Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 64 - 64 53 Returning to the Rightful Owner

64: Chapter 53 Returning to the Rightful Owner 64: Chapter 53 Returning to the Rightful Owner Seeing Count Trosa standing in the courtyard welcoming him, Baron Eriv’s solemn mood from witnessing the corpses of the subjects as he entered the village somewhat subsided.

“I didn’t expect to meet you here, General.

Had I known a distinguished guest was visiting, I would have arranged a banquet for you in town,” Baron Eriv said as he bowed deeply.

“Ha-ha, General, it’s good that you don’t blame us for coming uninvited,” Trosa stepped forward and warmly embraced him.

The Old Earl patted his arm and then with a look of regret said, “We recently defeated the troops from Leding Castle, but unfortunately, we couldn’t capture Dawson.

I didn’t expect him to slip into your territory…

I’m ashamed that I came too late; your village still suffered from those scoundrels’ havoc.

Thankfully, the main culprits have paid with their lives.”

Baron Eriv reassured, “General, you should not blame yourself.

Since we are at war with the Kantadar people, losses are inevitable.

I will personally retrieve a hundredfold from the enemy on the battlefield.”

After finishing, he quickly expressed his doubt, “But General, Sir Adrian said, before you arrived, the Kantadar people had already been wiped out?

What does that mean?”

“Oh, I was just about to discuss that with you.”

Trosa turned and looked towards a young man among the group, “Young man, this is Baron Eriv Farolis of the Thorny Flower family, the current lord of this land.

Come and meet the master of this territory.”

“Yes, General,” Leon followed the nobility’s way of addressing the elder and replied.

He approached the two fully armed nobles, and as before, he bowed, touching his chest armor, “I am honored to meet you, Lord.”

“Who is this?” Baron Eriv examined the young man with a strange accent.

He had seen him amidst the crowd when he arrived but had assumed he was just some young knight or attendant brought by Count Trosa.

“This boy is named Leon.

He claims to have wandered here from Seryan, fleeing turmoil.

It was he who led two companions and a Griffin, defeated the fleeing cavalry led by Dawson, and saved this place,” Trosa explained with a smile.

Baron Eriv was surprised and reassessed the young man before him, not sensing that he had such capabilities.

However, a Griffin?

He focused on the key point in the general’s words.

If indeed this young man possessed such a fierce beast as a war beast, it made sense that he could defeat Dawson’s defeated troops.

“You actually have a Griffin as a mount?” Baron Eriv asked, surprised.

“I wouldn’t say I ‘own’ it, sir.

That big fellow is not my riding beast.

It’s a ‘friend’ I made unexpectedly on my journey; we do not have a master-servant relationship,” Leon carefully said, for he actually didn’t have the ability to command the creature’s free will, and at this moment, he didn’t even know where it had flown off to.

Boasting falsely could cause others to look down on him.

Baron Eriv nodded, squinting thoughtfully.

Three young heroes, three Kantadar spies.

Two different stories, could it be a misunderstanding?

He disliked this foggy feeling; the situation he understood now, and what he knew from the escaping subjects, wasn’t exactly identical, but it was utterly contradictory.

Baron Eriv turned and directed one of his house servants behind him, “Balfe, where is that informant from yesterday?

Bring him here; I want to question him face-to-face.”

“Baron Eriv?

What’s wrong?” Trosa asked, puzzled.

Baron Eriv turned back to the Old Earl and explained, “Not to hide from you, General, but yesterday a local from the town reported that three Kantadar spies disguised as vagrants were scouting Selva Village, which led the enemy army to plunder.

That’s why I quickly marshaled soldiers and came at once.”

“…Spies?”

Leon frowned slightly on the side, this explanation sounding somewhat familiar.

Before he could ponder further, a knight from the Farolis family shoved a familiar face forward.

“…

Sir, please, go easy; I’ve been so jostled on horseback all night that my body is nearly falling apart.”

With his bruised face still swollen, Boris grimaced in pain while pleading quietly.

“Quit your whining, get going; do you want to make these lords wait for you?” Knight Balfe impatiently urged and simply dragged the young man by the collar, almost like carrying a small chick, quickly bringing him before the lord.

Once the knight let go, Boris stumbled, nearly falling over.

He’s still alive?

Leon was somewhat surprised as he watched Boris.

He hadn’t examined the bodies of villagers piled in the open space and had thought this village scoundrel had died in the Kantadar massacre.

Boris, trembling in front of all these dignitaries, managed to stabilize himself, daring not to meet the eyes of so many nobles.

He lowered his head, shaking, grasping his hands, and repeatedly bowed, “This humble one has seen…

seen all the honorable lords and knight masters.”

Because he didn’t dare to look up, he even respectfully bowed several times towards Leon.

“Look up and see this boy next to me; do you recognize him?” Baron Eriv commanded.

“Ah?…” Boris panicked and followed the command, lifting his head.

His gaze slid over the splendid silver knight armor, and before he could clearly see the person’s face, he thought the lord was referring to some young knight.

But when he recognized those detestable eyes and features, he suddenly felt a moment of cognitive dissonance.

Realizing it was indeed that damned foreign youth, Boris felt a surge of anger, his agitated words spilling out.

“It’s him!

My lord, this boy is a spy for the Kantadar people!

Not just him, but also two…

two…

two…”

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