Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 472 - 472 220 The True Knight_2

472: Chapter 220 The True Knight_2 472: Chapter 220 The True Knight_2 Despite having made up his mind to pursue the lovely Miss Sally, Lokhak didn’t want the matter to become too well-known to avoid putting her in a difficult position.

The girl, once a noble’s daughter in her homeland, was now alone and unsupported.

Lokhak did not wish to become the overbearing antagonist often depicted in minstrel tales.

As he walked towards the backyard of the large house, he glanced down at his own physique once more, feeling a sense of discouragement.

His extraordinarily tall and robust frame was indeed something to be proud of as a warrior.

But this bear-like and towering build was not only likely to frighten Miss Sally, it made dancing look especially ridiculous.

Each time Lokhak thought of this, he couldn’t help but fantasize about swapping physiques with Azeryan.

If only he possessed that elegant and handsome face and figure, how much easier it would be to win Sally’s heart!

Lost in thought, he hadn’t yet entered the spacious courtyard when he suddenly heard a commotion.

There were sounds of boys scuffling, screaming, and cursing, along with Sally’s urgent cries.

A boy cursed angrily, “…..Bastard!

Go die, stupid pig!

Low-born bastard!”

The other skinny boy, while struggling, did not concede: “…Pig!

— Bah!

You’re the bastard!”

“….Pull them apart!

Help me pull them apart!” Sally’s pretty face was on the verge of tears as she called out to the confused children nearby for help.

She was struggling hard to pull off the boy who was punching and kicking another child.

But heaven could bear witness, though she was a teacher to these boys, she was only a fifteen-year-old girl herself, not much older than them, and was no match for the strength of the two boys locked in a furious tussle.

Several eager young boys intended to help the poor little teacher, but upon seeing the approaching robust figure, their hairs stood on end in fear.

A shadow like that of a towering steel pillar suddenly blocked the sunlight over Sally’s head.

Before the clumsy girl could look up in confusion, Lokhak extended his left hand, his tree root-like strong fingers lifting the boy off the other like picking up a chick.

The unstoppable terrible force made the boy feel as if he were snatched by a giant dragon.

He stopped struggling and turned his head sideward, seeing the familiar face with the sword-like brows and tiger-like eyes, causing his breath to halt for a few seconds.

“…Lo….Lokhak big brother….”

The backyard immediately fell silent, leaving only the excited, rapid breathing of the two boys.

Seeing the newcomer helping to separate the fighting boys, Sally felt much relieved.

“…Thank you, it’s fortunate you are here, Sir Lokhak.” She straightened up and tidied her dress, smirking helplessly.

Lokhak smiled at her but found himself losing the romantic mood he initially had.

Because the child who was hitting the frail classmate was someone he recognized.

The boy was from under his jurisdiction in Longka, the grandson of the Longka Village Official, and once a little brother he had taken care of.

Holding the boy with one hand, Lokhak gave the lily of the valley flowers in his other hand to Sally.

Looking at the flowers handed to her, the girl was stunned for a moment before taking them somewhat bewilderedly.

Lokhak then put down the boy in his hand.

After glancing at the other boy with a bruised face, he asked the Longka Village Official’s grandson in front: “Duke, why were you fighting?”

Breathing heavily, Duke was somewhat afraid of the lord in front of him, but he gritted his teeth and pointed to the boy he had just beaten up.

“That bastard!

He’s a Kantadar!

I disgust him!” Seeing his hometown’s lord brother, the boy seemed to have someone backing him, saying viciously.

The boy being pointed at tightened his cheeks, pursing his lips in anger but still restrained himself from speaking, remembering that he was now under Orland Lord’s governance.

“He indeed is a Kantadar, and there are many Kantadar people here.” Lokhak nodded, asking, “Then what?

I’m asking why you were fighting.”

Having said that, he turned his gaze to the beaten Kantadar boy, asking in Urian Language: “What’s going on?”

“My lord, he called me stupid like a pig, I didn’t dare talk back, but then he bumped into me, and just…

started fighting.” The bruised boy dared not offend the noble, answering honestly.

“Did you provoke him just to beat up a Kantadar?” Lokhak turned his head back.

Duke could already understand these few simple Urian words, opening his mouth with a little urgency in his eyes, he said, “My lord, you know!

My father!

My father was killed by the Kantadar people!

He was sent back with only a head with eyes gouged out, I wish I could gouge out every Kantadar’s eyes to avenge him!”

Listening to the hatred in the boy’s words, Lokhak still focused on him: “You mean…

you want to avenge here?”

Seemingly stirred by his father’s blood feud, the emotion once surpassed fear, he shouted to Lokhak with tear-filled eyes: “Shouldn’t I!?…

Shouldn’t the Kantadar people die!”

Lokhak remained unmoved, pointing to another sturdy Kantadar boy standing behind them: “Then why don’t you start with him?

He’s also a Kantadar.”

Duke, with red eyes, looked over.

Somewhat huskily…

That was the son of the mayor of a town to the south, as strong as a bull…..

Lokhak seemed to see what the boy was thinking, and he pulled out the dagger hanging on his side, tossing it directly at Duke’s feet.

Watching the flashing sharp blade roll to his feet, Duke stepped back in shock.

“Pick it up, and you can do it, go kill him, gouge out his eyes.” Lokhak said coldly.

The big Kantadar boy who was pointed at retreated in horror.

Duke’s breathing quickened with excitement and emotion, he looked up in some confusion.

“You have the right to revenge, go now, kill the enemies in your eyes, I won’t stop you, nor let anyone else stop you.”

