Knight with Wand

Sitting on the tiles on the roof, the young man with blond hair and golden eyes hugged his legs and quietly looked at the distant castle courtyard, where the foreign servants were celebrating a joyous celebration.

The faint sound of piano, flute and drum beats brought Corvis's memory back to the distant past.

The sea breeze blew across his face, and his blond hair fluttered in the wind. The young man raised his face and stared blankly at the white seabirds passing by in the sky.

Listening to them chirping freely, spreading their wings and soaring in the blue distance, the young man couldn't help but caress his neck, and rubbed the bright red magic lines with his fingertips.

Closing his eyes, Corvis enjoyed the rare tranquility without being disturbed during the brief interval when the "master" left for the banquet.

But the moment of relaxation was fleeting, and Covis knew he still had work to do.

As Pirieno's "Fan slave" and half-apprentice, the boy had to help his "master" complete many chores every day that the other party was too lazy to waste time on.

Whether it is patrolling the operation of the surrounding warning spells, or replenishing the magic power of the sealing spell that is preserving the griffon eggs.

Now that other imperial mages and apprentices have gone to various places in Kantadar, he is the only one who can handle these matters in the empty embassy.

It's definitely not possible to count on the legionnaires outside the gate who know nothing about magic.

After leaving the roof and walking out of the big house in the courtyard, the boy walked along the magic nodes set on the courtyard path.

After checking the inner ring, everything is normal, then check the outer ring.

Soon, along the city wall surrounding the courtyard, Corvis saw Elena's figure at the statue in the backyard as usual.

In the past half month, she has been alone here for a short while almost every day, more frequently than in the first month when she came here.

It's just that today's lady, although her eyes are still red as if she had cried, her expression seems much more relaxed than usual, and her face has a little more brilliance.

Even the smile when greeting him no longer had the usual reluctance, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her heart.

Corvis looked at Elena's back as she returned to the big house, and her mood felt better.

Turn around and continue the work of checking the vigilance technique.

Just when the young man walked all the way to where Elena was just now, he stopped in surprise.

There seems to be something wrong with the flow of magic on the wall.

He raised his hand and turned his palm towards the hidden and invisible position under the bricks of the city wall.

The young man drew a circular magic light curtain, revealing the magical patterns there into his field of vision.

It's not an illusion! The originally complete path of the magic pattern seemed to have been cut off, directly interrupted at its current location.

Corvis was surprised and dragged the round curtain of light in front of his hand, and while walking, he searched for the location where the magic pattern originally disappeared.

It wasn't until I walked far away that I saw the magic pattern port that was also cut off at the other end.

Did the magic under the wall become naturally damaged due to lack of maintenance for too long?

impossible.

The warning spells in the embassy courtyard were jointly arranged by many real "canon mages".

Those high-level magic masters are definitely not parallel imports like their "master" Pirieno, and it is impossible for them to commit such negligence.

And Corvis remembered clearly that until he completed his patrol yesterday, the spells in the courtyard were still intact, and there was no sign of any abnormality in the magic patterns.

This must be man-made.

But the scene in front of him also made him feel puzzled.

The already very sensitive warning magic has been so severely interfered with and distorted that even a large part of the outer circle of magic channels that maintain integrity has been missing.

Then why not only was the alarm not triggered, but the entire technique was still running well?

Corvis waved his hand to disperse the light curtain that detected the magic power in front of his palm. His delicate eyebrows could not help but tighten, and he fell into deep thought.

Who did it?

Ms. Elena?

The blond boy mentally shook his head.

If that poor lady had such ability, how could she have become a gift from the nobles of Kantadar to her master.

Corvis raised his head and looked at the edge of the city wall that was no longer protected by magic.

The young man's soul, which had been silent for many years, couldn't help but feel a bit of long-lost restlessness.

Who has been here?

And why did this torn gap in the technique happen to appear in the place where Elena vented her pain and spent a long time alone.

Just a coincidence?

Hurrying back to the celebration site outside the castle, Leon walked through the noisy celebrations and finally found Lohark, who was still eagerly looking for him in the crowd.

Stepping forward and grabbing his partner's arm, he couldn't help but drag him to a quiet corner: "I found your sister."

Rohark's pupils trembled with surprise when he heard this.

".really!!?"

He almost grabbed Leon's shoulders to jump up, and raised his voice uncontrollably: "Is she okay?! Is she injured? Where is she?

