Knight and Wand

Chapter 1 Feeling like a world away
I felt myself lying on the cold ground.
The moment he regained consciousness, a severe headache immediately began to irritate Leon's nerves.

In a trance, the short life of a boy named "Leon" flashed through his mind.

The joy of my father teaching me how to draw a hunting bow still lingers in my heart.

On top of my head, the tenderness of my mother’s touch of my hair lingers for a long time.

The evening afterglow of walking on the country road when I was a child seems like yesterday
The red color represents blood, the cold light is the mercenary's sword, and the blade reflects the boy's cowardly and fearful face. The mother's plea for mercy and her dying screams make the fire burn in the boy's heart.

Anger and hatred finally overwhelmed fear, but weak anger was meaningless. The boy was knocked to the ground, and before he lost his last bit of consciousness, he only heard the mercenaries' mocking and violent laughter.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the hideous bloodshot eyes had not yet dissipated.

As his memory gradually came back clear, Li Ang frowned, trying to dispel the remaining hatred in his heart that did not belong to him.

He gasped to ease his tense body and tried to stand up, but found that his hands were bound by a pair of crude shackles.

After adjusting his posture with difficulty by turning sideways, he finally leaned against the thick wooden fence on the side and raised his upper body little by little, so that he could look up and around.

A cage that held many people, with a large number of similar cages surrounding it.

The people in the cage were in similar situations to him, there were men and women, but the common point was that there were no old people.

The prisoners were basically young people, teenagers, and even children of seven or eight years old. They were either wearing only tattered clothes covered with dust, dirt, and blood, or they were stripped of even the clothes that could cover their bodies. Many of them also had scars from being abused.

Sporadic sobbing could be heard. The mercenaries were shouting and mocking in a strange foreign language. The expressions of the prisoners were numb, terrified, or full of hatred. The air was filled with a suffocating and oppressive atmosphere.

Somewhere in a camp, Leon realized that he had become a captive and a slave.

He took a deep breath for this unacceptable reality, then exhaled slowly, trying to calm his newly awakened mind and sort out the complicated thoughts in his mind.

Who am I, Leon?

No.

I am Li Ang.

The turbulent memory of this body could not cover Leon's self-awareness. His consciousness easily passed through the soul fragments of this sixteen-year-old boy and found the information that truly belonged to him.

Li Ang, 26 years old, single, parents are still alive, no bad habits, healthy, an ordinary office worker that can be found anywhere on the planet
Recalling this, the headache came again. The familiar memories of the past were so vague and distant. Li Ang frowned and held his forehead.

Putting aside his memories for the moment, he looked up and glanced at the attire of the mercenary guards outside the cage.

Spears, swords, mail, iron armor, bows and crossbows. In the era when Leon lived on Earth, no matter how backward a country was, it was impossible to have such COSPLAY medieval-style soldiers.

The bloody and cruel scenes in the dead boy's memory also clearly told him that this was definitely not a filming base.

So it was time travel? Or was it soul travel? Did it travel to ancient Europe, or to a strange other world?
One after another, unrealistic questions popped up.

Li Ang couldn't figure out the reason. He didn't remember having any close contact with the dump truck before, and he couldn't even remember what happened to his consciousness before it entered this body.

Looking down at the iron shackles that were tightly bound around his wrists, Li Ang felt a little confused.

As a modern man with no mental problems, he does not want to become a slave whose freedom, life and death are controlled by others.

Let’s not consider the reason for traveling through time for now. What really matters now is how to escape.

He calmed down and searched for any information in the memory of the boy named Leon that could help him understand the current situation.

The Kingdom of Serian, the Church of Saint Sol, the Holy Land City, the army of the Kingdom of Rolandarkantardar invaded the city, looted and massacred
Gradually picking up the memories of the original owner of this body, the boy named Leon was just a child from an ordinary hunter family on the outskirts of the holy city of Rolandar. Before the war, he and his family lived a relatively stable life in the woodland settlement on the outskirts of the holy city, until the Kantadar army from the west invaded.

"You're still alive. I thought you were dead yesterday."

A calm voice seemed to speak to itself
Li Ang came out of his thoughts and looked in the direction he was looking. It was a young brown-haired boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old. Although he was in the same dirty situation, his skin was still whiter than most people in the cage.

Li Ang guessed that before the other party was arrested, he might have come from a relatively wealthy family, otherwise the lower-class common people would not have the opportunity to maintain such a fair complexion under the sun.

"Hey, who are you?" Li Ang asked while suppressing the dry cough in his throat.

"It doesn't matter who I am. You should thank that lady. If she hadn't been so kind as to insist on giving you water these two days, you might not have survived." The fair-skinned boy had no expression on his face and raised his chin to point in the other direction.

Li Ang turned his head and saw that the person the young man was pointing at was a lady in her twenties. Although she was inevitably ragged and haggard in this situation, it could still be seen that her appearance could be described as gentle and outstanding.

"Thank you." Li Ang sincerely thanked the lady who took care of him when he was unconscious in a hoarse voice.

In such a miserable environment, the other person is still willing to take care of the half-dead injured. His character is truly worthy of respect.

The lady forced a difficult smile and nodded slightly in response.

