Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 182 - 182 103 Commitment

182: Chapter 103: Commitment 182: Chapter 103: Commitment A field located between Longka and Selva Village.

Several riders clad in armor on their warhorses, accompanied by six members of the Lord’s Guard and ten Longka Archers, stood on the vantage point of the hillside, quietly waiting.

This was indeed Leon and his party, with Olivia among them.

Beside them, the guards and archers were watching over the prisoners on the hillside behind them, whose hands and feet were shackled.

It wasn’t long before, at the appointed time of noon, they saw a crude carriage approaching from below the hill.

Only when the carriage came near and slowly stopped below the hill did Leon clearly see their appearance.

Apart from the coachman, the four people on the cart were wrapped in large traveling cloaks.

The first one to jump down from the cart was a middle-aged man with a goat beard, helping a woman filled with sorrow.

As for the other two, perhaps accompanying guards, they unloaded a heavy wooden box from the wagon.

The goat-bearded man said a few words to the accompanying attendants and then walked up the hill alone, coming before Leon.

Taking off his hood, he respectfully knelt on one knee, crossed his hands over his shoulders humbly, and spoke in broken Felu language, “Honorable knights, we have brought the full ransom.

May I, please, see my master?”

Leon waved to a nearby guard.

Hawk and others instantly pushed the limping Mamor from behind the slope over to them.

Despite his disheveled appearance and face not cleaned for a long time, the middle-aged man still recognized his master’s appearance.

Seeing that Lord Mamor, despite being weak and tired, was at least unharmed, the goat-bearded man’s constantly tense nerves finally relaxed.

“…Gods above, I appreciate your mercy, noble Lord Orland.

The ransom is in the box below; you may send someone to count the amount,” said the goat-bearded man, as he looked away from his master, still kneeling on the ground.

Nodding, Leon instructed everyone to keep an eye on both the prisoners and the contact on the spot, then took Kovis and Olivia with him, and commanded two guards to bring an empty box and a scale, descending the hillside together.

Approaching the other three people next to the carriage, the two guards protecting a woman looked obviously nervous and shielded the woman behind them.

Leon ignored them for now, only instructing Kovis to lead the guard forward and pry open the wooden box placed on the ground.

The young mage by his side, often acting as an assistant in experiments with various mineral materials, understood perfectly how to identify the material responses of precious metals like gold, truly a man of many talents.

This indeed saved them the trouble of having to find a goldsmith to help verify the coin.

Watching Kovis and the guards skillfully use the scale to begin counting the ransom, transferring the glittering Kantadar Gold Coins into a previously prepared cash box, Leon took the chance to look up at the worried woman.

“Are you Mamor’s family?” Leon suddenly asked.

The woman hesitated for a moment but eventually just nodded her head.

Leon looked at her, not sure of her relationship to Mamor, though curious, he had no interest in asking further.

Once they finished counting and confirmed the amount was correct, they carried the cash box filled with gold coins back up to their group on the hillside.

Leon looked at Mamor, who was being supported by the goat-bearded man, and had no desire to make things difficult.

He tossed the keys to the shackles over.

“You may leave now…

Mamor, remember never to appear before me again.”

The goat-bearded man caught the keys thrown his way, his expression relieved.

He quickly unlocked the iron shackles, slung his arm to support his master, and turned to hurry away.

At that moment, by the side of the formation, Lord Lokhak, watching Mamor’s retreating figure, finally couldn’t hold back and said, “Wait a minute!”

The man supporting his master shuddered in fear, terror sweeping over him as if he sensed that they might never leave this foreign land.

Yet Mamor turned back, his face weary but calm.

“You, I believe you are referred to as…

Lord Lokhak?” Mamor recalled the address, asking, “Is there something else?”

Leon and the others also turned to look at Lokhak.

“The woman below, is she your wife or your sister?” Lokhak asked angrily, pointing at the woman down the slope.

Hearing this, Mamor turned his head to look over.

He took a close look and noticed his wife, whom he hadn’t seen for nearly two years, had also taken the risk to accompany the housekeeper on this venture, and he felt a warm feeling.

“She is my wife,” Mamor nodded in response.

“So even you bastards have such loving family members,” Lokhak muttered through clenched teeth then asked, “Do you love her the same way she loves you?”

“Yes, of course,” Mamor responded calmly.

Lokhak’s face slightly twisted with restrained anger, and after a long while, he pursed his lips and angrily said, “Have you ever thought that today I could kill her right in front of your eyes?

Even take the villagers from ruined Selva Village and ravage your loved ones in vengeance?

Have you bastards of Kantadar never feared that the same fate of committing atrocities against innocents might one day fall upon yourselves?!”

Mamor raised an eyebrow; such naive moral questioning was indeed something he hadn’t heard before in his life.

He fell silent for a moment, then shook his head, “Captured in your hands, I’ve never had the interest to argue like a weakling.

But still, I would remind you, Lord Lokhak.

First, the so-called atrocities occurring in your village were either the deeds of those lowly mercenaries or the acts of someone else’s attendants.”