Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 683: 319 King_2

Chapter 683: Chapter 319 King_2

When the Avalon Territory, which had almost never suffered the hardships of war, faced a crisis, it was no problem at all for an army of thousands to be raised on the spot under the leadership of the Knight Order to resist foreign enemies.

Moreover, as a member of the Holy War Alliance, Baron Yevan and other lords of the Holy War Army who oversee alliance affairs in the Sobonitz Domain would certainly not stand by regarding the safety of Avalon.

If something truly happened, nearly ten thousand Holy War Army soldiers who had experienced the undead disaster could gather to support the Avalon Territory in less than half a month.

Though his own territory might not be impregnable, without tens of thousands of elite troops attacking from both the north and south, threatening the safety of Avalon Castle is no simple task.

Even in the worst-case scenario, Avalon Castle already has plans in place for extreme crises and can retreat to an enclave in the Sobonitz Domain.

If they were truly to retreat to the sparsely populated Sobonitz Domain, the enemy’s army would not only have to face the army of the Holy War Alliance but also the severe challenge of how to supply themselves in the barren eastern Kantadar, where the undead army, which doesn’t eat or drink, is incomparable to living soldiers.

Of course, although he was confident about Avalon’s safety, just thinking of how for over three years, Olivia couldn’t find any trace of herself made Leon feel an anxious pang of concern when he contemplated her grief and suffering.

He promptly asked Ines, “Your Highness, is resting a night in Rolannar City enough? I want to take you back to Orland as soon as possible.”

Ines nodded, gently smiling and setting aside the wooden sheathed knife she was playing with, “Don’t worry, as long as you’re rested. I’m used to marching and not that delicate; I can set out with you anytime.”

“Alright, then we’ll go to the market later to buy two ordinary travel horses, and depart at dawn tomorrow,” Leon calculated, estimating that five Serrian gold coins would suffice for two average pack horses, leaving enough money for their journey.

Besides, Rolannar City is just a little over a hundred kilometers from the Sobonitz Domain. Once we return to the Holy War Alliance’s territory, Ines and I can flaunt our status and be safely escorted home by the alliance lords.

With the plan set, they were not procrastinators. They immediately got up, left the inn, and inquired about the location of the horse market in the outskirts.

Upon finding the horse dealer, Leon carefully selected and examined to avoid encountering a swindler.

Fortunately, his worries were unnecessary. Though the horses were far from the expensive, magnificent thoroughbred Urian warhorses, they appeared healthy and robust.

The horse dealer confidently patted his chest and promised, “Rest assured, sir, these are fine horses from the Okrosia Kingdom’s domain. They’re all solid animals, and I guarantee none are of inferior quality!”

Leon nodded, checked the horses’ teeth and hooves, and used magic perception discreetly to examine the magic element circulation and internal health within each horse’s body. Disregarding appearances, he chose two with the best potential and endurance for a reasonable price and paid immediately.

The horse dealer, pleased with the substantial gold coins, verified their authenticity and weight, smiling broadly.

Finding generous, knowledgeable customers who don’t fuss over bargaining makes business pleasant.

“Aren’t you going to lead them for a few laps to see their gait, sir? You’re so straightforward that you may ride a few circles to confirm at no cost.” The horse dealer warmly suggested.

“No need. I know these two horses are worth their price.” Leon shook his head, having already used the healing magic’s spiritual inspection technique on the horses. He now knew their condition better than the dealer himself.

“Ah! It’s rare to meet such agreeable customers as you. You won’t be charged a paperwork fee for the contract. Consider it a gesture of friendship, and you’re welcome to come to me again if you need horses.” The horse dealer said cheerfully.

He quickly called a secretary from the market to register the transaction, swiftly completing the sales contract proving the trade was legal and not from theft or robbery.

All the way to the door, the horse dealer, who led Leon and his companion, reminded them sincerely, “With the Holy Sun above, if you find any issues with the horses besides new injuries within the three-day observation period, remember to come to me. I’ll take responsibility.”

Leon nodded, marveling at how the horse dealers here in the Rolannar Region, whether due to the societal environment or otherwise, were much more courteous than the deceitful ones in Kosos County.

He and Ines were leading the horses and were about to leave when they had only taken a few steps when Leon’s ears twitched slightly. He froze in place, stopping in his tracks.

He turned back to look at the merchant who had returned to the stable, his excellent warrior’s hearing picking up a faint murmur:

“… Thanks to Sir Azeryan’s benevolence, the King’s Domain pasture has reopened… business is getting better and better…”

Leon raised a hand and rubbed his ear, wondering if he had misheard.

Ines, lacking his superhuman hearing, only glanced curiously at his frozen stance.

Leon furrowed his brows, set down the reins, and quickly ran back behind the horse dealer, patting the man’s shoulder.

“What were you just saying? Benevolence of which Majesty?”

The horse dealer was startled by the pat and looked back with some confusion.

“Wh… which… which Majesty?”

“The Majesty you mentioned earlier, what is his name?” Leon asked anxiously, frowning.

Afraid of name confusion, Leon hurriedly added, “Forgive my ignorance after living in Orland for so long. What is the surname and name of the current King Seryan?!”

The horse dealer looked puzzled by the customer’s sudden intense reaction but nonetheless answered the well-known question.

“The current Majesty… is ‘Azerein Flarel Okrosia.’

The horse dealer looked Leon up and down, astonished, “You didn’t even know that? Seems like you haven’t been back to Seryan for many years…”

Ines, standing beside, also heard the conversation clearly, blinking her beautiful eyes in disbelief.

“Azerein Flarel? Sir Azruein? A king…?”

As an ally of Leon, Ines clearly remembered the names of every core member under Leon’s influence, of course, she recognized Leon’s trusted deputy.

The young knight, known to have fled to Orland with Leon, earned a position with the Thorny Flower family, and in just three years, had become the King of Seryan??

Ines’ lips parted slightly, and she couldn’t recall how many times she’d marveled at oddities since joining Leon today.

Hastily returning to the inn, Leon hadn’t yet recovered from the information learned from the horse dealer’s words.

He slouched in a chair in Ines’s room, fingers intertwined, trying to weave together all the information he had just discovered.

But the more he thought, the cooler the inexplicable chill creeping up his spine grew.

He realized that both he and Ines might have previously oversimplified the situation.

The room felt somewhat silent amidst their wordless contemplation until Ines took the initiative to break the silence.

“…The horse dealer said… that Sir… Aherein, since coronation, has ruled for nearly five years… but…” The little princess, sitting by the bed and looking at Leon, was utterly confused by the unprecedented contradiction presented by the information she had received.

Leon closed his eyes, understanding what Ines couldn’t comprehend, and nodded, “It’s now the Holy Solar Calendar Year 866, which is Orland Calendar Year 678.

Going back five years from now would be Orland Calendar Year 673.

At that time, at the beginning of the year, Azerein, Lokhak, and I should have just fled to Orland and become knights of the Farolis family shortly before.”

No need to elaborate further, Nightmare Forest’s spiritual field dissipating, the revival of the Thorny Flower family, Orland’s southern campaign, the Battle of Ustato, the undead scourge, the Battle of Rolannar…

Many significant events happened that year.

Yet uniquely, there wasn’t… nor could there be, an event of Azerein being crowned King of Seryan.

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