Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 267 - 267 136 Moonlight Knight

267: Chapter 136 Moonlight Knight 267: Chapter 136 Moonlight Knight Fewer guests than usual, scattered across the tavern on the first floor of the inn, dining.

Basically, all were workers and traders traveling between Farolis and Selva.

Ever since the young and able-bodied had been conscripted away, the past few days in the tavern had seen fewer local soldiers drinking and gambling boisterously.

However, today, more so than usual, there was a soft and pleasant singing of poetry.

The landlady, bored and propping her cheeks behind the counter, looked on with regret at the female bard performing altruistically, it was just too bad that her own recruitment was politely declined.

The other was merely passing by, staying a few nights before leaving.

If that female bard were willing to be employed here, to perform long-term, with her attractive appearance and wonderful voice, she would surely bring many guests to the tavern…

Larian approached the front desk and ordered dinner for each lady resting alone in the upstairs dormitory, then found a secluded spot in the corner to dine alone with his lover.

While eating the simple food, Magrina quietly listened to the news Larian had obtained, and could not help but put down her wooden spoon, her eyes clouded with strands of worry, “Is there a war going on here?”

“Yes, according to that housekeeper lady named Elena, the family ruling this area seems to have had a conflict with another noble family to the west, but she didn’t tell me where the Lord of Selva is now.”

Recalling what he had seen and heard during the day in this village town, Larian wasn’t surprised that he had mostly encountered women and children.

He continued to Magrina with a sigh, “It seems this is not peaceful, no matter what the character of those knights is, Lady Martha and the others are not suited to make a living in a place with the threat of war stirring.

We’ll rest for two days and leave early, there’s no need to meet that lord.”

“Alright, I’ll listen to you,” Magrina nodded.

She continued to enjoy the simple dinner before her, gracefully chewing on food that was blander in taste than before, yet the noble girl harbored no complaint.

Although life’s comfort had dramatically declined, having escaped confinement, she could spend her days with the one she truly loved.

Such a sacrifice, in her view, seemed to not even be a choice.

Thank you, Master Galliard.

In her heart, Magrina praised the playfully irreverent master bard, and a sincere emotion seemed to reach out beyond the distance.

Raising her glass in what seemed like a salute, she took a sip.

The fruity aroma and sweetness of the wine flowed down her throat, as the girl’s gaze skimmed across the wooden cup opposite her.

Larian had ordered ordinary ale for himself.

Appreciating the special consideration of the other, and listening to the romantic poems sung by the female bard not far away, Magrina felt utterly enchanted…

With a creak, the door was pushed open forcefully.

“Erica!

Booze!

Meat!

As usual, and bring over some dice and cards, everything!”

The leading soldier called out rudely, a few chain armored warriors, still donning their robe armor, laughing and jostling each other as they entered the tavern with helmets in hand and clinking coins slapped onto the bar.

“Keep it down, you oafs, you’re disturbing the bard’s singing,” the landlady noted the Dier and copper coins on the table, took the payment for the drinks, and reminded them helplessly.

“Oh?

You finally hired someone to sing?”

The soldiers glanced towards the hall at the mention and, upon seeing the voluptuous and beautiful female bard, their eyes gleamed like ravishing wolves.

“A beauty indeed, a female bard?

We’ve never seen one in Farolis City.” A soldier whistled; this chick looked much better than the dancers at the camp.

The soldier leader chastised his men with a smile, “Act like gentlemen, you bastards, don’t damn disturb the lady here.”

The burly men weren’t quiet, but the female bard’s song remained uninterrupted; only her eyes lifted with a smile, taking in these red-cloaked Farolis Family soldiers.

The soldiers entering the door found a large table and took their seats while the inn’s landlady along with the maids brought each of the regulars their meal, “Why haven’t you guys come these last two days?”

“You don’t know, those from Gunnar Family of Wolfenhol must’ve lost their minds, sending a thousand-strong army to invade Thorny Flower Territory.

We rushed to assist Longka the day before yesterday; just got back to Selva,” the soldier leader took a huge gulp of beer, exaggerating as he answered.

“A thousand men!?”

The landlady turned pale with fright.

Having lived through the nightmare of Selva’s disaster, Erica had vivid memories of the few dozen Kantadar Cavalry who slaughtered her family and neighbors; she couldn’t even imagine what a thousand soldiers gathered together might look like.

“Haha, look at your scared little face, but don’t worry, we thought we were in for a tough fight, but before we even got there, your Mr.

Pendragon, with just over two hundred men, had sorted out the pups of the Wolf Family.” The soldier leader laughed heartily, “I heard that lord even captured the eldest son of Baron Gunnar alive; don’t know if it’s true, but man, that’s something.”

“Praise Mr.

Leon, thank the gods for their blessing.” Hearing this, the landlady’s face regained color and she breathed a sigh of relief.

In the corner, Larian listening to the soldiers boasting as if they had been on the battlefield themselves, glanced their way.

Being outnumbered and defeating an army many times one’s own, indeed such a heroic deed deserved to be sung by Master Galliard.

Meanwhile, the hall’s ode to romance gently came to an end and slowly ceased.

The soldier leader turned his head and asked the female bard, “Hey, miss, do you know any more stirring stories?

We big lugs can’t stand those airy-fairy tales.”