Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 465 - 465 217 Going South to Meet_2

465: Chapter 217 Going South to Meet_2 465: Chapter 217 Going South to Meet_2 Especially when paired with the Death Claw’s set of black War Beast Armor, the style of the knight’s and the giant beast’s armor finally became uniform, no longer as mismatched as before, with one silver and one black.

So eye-catching, it should be able to boost morale among our own soldiers during battle…

Leon touched the cold surface of the steel armor, thinking to himself.

Finally able to use custom-made Knight Armor, replacing the old Snake Pattern Plate Armor that had been seized from Baron Dawson was supposed to be an exhilarating and lively moment.

However, with greater concerns weighing on his mind, Leon’s excitement about changing into new battle armor was considerably less.

Having the Guards assist him in donning the Griffin Plate Armor, Leon waited for the maids to attach his cloak, made slight movements to feel the treasure armor crafted by Dwarven artisans.

Although at a glance it appeared thicker and more solid than Dawson’s Snake Pattern Plate Armor, Leon was surprised to find that the new armor was not only extremely flexible at the joints but also seemed to add hardly any weight compared to the old armor, making his body feel incredibly energized and at ease.

After donning the Wing Helmet, Leon drew the long sword passed to him by the Guards, stepping forward and swinging it through a few stances.

The powerful sword cuts and strides, a tall knight in black armor, resonated golden clangs of armor and a fluttering cloak in the hall.

Suddenly, a series of clattering applause from Iron Gloves halted Leon’s sword movements.

Olivia, who had just been outside instructing Treya, had also received a notice and had come to the hall.

She couldn’t help but exclaim at the sight of Leon, “Is this your new Armor?

So majestic…

You seem even taller in it.”

“You’ve come at the perfect time.” Leon pushed up his visor, smiling at the young girl and pointing to another set of matching Knight Armor, “Not just for me, try on yours and see if it fits.”

In the past, even if he wanted to give the captured fine armor to his lover, it was impossible because no male knight had a petite frame like the girl’s.

Olivia simply couldn’t wear ready-made complete Knight Armor.

But now he could finally let her replace the patchwork Cavalry Armor with something sturdy and reliable.

“Is that for me?” Olivia looked towards the suit of armor on the rack, immediately stunned by its exquisite beauty.

The silver Armor was decorated with gold-copper trim, the right shoulder adorned with a golden lion’s head sculpture.

The battle robe lined with blue and gold edges, the hem extending from the side skirt emblazoned with the Golden Lion emblem, and the deep blue cloak made the already magnificent armor appear even more noble.

Of course, the indispensable part was a beautiful white-plumed Wing Helmet.

Leon sheathed his sword back into the scabbard held by Zabron, handed over his helmet to be held, and eagerly started to help Olivia off with her old gear and into this brand-new set of Golden Lion Armor.

Stepping back a few paces, he admired his impressive Golden Lion Knight in silver armor and a blue robe, eyes full of admiration.

Although the general requirement might have been proposed by himself, the actual implementation ultimately depends on the craftsman’s own ideas.

After all, practicality cannot be sacrificed for the sake of appearance.

However, despite their rugged appearance, Dwarves unexpectedly have a fine sense of aesthetics in their craftsmanship.

This suit of armor, offering near-complete coverage without hindering the girl’s agility, is both highly practical and protective while also being extremely elegant in appearance.

The Helarnians truly are a craftsman race with thousands of years of cultural heritage.

“Does it fit well?” Leon asked.

“…It fits perfectly, doesn’t hinder movement, but the skirt accompanying this armor is too luxurious.

What if it gets dirty with mud and bloodstains?”

Olivia picked up the hem of her blue and gold battle robe in amazement.

The blue robe and cloak…

It must have cost a fortune?

If it got dirty and couldn’t be cleaned, she might faint from distress.

“As the Champion of the Avalon Knights and the mentor to all knights in martial arts, you must have some dazzling attire,” Leon smiled and shook his head, reassuring her, “Don’t worry, this battle robe is for attending ceremonial occasions.

If you go into battle, just change into a plain undergarment that’s dirt-resistant.”

“That’s true.” Olivia sighed with relief.

With her worries assuaged, the excited girl immediately pulled Leon outside to move around and get used to the new armor they were both wearing…

…

Days in Avalon passed in the blink of an eye.

