Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 101 - 101 72 Stealing Flowers Does Not Make One A Thief_2

101: Chapter 72: Stealing Flowers Does Not Make One A Thief_2 101: Chapter 72: Stealing Flowers Does Not Make One A Thief_2 “I can’t chat anymore, I have a date with Miss Magreina today,” Azeryan said.

“Please, go ahead.

I’ll be leaving now.”

Galliard pressed his hat down and once again bent low, making his way through the bushes towards the outside of the wall.

This time he adjusted his posture, reaching his hands out first.

Although it was difficult to squeeze through, he ultimately didn’t get stuck unexpectedly.

Silently observing and seeing that the other person indeed made it through the cave without hearing any screams of falling off a cliff,

Leon then cautiously bent over to follow, probing with his upper body first.

The body of the young original owner was narrower than that of the middle-aged minstrel, so naturally it was even easier to get through.

His head poked out of the crack and looked down.

By the cliff battered by the sea breeze, next to the rock wall, there was a narrow, old-fashioned plank walkway.

Looking at the reef below the cliff, being battered by the seawater, even Leon, who didn’t have a fear of heights, felt a bit uneasy about the dangerous cliff.

He turned his neck to look to the left.

Galliard, holding onto his hat, had already walked a distance along the walkway, sticking to the outer wall of the castle.

On that beaming face, there was not a trace of fear, an eager look as if he couldn’t wait to sneak away with the so-called…Miss Magreina.

…?

Leon felt he had some impression of this lady’s name.

It seemed to be frequently mentioned somewhere these past few days.

Forget it, since he didn’t know her, it obviously had nothing to do with him.

Without any more hesitation, Leon also climbed out of the crevice.

Grasping the edge of the cave and the rock wall, he carefully turned and set foot on the walkway, which could only accommodate one person.

His foot pressed firmly on the wooden, ancient platform, which creaked, sending a chill down Leon’s spine.

Taking advantage of the fact that the minstrel hadn’t gone far, he hurriedly called out, “Hey!

You haven’t told me how to get into the yard of those black-clad people!”

Galliard, hearing the question, turned his head and raised his right hand to point towards the upper castle wall.

Leon followed where he pointed and looked up.

The castle’s outer wall was full of erosions marks from years of wind and sun, especially between the bricks, where there were uneven gaps.

He understood what Galliard meant.

He was supposed to climb the wall like some hooded assassins.

Taking a deep breath, Leon glanced at the minstrel’s retreating figure as he rounded towards the main castle.

Even that guy wasn’t scared, could he be more cowardly than a sleazy minstrel who liked to steal away someone’s girl?

With gritted teeth, Leon walked along the wall.

Since Galliard had already managed to climb through these brick gaps into the courtyard once.

Then there was no reason he couldn’t do the same.

In his past life, he hadn’t even played with climbing walls; how hard could this be?

Mustering his courage, no longer paying attention to the dangerous cliffs and reefs below, Leon kept his breathing even and calm, trying to climb upwards.

Once he actually started, he found it much easier than he had imagined.

First off, the body of this Otherworld young man was no less fit than his own robust adult body from his previous life, but it weighed less.

Second, the stone wall of the castle seemed to have been severely eroded by years of weather, and the gaps that could be used as hand and foot holds were quite wide.

Since the walkway was already hanging halfway up the castle wall, it didn’t take much effort for Leon to finally get his hands on the crenellations.

He inwardly rejoiced that this section of the castle wall, facing the hazardous sea, didn’t have any outward-protruding tower structures; otherwise, only a true Assassin Master would have been able to climb it.

Cautiously peeking out, he saw no guards from Kantadar’s castle nor any Black-armored Guards from the Atiyas people.

It was unknown whether it was relaxed because of the castle’s wedding celebrations, or because this place had long been deemed off-limits without disturbance.

Clutching onto the crenellation, Leon climbed over the castle wall and swiftly hunched down to take cover.

Just catching his breath, he crouched and moved slowly, peeking into the wall.

The location was correct; it was that luxurious embassy courtyard.

Boutique flowerbeds and delicately positioned statues were scattered between the paths and lawns.