Li Ang noticed that there was a sturdy boy leaning next to her, and the boy looked at him with a vigilant look like a wounded beast. He looked about 60% similar to the kind lady, and the two might be relatives. Judging from their ages, they should be siblings. The boy was strong and had signs of training. His skin color was darker due to years of sun exposure, but the wounds and swellings on his body from being beaten by the mercenaries were also very obvious.

Li Ang looked away to avoid provoking the other party. He understood that the boy's unfriendly look was not malicious. In such a chaotic and cruel situation, the other party just wanted to protect his only remaining relatives.

He continued to look around at the other people in the cage. They were all the same, with pale faces like zombies. Few of them were without injuries. Even the lady who had taken care of him while he was unconscious had bruises and marks from being abused. Leon didn't want to think about what tragic experience the other person had gone through.

Leon turned his eyes away from the prisoners who were in the same boat with him and looked at the cage behind him. It was very sturdy and it was obviously impossible to destroy it from the inside. Moreover, even if he could escape from the prison, the weak and unarmed prisoners would not be able to defeat the armored mercenaries guarding outside.

After thinking it over, he finally sighed helplessly. It seemed that there was nothing he could do except wait.

Time passed slowly and agonizingly. Even a few hours seemed as long as centuries. Le Ang had never experienced such torment. The boring and tedious life of a corporate slave in his past memories seemed like heaven now. After all, he still had freedom back then.

After a long time, the sky darkened.

(Uriah) "You Serrian pigs! Get up and eat!"

The incomprehensible chatter of the mercenaries outside interrupted Leon's wild thoughts.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw several Kantadar mercenaries carrying sacks coming to each cage, shouting curses in a foreign language, taking out dry things that looked like food from the sacks and throwing them into the cages, as if they were feeding livestock.

Several blocks of dry food were also thrown into the cage where Li Ang was, followed by two large leather water bags.

Li Ang looked at the gray-black food that looked like dry food and was covered in dust and rolled on the ground. He counted in his mind and found that the number given by the mercenaries did not even match the number of prisoners in the prison. One was not enough for each person.

While Leon was still observing the reactions of others, the dark-skinned boy rushed to the food first. He quickly grabbed two pieces of dry food, picked up a water bag, and then ran back to his sister.

Then others came forward and picked up the dry food closest to them.

There was no fighting during the whole process. Firstly, everyone was not yet starving to death, and secondly, the prisoners did not have enough energy and spirit to engage in unnecessary arguments.

Before Li Ang could catch up and pick up some dry food, it had already been taken away. He simply sat back in the corner. Although he was hungry, it was still within his tolerable range.

At least there was enough water to drink. Two large water bags were passed around among everyone, and there was some left after everyone had drunk enough.

When it was passed to him, Li Ang endured the psychological discomfort brought by his mouth that had been used by everyone. He slightly raised the leak and poured the water into his mouth, finally relieving the dryness in his throat.

In extraordinary times, one cannot help but be obsessed with cleanliness.

After drinking his fill, Li Ang continued to pass the water bag to the next person beside him. He glanced in the direction of the brother and sister inadvertently, and happened to see the lady who had taken care of him when he was unconscious also looking at him.

She had a bitter smile with a hint of apology on her face, and she was reluctant to eat the dry food that her brother had brought her first, because she noticed that Li Ang, who had just woken up from a coma, did not have any food in his hands.

The lady seemed to struggle slightly, then she stood up and tried to share the food with Li Ang, but was then grabbed by her brother.

"Sister, you didn't eat enough yesterday!" The strong young man did not lower his voice. His tone was tough and distressed. He was obviously dissatisfied with his sister's excessive concern for others. This was why he took the initiative to snatch the two portions of dry food first.

Li Ang could naturally hear the young man's loud voice, which was obviously meant for him to hear, so he waved his hand tactfully.

"Thank you for your kindness, I'm not hungry yet."

Li Ang declined politely. Even without her brother's protection, he felt embarrassed to always accept the care of this poor lady.

"I'll give you half. I'm not that hungry." A voice suddenly interrupted.

Li Ang looked over and saw that it was the fair-skinned young man who had spoken to him before. Li Ang was a little surprised by the other party's sudden kindness.

The other person walked over to him and sat down, then broke off half of the dry food and handed it to him.

".Uh, thank you." Li Ang did not refuse and readily took the food given by the other party.

"As for the question just now, my name is Azreen Flarel, Azreen from the Flarel family. What's yours?" The fair-skinned, brown-haired boy took a bite of the hard-to-swallow dry food in his hand, and then asked Leon casually.

Li Ang hesitated slightly, but considering that his real name happened to be similar in pronunciation and tone to the name of the original owner of this body, he let go of his hesitation.

"My name is Leon, and I don't have a surname." Leon chose to follow the local customs and used the original name of the young man's body.

The young man named Azerien was slightly stunned.

He had just seen the other party showing obvious resistance when using the shared water bag, and thought that the other party was also a descendant of a noble who had not yet adapted to the situation.

But there is no difference now, Azerien thought self-deprecatingly, whether they are the sons of nobles or the sons of commoners, they are now just slaves to be slaughtered by the Kantardars.

After the two of them introduced themselves to each other, there was nothing more to say, and the atmosphere once again fell into a resigned silence.

(End of this chapter)