Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 103 - 103 73 Pilireno's Invitation_2

103: Chapter 73 Pilireno’s Invitation_2 103: Chapter 73 Pilireno’s Invitation_2 “The main gate is indeed tightly secured,” Lokhak said helplessly, pointing to his own neck, “but that’s not the true trouble.

Otherwise, I would have been able to rescue her just now.”

“Your sister mentioned that she and a few slaves in the embassy have been subjected to a terrible curse by a wizard.

No matter where they run, with just a thought from the wizard, they could be beheaded.”

“Among those who were sent to the embassy with your sister, there was a slave who erred and angered the other side.

Right in front of them, their neck was severed by that curse.”

“…” Lokhak gaped, his eyes widening in panic over his sister’s safety.

The concept of magic was obviously beyond the boy’s understanding.

He bowed his head to calm down, then looked at his companion who had cast spells before, even dispelling demons.

“Leon, do you have a way to lift this vile magic?”

“Do you really think I’m a mage?” Leon said with a wry smile, shaking his head, “At least not right now, I really can’t.”

Hearing this, Lokhak couldn’t help but feel a bit dejected.

He sat down on the flower bed, his heart churning with rage at the wizard.

“Don’t worry.

For the time being, your sister is definitely not in life-threatening danger.

Let’s wait for Azeryan to come back and discuss our next strategy.

If all else fails, we can find an excuse to negotiate with those men in black and perhaps ransom your sister back.”

Lokhak’s spirits were lifted by these words, and he nodded.

His sister was beautiful, but her worth wasn’t to the extent of a small fortune.

Azeryan, who was now posing as a Kantadar noble, was closely associated with those men in black.

As long as there was a proper entry point and reason, paying for a person could indeed be a viable option.

“No matter how much it costs, as long as I can rescue my sister, I will repay you guys double in this lifetime!” Lokhak promised his companions earnestly, looking up.

Leon patted Lokhak’s shoulder, “Pay back Azeryan’s portion, forget mine.

Remember how your sister gave me water when I was in the cage?

There’s a proverb I once saw.

Even a drop of water given shall be repaid with a fountain.”

Although that lady’s kind but hopeless act did not ultimately save her original master from death, Leon still quietly counted this debt of gratitude on his own head.

After all, having crossed over and used this boy’s body to reincarnate, he somewhat bore this karma.

Besides, Elena was a close relative of his current dear friend; no amount of money spent would be unworthy.

…

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

After nightfall, the time belonged solely to the bride and groom of this wedding.

It wasn’t until the servants’ celebratory activities outside were dispersed and Leon returned to his room that he finally remembered why the name “Miss Magreina” mentioned by the minstrel sounded familiar.

The pronunciation of that name was exactly the same as that of the bride at this wedding feast; it would be strange if he were not familiar with it, being frequently mentioned by people around him.

Leon sat in his chair, waiting for Azeryan to return.

In the meantime, his thoughts couldn’t help but drift.

He still felt that perhaps the two Miss Magreinas were not the same person.

It was common for women to have that name; a coincidence wouldn’t be strange, perhaps a noble attendee’s companion or family member?

After all…

Sneaking past the groom to meet and have a secret affair with the bride at a wedding?

It sounded too absurd, no matter how one thought about it.

And a nobleman as powerful as Felcon within Kantadar society, where did the minstrel get his brain, wholesale?

But considering the accusations from those gang members in Dragon Throat City and the infamous reputation mentioned by the captain of the guard,

this daredevil minstrel might really have done such an absurd thing.

Eh?

It seemed that Miss Elena also knew that minstrel!

Remembering that Elena had called the minstrel’s name, mistaking him on the wall as Galliard, Leon’s face suddenly turned stiff.

No, no, no, no…!

With Miss Elena’s temperament, she definitely wouldn’t have developed close friendship with that greasy old lecher.

She probably had just chatted a few words with that slick person who had been climbing the wall.

Leon nervously glanced at Lokhak, who was nearby, silently engrossed in pondering their strategy,

Deciding not to share these frivolous thoughts with his companion for the moment,

Lest his partner be distracted and annoyed by that vile minstrel bothering his sister.

It was unfortunate that he didn’t dare to stay too long on the wall battlements during the day to clearly understand that a rescue was not possible at the moment, so Leon quickly retreated without asking Miss Elena how she knew the minstrel.

Next time he had the chance, he definitely needed to ask clearly.

Tch, thinking about it like this still felt wrong…

he frowned in thought, leaning back in his chair.

Only having met once half a month ago, and now encountering each other thousands of miles away.

And just so coincidentally pinpointing an access route into the courtyard.

Who also happened to know the very person he was desperately seeking to save.

How could there be such coincidences in the world?

…Before Leon could figure it out,

Azeryan had returned to the room from the concluded banquet.

“Sorry, I searched the entire hall after the feast started and saw no servant who looked like Miss Elena.

Did you guys find any clues?” Azeryan asked his companions, wearing an expression of weariness as he sat down and took a long breath.

Keeping the nerves constantly taut while playing a forged identity to interact with the surrounding nobles is truly not an easy task.

Especially today, when the young man was constantly engaged in conversation with an exceptionally enthusiastic dignitary, just making up consistent stories for his fake identity had exhausted all of Azeryan’s wits.