Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 413 - 413 196 Griffin Knight

413: Chapter 196: Griffin Knight 413: Chapter 196: Griffin Knight It also resolves some of the confusion from back then…

After listening to the other party’s request for instruction and inquiry, Lola rested her chin on her hand and stared dreamily into Leon’s eyes.

…After all, I can’t just leave it be…

Especially at this moment, if my guess is correct…

there’s not much time left.

Miss Mage’s golden eyes closed, she fell silent for a while, then reopened her eyes and nodded slightly towards him.

“It’s okay, it would be good to go have a look, don’t worry, I’ll go with you.”

“You’re coming with me?

That’s great, just sorry for holding up your work again.”

Leon was both surprised and embarrassed upon hearing this.

It had been almost eight months since he promised her, and though he spoke well, he still couldn’t fulfill the original promise.

Fortunately, the look on the young teacher’s face didn’t show any displeasure for the unexpected delay of the planned itinerary.

He felt slightly relieved and was very pleased with Lola’s decision to accompany him.

With Miss Pope at his side, he naturally had fewer worries about entering the spirit-possessed site again.

With the navigation equipment ready and professional guidance, entering and exiting the spirit-possessed site would be as easy as returning home to him.

But…

Leon stroked his chin and pondered.

He wondered about the scale of the Cursed Land mentioned by Ines, how long it has existed, and whether there are high-spiritual intelligence souls inside that could be used as the “guide instrument” wicks.

If it turns out that Orad and his people are not dead when they’re found, one couldn’t just start killing a few Eastern Border Knights to extract their souls to use as guide instrument wicks.

It looks like before setting out, I should first go to the Nightmare Forest to find any missed Ancient Corpse Ghosts, and save a soul wick in advance, letting it do this one last job before resting well…

If no suitable one can be found, then going to the prison and selecting a heavily condemned criminal for soul extraction is also manageable.

“Whether or not I can help the Princess, I will take you to Rolannar as soon as possible.

Once it’s done, with Death Claw’s help, we can fly directly to the Eastern Kantadar border, and it will take no more than a day to arrive,” Leon assured, looking up.

“Hmm…” Lola stood from her throne and approached him: “Then I should return to you now.”

“Now?” Leon scratched his head; he originally planned to fetch her when he was ready to depart.

“Why?

Is it inconvenient now?” Lola cocked her head and smiled with her arms crossed.

“No, of course not,” Leon waved his hands hurriedly.

He didn’t mind Lola’s spirit possession; Canis often made a fuss about wanting to “get some fresh air,” and he felt it was too restricting to confine Miss Mage inside his body.

Of course, on the other hand, staying inside the tower all day seemed like imprisonment too.

Now, with enough magic power for Miss Mage to communicate in her spiritual state, perhaps she’d feel freer with him than cooped up inside the tower.

Leon asked, “How do you plan on coming back?

Do you need a spell ceremony?”

Lola raised her eyebrows – she could do it with just a thought.

But suddenly she felt it might be better to make a bit of a spectacle with some sound and lighting effects, to avoid exposing any embarrassment from having stealthily possessed him before…

Miss Mage’s clean white palm extended from her sleeve and pressed against his chest.

With a humming sound, her body turned into a dazzling apparition and directly fused with Leon.

The light dissipated, and the golden Netti Card gently floated down.

Without feeling anything solid, Leon reached out to catch the golden card, looked at its empty facade, and couldn’t help but touch his chest.

That’s it?

“Lola?” Leon tentatively called in his mind.

At his call…

The gentle melodious voice immediately echoed in his mind.

“I’m right here…”

A sense of security instantly flooded Leon’s heart.

Alright, his personal Miss Sister was back.

…

…

Leaving the Mage Tower, Leon quickly headed towards the Fountain Square and the group that was already waiting for him.

In his past life, he had never flown a plane and had never truly controlled flight; now he had to devote time to get along with Death Claw before setting off on the journey.

When he arrived at his waiting companions, Leon looked at the splendid Griffin Armor that the servants had brought and had already been painted in black and bright red rust-proof paint.

Everything was ready; all that was missing was for the owner to come and try it on.

Leon glanced to the east.

His gaze fell upon the high tower that had been transformed into “Griffin Tower” beside the main castle.

There lay Death Claw, the big fellow, sprawled lazily on the terrace atop the Nest Tower, its large wings open and drooping in contentment, enjoying the warm sunlight from above.

Since convincing it to settle in Avalon half a month ago, and after coaxing and tricking it through the communication Magic Technique, this Big Fat Bird had become increasingly lazy within Avalon.

At first, it used to hunt occasionally.

But once it realized that even without hunting, food would still be provided by the domain every day to ensure full meals, Death Claw couldn’t be bothered to hunt for food by itself anymore.

Now one could only see the Griffin flying out of the Griffin Tower in the morning and evening to stroll around Avalon, finding places to relieve itself and marking the edges of its territory.

This was not only because the giant beast likes cleanliness; it was also due to griffin habits, preventing them from dirtying their main nest and leaving a scent that might give away its location.

Beside these morning and evening patrols, people could only observe this behemoth spending its days squatting in the fortress eating, sleeping, occasionally playing with its young on the castle rooftop, and continuing its undemanding and flat-laying lifestyle as if it were a homebody.

Leon wasn’t worried if the resources from Baron Domain could sustain one large and one small Griffin mother and daughter’s meals and drinks.

What he feared was if Death Claw kept up this lazy behavior, in the future it would just get fatter and fatter until it really became such a fat bird that it couldn’t fly anymore?