Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 660: 307: Someone Cheating? _2

Chapter 660: Chapter 307: Someone Cheating? _2

“Do you mean we should not get involved in this matter for the time being?” Kovis probed.

Leon pondered for a moment and shook his head, “I’ll come over tonight to see how well-guarded the warehouse is. If there’s a chance, I’ll sneak in and take apart a riding spear to have a look, just to understand the situation clearly. With evidence in hand, no one will be wrongfully accused of corruption due to misunderstandings.”

Upon hearing Leon’s plan, Olivia’s eyes suddenly lit up.

She couldn’t contain her excitement, tiptoeing closer and whispering, “Leon, are you planning to play the ‘detective’ from the story you told and investigate this matter?”

Seeing Olivia’s expectant gaze, Leon raised an eyebrow and couldn’t help but smile, then said, “Something like that, after all, it’s a small effort.”

“Then I want to join too~,” Olivia said excitedly. “Since you’re going to play Baron Sherlock Holmes, I’ll be Knight Watson~, how about that?”

Leon laughed, it seemed that his little lion was indeed tired of watching the knight tournament these past few days.

Compared to civilians without martial arts experience, for a girl who has ridden across real battlefields and fought fiercely against terrifying demons that ordinary people couldn’t imagine, knight tournaments weren’t as attractive as she imagined.

“This story was told once in Selva Village, and you remember it so vividly,” Leon laughed.

“Of course, I haven’t forgotten any of the stories you told; I’ve written them down in booklets for safekeeping,” Olivia said proudly.

“Let me help as well, my lord.” Kovis, although unsure what Sherlock Holmes and Watson were, felt that his spell abilities might be useful to Leon.

The lord’s progress in magical arts was swift, but he focused more on combat magic such as invisibility, blinding, illusion techniques, and hadn’t delved much into other areas.

… After returning to the barracks, Leon went back to his room early, snuggling with Olivia under the covers, and slept until Kovis knocked on the door in the middle of the night.

After the curfew had started in most areas of the Royal City, Leon, along with Olivia and Kovis, went out. In the silent night, they walked along the street towards the weapons warehouse near the Great Arena.

They weren’t sneaking around in nightwear like thieves; instead, they wore regular clothes and walked openly on the street, as if they were out for a moonlit stroll.

Even when they encountered patrolling Royal City Guards and night watchmen, no one bothered them after a few words.

Although Oran City imposed a late-night curfew, the prohibition mainly applied to civilians.

The kingdom’s high nobles, officials, doctors, and other special profession personnel, with permits issued by the Royal Court or the Municipal Court, could generally travel at night as long as they didn’t do anything outlandish.

Soon, they arrived near the warehouse from earlier that day. The three of them crept through a narrow alley between two buildings, sticking their heads out from the shadowy darkness, peering around the wall.

The warehouse door was tightly shut, with oil lamps and torches lit at the entrance. Two guards with spears stood there, with a big dog chewing on a bone as they kept watch.

“Can you help us listen if there are other guards around the warehouse?” Leon asked Olivia.

The girl nodded, braced the hilt of her sword, crouched down, and listened intently….

The stillness of the night, the rustling insect sounds, the yawns of soldiers, the gnawing of bones by the hunting dog, footsteps from training across the street….

The subtle sounds of the peaceful night were discerned one by one by Olivia.

She opened her eyes and whispered, “At the main entrance of the warehouse, there are only those two guards and a hunting dog. There are also two people on each side and at the back of the building. I heard the sound of manipulating wooden poles, indicating they’re guards, but there’s no one inside the warehouse.”

Leon was surprised, not expecting the place to be so well guarded.

It made sense, though. While the riding spears for tournaments in the warehouse weren’t enticing enough for thieves to risk stealing, the spare knight armor stored inside was worth a great deal of money. Although much bulkier than regular knight armor, it was still genuine knight armor.

Leon thought for a moment and instructed Olivia, “Go to the bushes by the roadside in front and push a tree onto the road, see if you can catch their attention.”

Hearing the instruction, the girl nodded and immediately got up, her footsteps as silent as a nocturnal spirit cat, bypassing the house beside her and stealthily reaching the small bushes by the side of the warehouse.