Before he could fully assess the entirety of the courtyard, Leon suddenly heard a woman’s voice from below.

“Master Goliard?…

Is that you?”

Leon recoiled his neck in surprise and hurriedly hid his head.

Damn!

He cursed his bad luck internally.

He hadn’t expected that right below, where the blind spot in his line of sight was, there would be someone.

He really wasn’t cut out to be an assassin.

He hadn’t even infiltrated the place yet, and already had been spotted….

Ah, wait?

Was that woman calling out Galliard’s name?

Leon let out a sigh of relief in an instant.

Since she knew that lecherous minstrel in such a place, she probably wouldn’t cry out and summon the guards.

This was good, he might even be able to inquire some information.

Leon thought about how to negotiate and poked his head out again.

Looking right below where the woman had spoken…

Dark brown hair, tied into a plait that rested on her shoulder.

Eyes that were bluer than Lokhak’s.

And that mole near her eye that looked like a tear.

…Ah?

What’s this about ‘finding it without looking, as if no effort was taken’?

Although the lady’s dress and appearance were no longer as disheveled and wild as they had been in the slave prison more than two months ago,

Leon still recognized with surprise her very memorable and gentle features.

“Ah?

May I ask who you are?” Elena looked puzzledly towards the top of the wall, realizing it was a strange young man and not the curly-bearded minstrel.

Hearing her question, Leon smiled, not surprised that she hadn’t recognized him.

The original owner of this body, a young man, had already been beaten to a pulp before being locked in a cage and had died from severe injuries during that imprisonment.

At the time, he had taken over the body, his face filthy with dirt and marred by wounds, a stark contrast to his now cleaned-up appearance.

After such a long time, over two months, if she could still recognize his face, it would be strange.

Right now, if he hadn’t seen her face clearly, Leon wouldn’t even remember her voice.

After all, when they were in the cage before, they hadn’t exchanged a single word.

If Azeryan was here, she might more easily recognize the fair and handsome nobleman’s son.

“Lady, I am a friend of Lokhak!

I am here to rescue you!” Leon whispered, revealing his identity to her.

Initially, Elena was merely confused, but hearing her brother’s name, her eyes widened in disbelief, trembling as she covered her mouth, tears of surprise and excitement welling up in her eyes.

“Lokhak!?” Elena’s shoulders shook as she stifled her mouth, her eyes brimming with tearful joy.

“….You are Lokhak’s friend?!

So, my brother…

he’s still alive!?

Is he doing alright?”

“Don’t worry!

Lokhak is doing very well now, let’s not talk about this…” Leon nodded to her, growing more anxious by the second.

The target had been found; now nothing else was important; they needed to evacuate immediately!

“Miss Elena, find a ladder or something to stand on, I’ll pull you up, and we have to escape quickly!”

Her brother was still alive!

Lokhak was still alive!

This was so good…

so good…

Learning that her only kin was safe and sound, Elena held back her sobs and sniffled.

Nothing could be better news than this.

This was enough…

Elena nodded, wiping her eyes.

Then, raising her head, she tried to smile, showing a brave face to that young man on the wall, this friend of her brother’s.

“Thank you for coming to tell me about Lokhak, but I’m afraid I can no longer leave.”

Seeing the young man’s surprised expression, the genteel lady put on a brave face.

“Please, make sure you return safely, and tell Lokhak not to worry.

I am doing well here; no one is beating or scolding me, and I am eating and dressing warmly every day….”

“Wait, wait a minute!

What?

You can’t leave?” Leon frowned, interrupting her, his mind racing.

Although the lady was currently wearing a beautiful dress of fine material, perhaps she was actually living comfortably, having enough food and warm clothing at the Atiyas people’s embassy as she said.

But it was clear she was not the type to be vain, abandon her loved ones and willingly become a slave.

“Tell me first, why can’t you leave?

Is someone threatening you, or what’s going on?”

Leon realized that the lady must be facing a predicament far beyond her own capabilities.

Upon hearing this line of questioning, Elena revealed a bitter expression.

Then, she lifted her chin, showing the young man on the wall her neck.

A complex pattern of dark red was seen, attached to Elena’s neck like a tattoo.

It resembled a collar tightly adhering to the skin…