Leon and Olivia also informed Mr.

Brian Sr., who had rushed back from the Selva Camp, of the situation.

By now, the old knight no longer proposed ideas of taking his daughter away from danger as he did in the past; he had accepted the life path Olivia had chosen.

Leon entrusted the task of continuing to train new recruits for the Knight Order to him, then arranged for manpower to begin the busy recruitment of service-experienced young men from noble families within Orland’s territory.

Azeryan, Lokhak, and Lady Martha each led a team to nearby cities and villages to purchase military equipment and pack horses.

Olivia discarded her usual gentleness, training the knights of the Knight Order day and night with even stricter discipline than before.

Knight Filipo, who had fought alongside them in Longka, having witnessed the young lady’s prowess, very honestly accepted her guidance, and the other three young knights he brought along, after being soundly beaten in the arena, did not dare to disrespect the Knight Champion.

To earn respect from a warrior, directly proving one’s strength has always been the simplest way to establish authority.

The forge of Avalon, after Leon emphasized the importance of efficiency to Adya, operated at full capacity, and its chimneys soon billowed with continuous smoke.

Nine dwarves, joined by three apprentices of Shaw Ironsmith who were brought in to help but essentially to learn the trade, twelve craftsmen went all out, working overtime to forge armor for the future Knight Order, expected to be completed within two to three months.

Larian and Kovis did not delay; the Ranger Knight temporarily left his lover, carrying letters of request and commission entrusted by Leon, and mounted the Stormhawk to head for distant lands.

In the normally leisurely Baron Domain, everyone suddenly plunged into a state of urgency and busyness, with no spare time to be found.

As his companions departed in different directions, Leon sat in Avalon Castle, handling heaps of large and small state affairs on his own.

Fortunately, with the help of Elena and Lady Wenreisa, he was still able to manage.

As time entered August, on his fifth day back in Avalon, Leon finally received a messenger sent by Count Eriv, notifying him to head south to meet the King.

Since he was traveling with Count Eriv, Leon did not ride Death Claw but instead led out Black Steed, which he had not ridden in a long while.

Mounting his warhorse, he entrusted to Olivia, who had come to see him off: “Before Azeryan returns, the affairs of the territory are temporarily entrusted to you to oversee.

If you encounter any difficult problems, go consult Miss Lora at the Mage Tower; she once ruled over thousands in ancient times and will easily give you advice.”

Seeing the young lady nod in agreement, Leon spurred his horse and set out alone, rushing to Archers Castle to join up.

Traveling on Black Steed, he arrived at the Feudal Lord’s Residence in half a day, and only after entering Archers Castle and meeting Eriv did Leon realize that it seemed the southward party would include not just himself and the Sealing Lord.

Count Eriv was surrounded by numerous barons ennobled by the Thorny Flower family.

The Earl of the Rahman War Dogs from Duwana County was also there, along with some unfamiliar nobles he didn’t recognize in the hall.

And it was through Count Eriv’s introduction that Leon learned that the party preparing to meet the King was made up of more than twenty lords, great and small.

There were allies and friends of the Thorny Flower family, as well as nobles from the West Territory who had good relations with the Rahman family.

“I’ve long heard of your martial renown in Longka and your chivalry in Selva, Baron Pendragon.” A middle-aged noble in plate armor, adorned with an eagle emblem, approached to greet him eagerly.

Leon, recognizing the emblem, asked, “Are you Baron Anquela?”

“Indeed, I regret that I was held up by the war and could not personally attend the ennoblement ceremony in Glade County, and it’s a pity that I haven’t had the opportunity to thank you in person.

My child, my family, we were fortunate that you uncovered the conspiracy and protected our honor,” said Baron Anquela, sighing while looking at the Griffin Baron in front of him.

“I heard that Filipo also had the good fortune to join your Knight Order?

I entrust him to your care in the future, hoping he can learn from your courage and integrity.”

Leon replied with a smile: “Filipo is already an excellent knight, I wouldn’t dare say I’m taking care of him, I’m equally thankful that he’s willing to serve my Knight Order.”

“Now that everyone has arrived, let’s set out.” Count Eriv rose from his throne, “I entrust all of you to help the Thorny Flower family in presenting our petitions to His Majesty.”

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