Lokhak continued, expressionless: “Not just them, there are many Kantadar people here, your teacher Lady Vanessa too, and Miss Magelina, her husband Knight Larian…

Do what you want to do, starting with these Kantadar classmates in front of you.”

Duke’s naive brain seemed to be muddled into a slurry.

He impulsively…

picked up the sharp noble dagger.

——Clank!

Lokhak simultaneously drew his long sword from his waist.

The close, gleaming blade scared the boy, making his limbs go ice-cold, and the dagger he had just picked up fell back to the ground immediately.

Lokhak calmly reassured the boy: “Don’t be afraid, before you complete your ‘revenge,’ I won’t do anything…

Until you become a thug stained with the innocent’s blood, I will personally behead you.”

“I….

I don’t understand…my lord, why?

Why are you siding with a…

Kantadar!

Your parents, weren’t they also….”

Duke cried in fear, his voice trembling and full of confusion.

However, before he finished speaking, Lokhak, leaning on his sword, squatted down halfway, lifting the boy’s chin.

Seeing the boy about his little brother’s age, Lokhak’s voice turned as fierce as a demon, each word causing anger to twist his features into something ghost-like and inhuman.

“….My parents were brutally killed by Kantadar’s barbarity, Duke, and not a second goes by that I don’t want to shred those murderers and thugs into pieces…grind their blood and bones with teeth, chew and swallow their flesh alive….”

Duke’s cry instantly got stuck in his throat.

Lokhak’s menacing face slowly relaxed, his voice now devoid of emotion.

“….So, after becoming a knight, I vowed not only to find the murderers of my family and slice them to pieces…

but to mince all those bastards unworthy of living, sending them into the bottomless abyss one by one…

I will avenge upon all those beasts.” he said, releasing the boy, standing up with the sword’s help, and looking down at the dumbstruck Duke to ask:

“What about you…

will you pick up the dagger, kill the innocent classmates beside you and become a beast like those thugs, then be slain by me?

Or will you hold back your resentment towards the innocent and wait until you find your father’s killers, to repay blood with blood?”

Upon hearing this, Duke…

suddenly collapsed to the ground, letting out loud sobs.

“…But…how can I find them?

When I grow up…

they might have already died on the battlefield….” The boy cried to his lord brother in grievance.

Seeing that the child had made a choice, Lokhak finally eased his expression.

“So what?

Aren’t there countless damned people in the world still…

or would you rather beat an innocent classmate than kill all the scum like your enemies?” Lokhak said, sheathing back the dagger.

He waited quietly as the boy’s sobs gradually subsided.

After a long time, when the surrounding children had already been led away by Sally, Duke stopped crying, rubbing his eyes as he got up: “….Lokhak big brother, I’m sorry, I embarrassed Longka….”

“Do you still want revenge?” Lokhak asked.

“Yes…” Duke lowered his head, hesitating for a while before asking, “….shouldn’t I want it?”

“You’d better want it, or I’d slap you for your grandpa right now.” Lokhak glared at him.

Then he turned and finally showed a trace of a smile: “How do you want to avenge now?”

Feeling much lighter after the anger and tears, Duke looked up at the lord brother: “…I want to find those murderers, and in the world, those that are just like killers….

I want…

I want to be like you, become a strong knight, then I can avenge them.”

“Become a knight?

But a knight does not bully the innocent and weak…..what about your provocation and beating of your classmate just now?”

“I…

I’ll apologize!….

No, I must let him hit me back.”

“Deal, not a punch less, if he has several bruises on his face, you should have the same, and you have to pay him back a few punches!

Until he forgives you.”

Lokhak rubbed the boy’s hair, giving another wicked suggestion: “If he doesn’t dare hit you, you hit him, force him to hit back hard, understand?”

“Uh-huh!…

I got it!” The boy nodded.

…Watching Duke get up and run back to the academy building to apologize, Lokhak relaxed his tense cold face and sighed.

Perhaps because of his own similar experience.

This kid, he quite liked him when staying in Longka, often looked out for him, as his grandfather said, his father, the previous Longka Village Official, had fought and died in the Thorny Flower Territory’s northeastern border, resisting Kantadar intrusion, and was found in an unrecognizable pile of Jingguan, only his head.

Thinking about the boy’s harboring hatred, Lokhak shook his head, recalling that if he hadn’t met his current companions, his thoughts might not differ much from this boy’s earlier ones.

Having encountered too many people, he learned how to wisely classify his enemies by their deeds, not by ethnicity.

Gradually letting go of his thoughts, Lokhak regretfully clenched his right hand.

He originally intended to deliver flowers to the girl he liked, but was sidetracked teaching that boy a lesson, hoping his earlier terrifying demeanor hadn’t frightened Miss Sally.

Clapping his hands and turning to leave, he suddenly saw Leon, who at some point, was leaning against the back entrance wall, smiling while watching him.

For no particular reason, Lokhak felt embarrassed by his earlier words under an acquaintance’s scrutiny.

Leon, on the other hand, walked over to him with pride, hugging his good brother tightly over his shoulder.

“Now it seems my previous worries were unfounded.

Lokhak, you’re a true knight, and as your dear friend, I feel proud.”

Hearing Leon’s earnest praise, Lokhak flushed a bit more.

“Don’t tease me, I just thought if it were you, you would say the same to me.” The big guy scratched his face, instinctively mimicking his friend’s tone earlier.

“No, you don’t understand, if I were you, I wouldn’t match up to you….”

Leon sincerely shook his head.

….

….

….Teacher’s lounge, second floor.

Sally gently fiddled with the white lily of the valley flower in her hand.

She couldn’t help but lower her head to sniff the hint of fragrance.

On this rare summer-blooming flower, there was a rich aroma and an alluring purity….