Soon, with a loud crash, a pine tree as thick as a barrel toppled down heavily onto the road. The crisp cracking of wood and the wail of the falling tree startled the soldiers on night watch.

“What’s going on? Scared me to death, thunder on a clear day?”

The guard at the entrance felt a chill down his spine, looking up at the clear, rainless sky.

The hunting dog on the chain in his hand was startled, its fur standing on end, barking frantically at the fallen pine tree nearby.

The guard at the entrance stayed in place with his spear, while the two soldiers on the side of the warehouse, still recovering from the scare, approached with their spears.

This was enough.

Leon signalled to Kovis with a glance, and the two men avoided the path of the drawn-away guards, slipping quickly to the edge of the wall.

Leon easily jumped up, gripping the beams silently as he climbed onto the roof, then turned back to extend his hand, helping the lightly jumping Acro up as well.

A faint breeze, a gentle clink of tiles, and beside him, Olivia gracefully pressed down the hem of her skirt, deftly leaping onto the rooftop.

Although Leon himself could leap onto a seven or eight-meter-high rooftop, the noise of his clattering ascent was nothing compared to the silent ease with which his wife moved.

Seeing her bright, enthusiastic eyes under the moonlight, Leon chuckled inwardly, knowing she was probably thoroughly enjoying this intriguing infiltration game, much like in a story.

Taking advantage of the guards’ attention being drawn to the inexplicably fallen pine tree, the three stealthily approached the small ventilated attic on the warehouse roof.

Once Olivia stepped back a bit, Kovis reached out and placed a hand on the reversed wooden window inside, the wooden rod at the back was lifted by magic, and after a quiet rustling, the boy lifted the window, his eyes lighting up with night vision as he slipped inside through the window frame.

Leon and Olivia followed closely behind.

Landing with light footsteps on the second floor of the warehouse, Leon twisted the Earth Vein Spirit Lamp dangling from his waist.

Far from the Earth’s spiritual veins, the magic lamp emitted a hazy green light, illuminating the crates piled around them.

Leon wasted no time, quickly making his way down the stairs to the warehouse’s first floor.

He remembered the plump quartermaster saying that day that the pile of riding spears from Farayel, ordered by someone, would be shipped out tomorrow, so they should still be in the warehouse now.

Sure enough, following his memory to the back of the first floor of the warehouse, the Levia Poplar Wood riding spears seen during the day were still piled there.

Leon untied the hemp rope and picked one out from the middle to weigh it.

Olivia also examined a riding spear from a different spot than she had seen during the day.

As expected, the feel was still different from normal tournament riding spears.

“Leon, they’re all the same; these spears each have something like a metal core inside,” Olivia whispered.

Leon nodded silently, realizing this essentially ruled out the possibility of it being an accident or misunderstanding.

The oddity of the entire batch of riding spears was deliberate by the manufacturer.

“Open one up to see what’s inside.” Leon returned the spear to the pile and instructed the girl.

Olivia immediately turned the spear around, locking the shaft under her arm, supporting the spear shield with her left hand, and gripping the handle with her right hand. Like twisting a towel, she gently rotated it—

The slight crunching of wood shavings and sturdy wood fibers breaking was grating on the ears, and the wooden spikes twisted off by the girl bloomed like a cluster of flowers.

Using brute force to pry open the spear’s casing, Olivia gave a slight “huh” and then set down the broken spear handle and tail counterweight rod, peeling open the thick wooden shell of the shaft with her right hand, pulling out the “steel core” inside.

In the dim green light, Leon looked at what Olivia had pulled from inside the spear, widening his eyes in surprise.

Olivia curiously examined the beautifully carved object in her hand… a bed crossbow arrow?

The girl murmured, “This…? It looks kind of…. familiar?”

Kovis, startled, pressed his voice down and exclaimed, “—Cambeia City-breaking Magic Arrow! This is the Atiyasi Army’s magic weapon!!”

Leon pressed his lips together, his brow furrowing tightly.

It truly astonished Olivia that she still found this thing familiar now.

This was exactly the thing attached to Lokhak’s backside with a rag when the three of them first escaped the Nightmare Forest and arrived at Selva Village.

That magic crossbow arrow pulled from the death claw’s chest and abdomen!