Me, can I go see her? No, no, no, that’s not right, let’s quickly find a way to take her away! "

Leon looked at his partner's extremely excited look. After he took a deep breath to calm down, he continued with a stern face: "She is in the embassy of the Ateas people. She looks good, at least she is well fed and clothed. I didn't see it. Your sister is injured."

After speaking, he sighed and turned to tell the bad news: "There is a path to see her, but it's just to see her. If you want to save people, you have to find a new way."

"Why? Are the guards in the courtyard of those men in black very tight?"

Lohark looked at his companion's solemn expression and felt uneasy.

"The main entrance is indeed very tight, but this is not a real trouble, otherwise I could have rescued her just now."

Leon pointed helplessly at his neck: "Your sister said that she and several slaves in the embassy have been put under a terrible curse by a wizard. No matter where they go, the wizard can kill them with just a thought. Different place.

Among the people who were sent to the embassy with Sister You, there was a slave who made a mistake and offended the other party, and had his neck cut off by the curse in front of them. "

"." Lohak opened his mouth in surprise, and his eyes widened in panic for his sister's safety.

The concepts related to magic obviously exceeded the young man's cognition. He lowered his head to calm down and looked at his companions who had cast spells and exorcised demons before him.

"Leon, do you have a way to remove this vicious magic?"

"Do you really think I'm a magician?"

Leon smiled bitterly and shook his head at him: "At least now, I really can't help it."

After hearing this, Rohark couldn't help but feel a little depressed. He sat down on the flower bed helplessly, feeling a burst of resentment against the wizard in his heart.

Leon said with relief: "Don't worry, your sister's life is definitely not in danger for the time being. Let's wait for Azarian to come back and discuss the next step together.

If that doesn't work, let's find an excuse to spend money to negotiate with those men in black. Maybe we can redeem your sister. "

After hearing this, Rohark regained his energy and nodded.

Although my sister is beautiful, she is not worth a fortune. Now that Azarian is a noble of Cantadar, he has close contacts with these men in black.

As long as there is a suitable entry point and reason, spending money to buy people is indeed a feasible solution with a chance.

"No matter how much money I spend, as long as I can rescue my sister, I will definitely repay you twice as much in this life!" Lohak raised his head and promised his partners very seriously.

Leon patted Lohark on the shoulder: "If you want to pay back, just pay back Azerion's share. Forget it, have you forgotten that your sister fed me water in the cage? I don't know where I saw this proverb. , Even if it is a drop of kindness, we must repay it with a fountain. "

Although the lady's kind-hearted and futile act ultimately failed to save the original owner's death, Leon still silently attributed this kindness to himself.

After all, it was this young man's body that was used to resurrect the corpse through time, so he had to bear the karma to a certain extent. Moreover, Elena was still the close relative of her best friend, so it was worth spending no matter how much money she spent.

The noisy celebration in the castle gradually came to an end.

The time after nightfall will belong exclusively to the bride and groom of this wedding.

It wasn't until the celebrations of the servants outside ended and Leon returned to the room that he finally remembered the name "Margarina" from the bard's mouth and why it felt familiar to him.

The pronunciation of this name is exactly the same as that of the bride at this wedding banquet. Now that it is mentioned frequently by people around today, it is strange that he is not familiar with it.

Leon sat on the chair, waiting for Azarian to come back, and his thoughts could not help but wander during this interval.

He still felt that maybe the two Miss Margarita were not the same person.

This female name is very common, so it’s not surprising that it happened to be the same. Maybe it was a female companion or family member of a nobleman attending the banquet?

After all, bypassing the groom at the wedding ceremony and having an affair with the bride?

No matter how you think about it, it’s outrageous.

Or is it a powerful noble like Felkan in Kantadar? Does that bard's head get sold wholesale?

It can be thought of the accusations made by the gangsters in Dragon Throat City, and the notoriety mentioned by the Dragon Throat City guard captain.

This daring bard might actually be capable of such a ridiculous thing.

well? It seems that Ms. Elena also knows the poet!

Remembering that Elena called the bard's name, thinking that she was Goliad on the wall, Leon couldn't help but froze for a moment.

No, no, no, no!

With Ms. Elena's temperament, she would definitely not develop a close friendship with that greasy old whore. Most likely, she would just have a few words with the greasy-tongued man behind the wall.

