Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 258 - 258 132 Undercurrents

258: Chapter 132: Undercurrents 258: Chapter 132: Undercurrents Cart after cart carried the spoils back to Longka, warhorses were led to the stables for care, and Leon inspected the stockpile of weapons and armor in the warehouse.

The Wolf Family Young Master’s set of Wolf Pattern Armor that possesses Magic Protection and his superior warhorse, including his sword and riding spear, naturally became war spoils for Longka.

However, if the negotiation amount is sufficient afterward, these items might still be redeemed by the Wolf Family along with their scion, therefore they currently don’t count for much.

As for another set of Knight Armor that was pierced by the Blazing Fire Long Spear, its owner had died in battle, and the corpse was properly preserved, waiting for family members to redeem it later.

Mr.

Brian Sr.

assessed the damaged Knight Armor and noted that the opening in the chest armor did not affect the structural parts.

By covering another layer of armor over the opening, like patching it up, it should not greatly affect the protection ability.

Whether the opponent’s relatives would spend a lot of money to buy back the relics or not, this set of plate armor was still a considerable gain.

So, with that said, excluding Canis’ equipment, this battle yielded a total of sixteen enemy warhorses, and sixteen sets of Cavalry Heavy Armor, either intact or with minimal damage.

In addition, more than fifty sets of Chain Armor, Hand Armor, Shin Armor, helmets, and pole weapons, along with shields of different sizes and shapes such as Round Shields, long shields, and large shields, could be cobbled together to fully arm the main infantry.

The pole weapons that lacked matching armor amounted to over seventy in excess, and twenty to thirty swords, nail hammers, and other weapons collected from the battlefield were mostly not severely damaged and could be used again after repairs.

After a rough calculation and inventory, excluding the personal value of Canis and his troops,

the assortment of weapons and equipment amounted to a value of around thirteen hundred gold crowns.

And according to the military’s tradition, one-third to two-thirds of the total value of the spoils handed over by soldiers will be awarded to the valiant warriors bathed in blood.

As for how to fairly distribute the money and goods to each warrior, Leon had no practical experience, but thankfully he had Mr.

Brian Sr.

and Sir Redo at his side to offer suggestions, allowing for a detailed discussion on establishing a distribution system.

Leon would not be stingy with his warriors who fought to the death to defend their homeland, after all, by holding Canis in his grip, just the ransom value of the man alone was likely several times the value of these items.

Thinking this way, he couldn’t help but feel emotional; adding this to the time Selva picked up the “Death Claw” by chance, this was his second time profiting from war.

Really, with no guns or artillery, the enemy was providing the armament.

Of course, the premise was to overcome the strong with the weak, to beat the rich with the poor, and one must still be able to defeat the enemy, or else it would be a losing deal.

Just like the currently retreating Wolf Territory, who had mobilized a great force only to fail to penetrate the Thorny Flower Territory, earning not a dime and even losing their Young Master, it was indeed a total loss.

In comparison, Longka’s losses were much smaller; although the farmland was destroyed, the gains from this battle far exceeded Longka’s annual grain yield.

Having successfully protected the property and safety of the villages and towns within the Thorny Flower Territory, the mere food supply issue of a small village could be resolved next year with some extra spending from other regions.

The sun gradually set in the west of Longka.

Soldiers from the reinforcements that were unable to participate in the battle took shifts on night duty to protect the wounded camp, and after a full meal and heavy drinking, the weary soldiers of Longka, after the arduous battle, fell into a deep sleep.

Inside the community hall, where a simple feast was held, people gathered around the long table and enthusiastically discussed the victory of the battle.

Lokhak’s loud voice was continuously exaggerating the story to the likes of Sir Marcello and others, describing the desperate counterattack everyone faced against the horde of enemies.

In his praise and excitement, he couldn’t help but slap the wounded shoulder of Azeryan sitting beside him, causing the noble son to grimace and force a smile.

After the third round of drinks, Sir Redo raised his glass, “Today’s victory is all thanks to Mr.

Leon and Miss Olivia, let us toast to them.”

“The two leading the charge in front of the lines, defeating an enemy force thrice their size, this act of valor will surely become the pride of the Farolis Family, and be recounted throughout the Gray Pine Valley Domain,” Sir Marcello exclaimed as he raised his glass in praise.

Having had the fortune to witness the martial arts prowess of Lord Pendragon’s female attendant on the night his lady was ambushed, he was naturally without a doubt of the girl’s significance in this battle.

Seeing the crowd toast at his words, Leon quickly raised his hand, “Without Sir Redo leading the cavalry to risk their lives holding the enemy’s main force, there would be no talking of victory in this battle.

Even if we were to speak of primary merit, it belongs to those who charged and broke the enemy lines, my attendants and guards, as well as Olivia.”

After saying this, he also turned his head and smilingly raised his glass toward the somewhat overwhelmed golden-haired girl beside him, “A toast to the pride of Selva.”

“To the Golden Lion of Selva!” Lokhak shouted out the girl’s long-standing nickname in a teasing manner, always feeling it was a grand and resonant title.

Olivia’s cheeks turned red when she heard this, as such an exaggerated sobriquet truly made one feel embarrassed.

“Golden Lion, such a title suits Miss Olivia perfectly, your bravery today has earned my admiration,” Filipo, the second son of the Anquilla Family, spoke up with praise.

He was completely impressed by the beautiful girl’s martial arts skills, not to mention she was also one of those who saved his reputation back in the day.

Olivia, who had never experienced so many respectful eyes cast upon her, hurriedly lifted her wine cup.

“I dare not take credit, today I only did what I could…

and to each of the brave nobles present,” she toasted.

Sir Redo laughed, “Ha, no need to add titles with us anymore, Miss Olivia, though you may still be a young shoot in the boudoir, you are a Thorny Rose.

Given your combat achievements and martial skills today, the title of Knight is well within your grasp.

Remember Mr.

Leon asking me earlier about awarding knighthood…”