Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 226 - 226 120 Escalation of Conflict

226: Chapter 120 Escalation of Conflict 226: Chapter 120 Escalation of Conflict “I’ve had enough of your endless prattle, Lord Gunnar.”

Count Trosa’s stern rebuke made Baron Grey Wolf contain his displeasure and shut his mouth.

The Old Earl felt a headache coming on and rapped the table, “Thorny Flower made great sacrifices in the early stage, and yet you took away the greatest achievement.

You’ve already taken all the advantages.

Stop making trouble without cause.

Baron Farolis did not reproach you one bit when he left, from where did you hear such rumors and gossip?”

Gunnar remained silent.

Of course, he dared not reveal that it was he who had spent a lot of money to get the “inside information” that left him astonished from the mouth of a chamberlain who had approached him on their own initiative.

“I assure you, if Thorny Flower’s army invades your territory, after the war is over, I will arbitrate myself.

But now, the time is near, and Count Mamor’s surrender is imminent.

I will not allow anyone to take a single soldier away from the camp again.

If you seize the opportunity to babble nonsense again, I will strip you of your Leding Castle title on behalf of His Majesty.

Now leave, I do not wish to see you today,” Trosa waved his hand dismissively.

Finally receiving the promise he truly desired, Gunnar did not argue further.

He bowed and left, with Baron Grey Wolf turning to depart.

Returning to his own tent, he immediately summoned his eldest son who had accompanied the army.

Looking at his son, who was buoyant with the military achievement of capturing a flag in battle, Gunnar nodded in satisfaction.

“Canis, take your attendants and rush back to our land.

I authorize you to mobilize the knights and troops that stayed behind, to watch over Farolis’s movements, but don’t act rashly.

Even if Eriv dares to provoke a civil war, you just need to ensure the security of Wolfenhol.

It doesn’t matter who holds the old territories of Thorny Flower.

Once the siege of Mamor is over, even if they dare take it back, I’ll be able to retrieve it without losing a single soldier,” Baron Grey Wolf commanded his eldest son.

Canis pounded his chest armor, “Don’t worry, father, if the cowardly Weeds dare to reach into Wolf Territory, I will tear up those flimsy sprouts roots and all with claws and teeth.”

Gunnar shook his head, “Listen more to your mother when you return.

Patience is key to catching your prey.

Remember, the Wolf Pack must roam and observe before the hunt…”

Several men on horseback, the Knights of the Gunnar Family, the Wolf Family Young Master with attendants, took just a day and a half to rush back to Wolfenhol.

After meeting with his mother at the Lord Mansion, the young Canis hurried to the inner courtyard, eager to reunite with his young wife whom he hadn’t seen for most of the year.

Entering the courtyard, he heard musicians playing the lyre, and a female bard singing along with the rhythm.

Canis walked through the corridor, treading lightly, and quietly came up behind his wife, who seemed to be absorbed in listening to a story, and wrapped his arms around her.

“Ah ha!”

The Wolf Family Young Master laughed out loud.

“!?

Canis?” The Young Lady was startled, hastily diverting her gaze from the female bard, trembling with fear as she turned around to hide her fluster.

After taking several deep breaths, she protested with feigned annoyance at her husband’s rudeness, “When did you come back?

You really scared me…”

The Young Lady turned, signaling secretly to the young and beautiful female bard with her fingers, urging her to leave quickly.

“Missed me, Tayana?” Canis embraced his wife, eager to sweep her into the room and make love as if flipping the clouds and raining.

He lifted his gaze to the female bard who had stopped singing and was leaving with her lyre, then turned to his wife and asked, “What were you listening to just now?

You seemed so engrossed?”

“It’s… a new story from the west called ‘Knight Selva,’ we’re on the second part already.

It’s about a few brave Young Knights saving their relatives,” Tayana embraced her husband, looking away as she spoke.

“Selva?” Canis found the name familiar.

He thought back and seemed to remember hearing it at the beginning of December, right after Count Trosa had pursued Baron Dawson back to camp, he had mentioned the name during a victory celebration.

But as the matter then seemed to be related to the Weeds from the former dynasty to the east, he hardly remembered it.

“What Knight Selva?

What knight could there be from some poor and remote region that they’d tell stories about?

It’s all preposterous fabrications made up by those sour poets,” Canis said dismissively.

He didn’t care if it was just a coincidence that also bore the name Selva; he scooped up his wife in one go.

“Let me show you what a real brave knight who can charge into battle looks like,” the Wolf Family Young Master lifted his wife, who squealed in surprise, and carried her back to their room.

After a while, there came a series of suggestive sounds of a Riding Spear charge that embarrassed the servants, and Canis intended to lie with his wife for a good sleep, but there was a knock at the door, with a servant reporting urgent matters.

Reluctantly getting up from the bed, which was in disarray of passion, Canis contained his irritation as he received the reporting servant.

“….

Attack?

Monster?

What nonsense…”

Muttering complaints, but recalling his father’s instructions, the Wolf Family Young Master still furrowed his brow, standing up to summon the Inner Court Knight.

Learning that there really had been sporadic attacks on subjects by so-called monsters in the southern parts of the territory, Canis, worried there might be a hidden agenda, had to give up reuniting with his wife.

The next day, he quickly mustered dozens of Cavalry and headed south to patrol the places that had reported attacks.

The regions of his territory where such incidents occurred were mostly lands to the south that had just been brought under the rule of the Gunnar Family within the past decade or so.

The further Canis traveled, the more he suspected Farolis’s people were causing trouble in his lands.

Finally, following the complaints of some noisy peasants, after a day and a night’s journey, Canis and his troop arrived at the southernmost village on the map, marked as “Aiken.”

Approaching the village on a dirt path, they unexpectedly encountered hideous wild beasts and Living Corpses aimlessly roaming, which suddenly, like mad, lunged at the Cavalry troop.