Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 274 - 274 138 Everyone Stays_2

274: Chapter 138 Everyone Stays_2 274: Chapter 138 Everyone Stays_2 You should know, at first, when he managed to assassinate Pilireno and rescue Miss Elena without harm, Leon felt that much of the credit had to be attributed to the Imperial Mage’s own lust for Azeryan’s “beauty”, which just happened to put them right in their line of fire.

Additionally, the embassy personnel just happened to be away, leaving the defense empty, plus Kovis’s inside-outside collaboration, whilst the unique status of the embassy also prevented the Felcon family from intervening in that area.

Only then was it possible.

However, during the Felcon family’s wedding celebrations, the main castle of the wedding was under the heavy guard of a large number of guards and knights.

Stealing the bride under the countless eyes of guests and guards was even harder than stabbing the almost undefended Pilireno.

Knowing their positions were hardly different, Larian said with a bitter smile, “I don’t have such ability to properly rescue the one I love; it’s all thanks to Master Galliard’s help.

Without that great poet, I probably wouldn’t even have had the chance to elope with Magrina.

As you can see, we are truly in love, but her father planned to use her as a political marriage pawn for an alliance with the Felcon family.

Magrina didn’t dare to elope with me, as that would inevitably bring trouble from Earl Felcon to her family.

When we were at a loss, Master Galliard offered us help, promising to assist Magrina in escaping after the wedding ceremony started.

This way, the Felcon family would be the ones to ‘lose’ the bride, making the Salain family the victim instead, who could then hold Earl Felcon accountable.

Thus, Magrina could leave her worries behind and escape with me with peace of mind.”

It was him again, Galliard.

He was the one who rescued the bride.

He was also the one who rescued the trapped women in the embassy.

“Galliard…

I’ve had some dealings with that poet as well, but not extensively.

My impression of him is also…

rather complex.

Do you know him?” Leon asked Larian tentatively.

The Ranger Knight shook his head, “Not very well, but Master Galliard is a mysterious and noble man.

I believe all the rumors and whispers about that great poet are false.”

“Noble, huh…” Leon stroked his chin upon hearing this, his curiosity about the minstrel he had met previously growing.

Regardless of how the other party managed to do it, just considering the risks involved in each of these good deeds, it wasn’t something a notorious libertine slandered in the rumors would do.

Combining what he had learned from Elena—that her interactions with Galliard had been without any improper advances—Leon had a bit of an epiphany in his heart.

Thinking back to their first encounter, when he “stole” the wife of a merchant in Dragon Throat City, but didn’t flee the city, it might have been…

just a self-smearing act to attract attention.

As long as everyone’s gaze was fixed on him as the “scoundrel”, paying attention to the debauched and flamboyant poet,

then no one would notice the true escapee.

Just like the young couple before him, wandering the world.

It really made him wonder what the other’s selfless motive could be.

Could he be the reincarnation of the matchmaker deity, with such a fondness for resolving tragedies and matching true love?

Leon pushed aside his doubts and continued to question Larian, “So, did Galliard refer you here?”

“No, that’s not the case.

The master parted ways with us quite early on.

I led the group in escaping Kantadar and into Orland’s territory, originally intending to head east towards the ‘Dinexion’ of the Holy Court Kingdom.

But on the road, we repeatedly heard poets from various places sing the praises of Master Galliard’s poetry, which frequently lauded your kindness and integrity.

Given that the master spoke so highly of you, I naturally wanted to visit Selva and see for myself.

If you are indeed as noble a Knight Lord as the poems say, then you would be willing to provide a safe haven for Lady Martha and the others to start new lives, and spare them the exhaustion and risks of a long journey with me,” Larian explained.

At another table, the ladies, at some point, had stopped their conversation.

Leon gave the nervous-looking ladies and girls a gentle smile.

He was the same as ever, not minding taking in these poor, homeless people; a few extra mouths to feed hardly made a difference around him.

Moreover, even though these women were as beautiful as daughters of a wealthy family, they had all endured tragic circumstances similar to Miss Elena’s and were clearly not the type too delicate to do any work; at least doing some household chores wouldn’t be an issue.

And if they were all literate and numerate like Elena, then Azeryan and Elena would have more help with the estate’s affairs.

“Since you are a friend of Miss Elena, you are naturally also my friend.

I won’t ignore a friend’s plight.

They won’t be subject to any rude treatment or harm.”

Leon turned back to Larian and asked, “But what are your thoughts now?

After all, the accident you experienced tonight might make my current assurances seem less reliable.”

Larian did seem a bit troubled after hearing this, “Lord Pendragon, through this contact and conversation, I can feel the sincerity of your heart.

The act of going such great lengths to rescue a friend’s kin is indeed praiseworthy in the poems.

Having an acquaintance like Miss Elena, I think Lady Martha and the others could receive good care as well.

However, from the news we received today, the area you govern seems to be undergoing conflicts.

I find it hard to be at ease leaving the ladies in a troubled land, so please forgive my offense.

I don’t know much about this place and can’t judge whether your protection for them can be long-lasting…”