Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 106 - 106 74 Why Does Azeryan Want to Keep the History of Being a Slave_2

106: Chapter 74: Why Does Azeryan Want to Keep the History of Being a Slave?_2 106: Chapter 74: Why Does Azeryan Want to Keep the History of Being a Slave?_2 “Then I am much obliged to you for your gracious hospitality,” Azeryan said, nodding his head politely in gratitude.

The subsequent conversation between the two men sounded somewhat uninspiring to Leon, who listened from the side.

The identity and circumstances Azeryan was currently feigning were pure fabrications meant to deceive, and no matter how deep or detailed the discussions with the man named Pilireno, they were all impractical lies with not the slightest chance of being realized.

Leon and his companions could only wait silently for the opportunity to encounter Miss Elena.

Soon, the insincere conversation came to a temporary end, and Pilireno stood up, inviting Azeryan to join him for lunch.

Leon and Lokhak, in their current “servant” roles, naturally had no place at the table, so they waited together outside the door.

Female servants carried trays of various sizes into the dining room.

The two men’s gazes carefully swept over each face.

Before long, Lokhak’s eyes sharpened, his grip tightened with excitement, his hand trembling slightly, his heart nearly leaping out of his throat.

He had finally seen the family he had longed for day and night since they were separated two months ago!

Elena, carrying a meal platter, saw her brother’s face, which she had not seen in a long time, and stood frozen on the spot.

Only when the maid behind her prompted her with confusion did the lady snap back to reality, her cheeks flushing with the overwhelming emotions, she quickened her pace to follow the line and bring the lavish lunch into the dining room.

Serving the freshly prepared food on the table, Elena’s mind was full of the reunion with her dear relative; she didn’t even notice that the seated Azeryan was also an acquaintance.

She simply maintained her etiquette, standing alongside the other female slaves, contentedly recalling the safe and sound appearance of her brother she had just seen.

Elena had not recognized the noble’s son, but Azeryan had clearly recognized her.

Thrilled at finally seeing the target of his mission, the young noble’s mind raced, and he intentionally appeared distracted in his conversation with Pilireno.

He repeatedly cast glances at Miss Elena in Pilireno’s presence.

Azeryan played the part of a youth smitten with springtime love.

All to pave the way for his later excuses.

Pilireno naturally noticed the young noble’s continuous distraction.

Seeing the handsome youth’s face filled with admiration as he “stole glances” at his slave, he wasn’t displeased at all.

“Lord Aleya, you seem quite taken with my slave?” Pilireno teased meaningfully, lifting his wine glass.

Hearing this, Azeryan feigned an embarrassed and naive expression, “I’m terribly sorry for my rudeness, Lord Pilireno.

It’s just that your maid caught me by surprise with her stunning beauty.”

Pilireno waved his hand with an indulgent smile; he never minded sharing pleasure with close friends, and besides, the distinguished and handsome young man before him was also a prey he had set his sights on, “Ha-ha, no matter, if you like her, let Elena serve your bed tonight.”

Elena, lost in her own world, looked up in astonishment, unsure how the nobles at the table came to mention her name.

Serve the guest in his bed?

The lady, who had avoided humiliation for many days, couldn’t help feeling panicked again.

She looked towards the noble youth at the table, but upon clearly seeing that somewhat vaguely familiar face, Elena was taken aback.

Azeryan turned his head to the side, avoiding Pilireno’s gaze, and desperately winked at Miss Elena to signal her.

Memories from their captivity surfaced, and Elena realized something, quickly bowing her head to hide her surprise.

…The youth who claimed to be her brother’s friend yesterday, the glimpse of Lokhak earlier, and now this familiar-looking young noble…

She understood everything: Lokhak and his friends were evidently still trying to rescue her.

Azeryan breathed a sigh of relief.

He had been afraid that Miss Elena would show familiarity toward him.

Everyone was in the dragon’s lair now; if they messed things up, not only Miss Elena but all three of them would be done for.

“Such favor from your lordship, I truly don’t know how to repay your kindness.”

Azeryan turned back, his expression one of great gratitude towards Pilireno.

But he didn’t immediately propose buying the slave.

If he seemed more eager now, it would appear greedy and lose decorum, raising suspicion.

The young man anyway knew he wouldn’t really touch his friend’s sister.

As long as he got through tonight, in the room with Elena, they could rehearse their “mutual affection” script and lines, then put on a small tragic act the next day.

Then when proposing to pay for the “beloved” he supposedly fell in love with at first sight, everything would naturally fall into place.

Azeryan thought, since the other party was so enthusiastic to help the family of a fallen noble son, looking forward to a future political investment, he probably wouldn’t begrudge the value of a mere slave.

“Ha-ha, no need to be so formal~.

Our friendship is naturally the best repayment…” Pilireno’s smile grew wider.

He then clapped his hands and ordered the servants, “You all go out first, don’t disturb me and the honored guest alone.”

The servants bowed and left one after another.

Once they had all left the dining room, Pilireno lifted his wine glass once again.

Facing this handsome young nobleman from a family in decline, he had now provided great support and offered good hospitality; so next…

Narrowing his eyes, Pilireno began his real probe, “Since Lord Aleya also has such an interest in romantic affairs, may I know, have you had a lover before?”

…

Outside, Leon and Lokhak watched as the female servants walked out of the dining room one by one.