Leon secretly glanced at Lohark, who was silently thinking about countermeasures not far away.

Decided not to tell the other party about this random connection for the time being.

Lest his companions be distracted and annoyed by the evil bard's entanglement with his sister.

It was a pity that he did not dare to stay on the wall for too long during the day. Knowing that rescue could not be done for the time being, Leon quickly retreated without thinking of asking Ms. Elena how she knew the poet.

Next time you have a chance, be sure to ask clearly.

Tsk, if you think about it this way, something is wrong. He leaned on the chair and frowned in thought.

We only met once half a month ago, and now we meet again thousands of miles away.

By chance, he pointed out the secret passage that led to the courtyard.

And he also happened to know the rescue goal he was looking for.

How in the world could such a coincidence happen?

Before Leon could figure out the reason.

Azarian also returned to the room from the end of the banquet.

"Sorry, I searched the hall after the banquet started, but I didn't see any servant who looked like Ms. Elena. Did you find any clues?"

With a slightly tired look on his face, Azarian sat down and breathed a sigh of relief, then asked his companions.

It is not an easy task to be nervous all the time and pretend to be a fake identity to deal with the conversations of the surrounding nobles.

Especially today, the young man was constantly being talked to by a particularly enthusiastic big shot. Just lying about his disguised life experience was enough for Azarian to rack his brains.

"I did find her"

Leon once again carefully repeated Ms. Elena's dilemma to Azarian.

The noble son was a little excited when he heard that the rescue target was finally found.

As a result, after understanding the lady's situation, I suddenly felt dizzy.

It was already difficult to rescue people from the heavily guarded Atias embassy.

As a result, there is still a vicious magic blocking everyone. What should we do?

Among them, except Leon, there is nothing they can do about the power that transcends cognition.

"In this case, I may also have good news." Azarian thought of the red-haired man who talked to him enthusiastically today, and informed the two of them of today's unintentional gain.

"At the banquet, I unexpectedly met an Ateas noble named Pirieno, who is currently the highest-ranking person in the embassy. I wonder if he is the mage who imprisoned Elena as you mentioned.

However, he seems to be very interested in investing in the identity we made up. He has been chatting with me today, and also offered to help me, the 'Son of Duson', recruit an army to regain the territory and revive the family. "

As he spoke, Azarian took out an invitation letter from his arms: "Before leaving, he said that you can go to the embassy to see him at any time to discuss in detail how to support my family.

Originally, I thought that if Leon couldn't enter the courtyard today, I would take this opportunity to take you to the appointment and sneak in to find someone. Now it seems that we have to go there too. "

Leon and Rohark couldn't help but be a little surprised when they heard that Azerion accidentally connected with the noble Atias.

This is really a rare breakthrough.

It's a pity that I don't know what the customs of the nobles of the Artias Empire are.

After all, in the countries of the Western Continent, if nobles who are not closely related to each other directly offer to spend money to redeem each other's female slaves, in most cases, it is almost the same as provocation.

But if the other party is interested in investing in the "Sons of Dutson" they made up.

With this identity, Azarian might be able to take the opportunity to establish some political friendship with the other party.

If everything goes well, maybe Azarian and Ms. Elena can act out a sexy drama about a noble boy falling in love at first sight with a beautiful slave girl.

This was used to test whether the Ateas people were willing to let go of Elena.

The three of them used their imaginations to the fullest and discussed various ideas intensively in the room.

The safety of his sister was the most important thing now, and Lohark did not raise any objections to Leon's alternative plan that was too offensive to his late brother-in-law.

He felt that the brother-in-law who loved his sister deeply, even if he was still alive, would definitely put the overall situation first at this critical moment.

After chatting until late at night, Leon and Rohark returned to the servant's room to sleep.

Closing his eyes, Leon couldn't help but ask Miss Laura in his heart for help again, wondering if there was any way he could break the magic on Elena's neck.

He knew it was difficult for the other party to answer now, but he still couldn't help but look forward to the only "magic consultant" he could rely on at the moment.

Unfortunately, that long period of silence was Miss Mage's answer.

Leon had no choice but to sleep in disappointment.

It seems that apart from serving as a cannon stand for Miss Laura, I can't hope to deal with more complex magic problems.

Without delay, while the wedding celebrations were only two days away, Azarian seized the time the next morning and took Leon and Rohark, who were acting as servants, to the Atias embassy for the appointment.