Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 337 - 337 165 Noble Visitor Another Request for Monthly Pass

337: Chapter 165 Noble Visitor (Another Request for Monthly Pass) 337: Chapter 165 Noble Visitor (Another Request for Monthly Pass) Leon summoned the Guard and instructed Hawk to take the messenger to the inn for accommodation, then hurried his good brother to go back to rest, “Hurry and wash up, sleep, or Little Lina’s boiling water will grow cold.”

After speaking, he picked up the two letters on the table.

One was specifically to be delivered to Lady Adelina in person, sealed with wax, naturally not to be tampered with, and he would later hand it over.

So, he opened the other one addressed to himself and looked through it, aside from the courteous phrasing, it was essentially a notice of the local lord’s visit.

Lady Adelina’s father, also Eriv’s father-in-law, would arrive three days later, along with the allied forces of the Great Vestra Territory, passing by Selva Village.

The troops from the Western Kingdom, after resting for a short period, would continue along the main road in the woods of the Thorny Flower Family, marching south to enter the Kantadar Kingdom.

The Western allied forces summoned by the King were not small in scale, with a strength of tens of thousands, among which 5,000 were Duke Vestra’s forces, 3,000 were Count Rahman’s forces, and close to 2,000 belonged to the troops of the nobles from West Bay County.

This army of tens of thousands was but the vanguard of Orland’s great forces; they would pass through “Marching Town,” the vast camp expanded by Count Trolsa to the east of Selva, before the main forces of the King’s Domain, which were still gathering.

Of course, now “Marching Town,” the large barracks continuously expanded and connected in the east of Selva, with its internal logistic personnel scaling over a thousand, had also acquired a definite temporary name, “Marching Town.”

When the ten-thousand-strong vanguard from the Western Kingdom passed through “Marching Town,” Count Rahman planned to take some time to visit Selva to see his daughter, whom he had not seen for many years.

And as the local lord, Leon naturally had to arrange for the reception of a Great Noble.

Fortunately, during this time, numerous noble lords both great and small had come to visit while leading their armies through, and so under the guidance of Miss Sali and Lady Wenreisa who were visiting, Leon had also become quite adept at arranging noble banquets.

But unlike receiving ordinary nobility, welcoming a grand lordship ruler who reigned over an entire affluent county, like Lady Adelina’s father, obviously required the highest standards.

The musicians for the greeting and banquet as well as the soldiers lining the streets for a guard of honor, by convention, all had to be arranged.

It just so happened that with many weddings in Selva Village recently, there were plenty of musicians hired by various families, which made it possible to employ them to form a simple band temporarily.

Also, thanks to the scarcity of entertainment in this era, receiving visiting nobles, apart from the tedious etiquette, the process was much simpler than organizing corporate activities in his previous life.

It was nothing but listening to musical accompaniments, hosting feasts for everyone to eat and drink together; considering the visitors were leading troops on a military campaign without the company of their families, there was no need to organize a dance either.

After discussing the reception details with Miss Elena, Leon picked up the letter personally addressed to Adelina, got up, and prepared to go over to the main house to hand it over to the Baroness.

At this moment, Azeryan, who had finished bathing and dressed neatly, was carrying his leather case all the way back home, and once again came down the stairs.

The noble son with damp hair returned to the hall and asked Leon, who was about to leave, “Leon, have you seen Miss Raya?

Is she on holiday today?”

Leon stopped in his tracks and turned back, “I had asked Raya to help me draw an overhead map of Selva two days ago, she should be drawing at the North Slope Watchtower these couple of days…

aren’t you quick, aren’t you resting yet?”

He could scarcely remember how many times he had urged the other to go to sleep.

Azeryan smiled sheepishly, “No rush, I just want to give some things to Miss Raya first.”

“What things?” Leon asked, puzzled.

Scratching his face, Azeryan lifted the leather case in his hand, “Nothing much, just some painting supplies I bought along the way.

When I was inquiring about Magic Materials in Silver Mountain City, I saw quite a few high-quality brushes and pigments in that Pharmacist’s shop, so I bought some for Miss Raya.

The quality of those available in Farolis City is too poor, they definitely can’t compare to what she used to use in Rolannar…”

“Oh~~~” Leon’s mouth curled up, his voice suddenly went up an octave, “Bought on a whim, huh…

Mhm~ I get it, I get it~”

He revealed a strange smile, his gaze especially teasing towards his clearly intentional brother.

The noble son’s face heated up, quickly defending, “Don’t get me wrong, that’s not what I meant, just…

never mind, don’t make stuff up; I don’t want to make Miss Raya feel troubled.”

Azeryan didn’t argue too much, with a flush of heat on his face and embarrassment, he carried the carefully selected gift, hurrying past Leon’s smiling eyes.

This time, the noble son had indeed experienced the embarrassment that he had once shared with Lokhak when they teased each other.

With the air of someone who’s “been there,” Leon watched as Azeryan carried the gift towards the north of the village, nodding silently to himself.

No wonder lately, he often saw him laughing and chatting with Raya.

The two had the camaraderie of fellow townsfolk, plus Miss Raya herself was a renowned young painter from Holy Land City, so naturally, Azeryan would have many topics to discuss with her.

After interacting repeatedly, it was normal for his brother to feel a budding affection; after all, a gentle and talented beauty like Miss Raya, had it not been for her tragic experiences after the city’s fall, would have had men lining up throughout Holy Land City to court her.

Leon sighed, at the moment, Azeryan seemed to mind not at all Raya’s unfortunate past, still harboring feelings of love, willing to pursue her, which for the girl who had been through so much, was indeed a fortunate thing.