Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 271 - 271 137 Fate Ineffable_2

271: Chapter 137: Fate, Ineffable_2 271: Chapter 137: Fate, Ineffable_2 “Assassins?

How are there assassins again?” Leon felt shocked.

The body of Canis, whom he had no idea who had killed, had just been secretly brought by him to Selva, and was still in the carriage in the backyard.

How did another assassin pop out of nowhere?

When did he ever poke a hornet’s nest of assassins?

“I’ll go right away.”

Leon turned and ordered the servants to wake up the three guards who had returned from Longka, to ensure the protection of the estate, and then he found a lantern and rushed with the soldiers to the east of the village.

He hurried to his own inn, only to see Sir Sambu, who was responsible for the protection of the Baroness, had already let the soldiers seal off the inside and outside of the entire building.

Upon entering, he saw that the candles around and on the ceiling had been lit in the hall; it seemed that all the staying guests had been awakened, gathering in the middle of the tavern.

The scene was in a mess, the landlady and the maids looked bewilderedly at the Farolis soldiers.

And most of the guests, who had been abruptly awakened from their dreams, were at a loss.

There were exceptions, a man who seemed drunk, with disheveled clothes, was sleeping soundly on the ground, oblivious even if the sky were falling, not knowing how much he had drunk.

Leon then turned his gaze to several women standing in a group beside him, their faces half-covered.

They seemed to be a traveling party, who were currently looking uneasily at a handsome dark-haired young man.

The young man had his arms folded and was continuously saying something to Sambu.

Next to the young man, several Farolis soldiers were cautiously surrounding him, one warrior even holding a splendid longsword obviously not belonging to a soldier, perhaps disarmed from the other party.

“Mr.

Leon.”

Sir Sambu saw the approaching Lord of Selva and quickly saluted the young high-ranking knight.

Larian, hearing this appellation, couldn’t help but turn his head.

“Sir Sambu, your soldiers reported there was an assassin?

Where?

Have you caught them?” Leon asked as he approached, also scrutinizing the unfamiliar young man clearly being guarded by Sambu.

“We heard someone screaming ‘assassin’ in the middle of the night and went out to search…” Sambu briefly recounted the process of their pursuit, then gestured towards the foreign young man in front of him.

“…By the time I brought people to surround the inn, we came across him.

He claimed to be a Ranger Knight from ‘Dinexion’ of the Holy Court Kingdom, he said he had encountered the real assassin and had even fought with them, but I dare not take it at face value.”

“Are you Lord Pendragon?”

Larian, seeing the Knight Lord he hadn’t been able to meet during the day, also gave a salute and said, “My name is Larian; when I arrived at Selva this afternoon, I had visited your estate, but at that time, I only met the housekeeper lady.”

“I heard that a knight from afar came to look for me, but I didn’t return to Selva until this evening, and we unfortunately missed each other.” Leon eyed the young man, who appeared calm, and then asked, “You don’t seem to be nervous, do you have evidence to clear your suspicion?

According to Sir Sambu’s description, we are afraid we cannot easily trust the self-defense of someone wandering around with a knife in the middle of the night.”

Larian answered unruffled, “Just as I explained to Sir Sambu earlier, the initial shout that disturbed the guards was made by the real assassin trying to evade my pursuit.

With a little investigation, it will be known that the shout did not come from any of your guards nor was it a frightened scream witnessed by any local villagers.

If I were an assassin intent on murder, would I be the one shouting out to alert everyone here?”

Leon, not familiar with the details, had no choice but to look at Sir Sambu.

“Lord, I sent subordinates to check with other squads of soldiers and the nearby villagers, and so far, indeed no one has found the first person who cried out ‘assassin’.” Sambu nodded.

Larian sighed, “Moreover, whether you believe me or not, that assassin who shouted in a man’s voice was a beautiful woman dressed as a minstrel, she is a witch skilled in spells.

The guests present here, and the tavern’s landlord and servers, can all testify about the existence of the female minstrel.

Didn’t you also search the entire inn and fail to find her?

She must have fled in the night.”

“I still cannot take your word for it, outsider, after all, it can’t be ruled out that you killed that female minstrel and hid her body, then concocted a bizarre story to lower our guard,” Sambu dutifully countered.

“Larian Sir is a righteous and kind person!

He has been protecting us from harm all the way, he would never do the terrible and despicable things you mentioned!” Suddenly, a young girl’s indignant defense came from the crowd.

Leon looked to where the voice had come from; it was a petite figure among the group of robed women with their faces half-covered.

“Don’t interrupt, Sally.” Martha covered the mouth of the girl beside her, feeling helpless…

The child was a stubborn daughter of a noble from Seryan, who had been kidnapped to Kantadar.

Because of her stubborn nature, she had suffered a lot under the hands of the terrifying Black Robed Wizard.

Magrina also silently embraced Sally, stroking her head to soothe the girl’s anger.

Leon raised an eyebrow at the words.

Suddenly, there was a sense of déjà vu, the foreigner causing misunderstandings…

This atmosphere seemed all too familiar.

“…Who are they?” Leon turned and asked Larian.

The Ranger Knight looked at his traveling companions, touched by the girl’s defense.

But if he could, he really didn’t want to involve these women entrusted to him by Master Goliard in such a turmoil under these circumstances.

However, presently, revealing their identity and origin would indeed help to clarify matters.