259: Chapter 132: Undercurrents_2 259: Chapter 132: Undercurrents_2 Halfway through his sentence, he saw Leon blink furiously and quickly held his tongue, knowing it was better to stop.
Redo realized that Lord Pendragon seed to be planning that as a surprise for the future.
…
After a satisfying feast, everyone left the celebratory banquet to rest.
Leon, carrying a packed dinner and horse at, went to visit Kovis, who was still resting.
He knocked on the door, received no response, unlocked it, and entered to find the overly exhausted young man still deeply asleep.
Glancing at the little griffin’s sand basin, it was clean and didn’t need changing.
He wondered if it was Lokhak or Azeryan who had helped manage it earlier.
Leon sat on the bed, lifted the restless little griffin that was snapping at him, and started to feed it fresh horse at cut from the horses that had died in today’s battle.
Initially resistant to the stranger’s scent, the little griffin, the size of a cat, imdiately got excited and chirped joyously upon detecting the sll of its favorite food, ingrained in its genes.
It needed no help feeding.
Even a newly hatched griffin could easily tear the fresh at with its hard beak developed inside the egg.
As Leon stroked the little furball voraciously eating on his lap, he rembered he hadn’t yet taken the ti to na it.
After considering several nas, he shook his head…
This little fellow had always been under Kovis’s care since it hatched; better let the young mage na it.
Furthermore, not just the na, as long as Death Claw didn’t co looking for the child, Leon planned to let this little fellow follow Kovis from now on.
Maybe it was because it saw him first upon birth, thinking of him as a parent, or perhaps it was familiar with the magic power scent that had nourished it for long; currently, the little one showed boundless trust and closeness only to Kovis.
Leon also had no intention of making the effort to change that; after all, six years later, when it grew to juvenile size, it would make a fine riding companion for Kovis.
He himself harbored no obsession to soar the skies; anyone could be a griffin knight.
Putting down the well-fed furball, Leon looked back at the peacefully sleeping blond young man.
The words at the dinner were genuine; for this comrade who had always helped him earnestly, he wouldn’t forget his rits and certainly wouldn’t let him remain just an attendant forever.
It was just that right now, he had no reward comnsurate with his rits to offer, but that would soon change…
Leaving Kovis’s room, Leon locked the door and thought about the next steps for the army’s developnt as he headed toward Olivia’s room.
Now that he had acquired a large batch of arms, with enough funding later, he could organize an elite formation of fifty to sixty heavy infantry.
And the six in the guard squad each finally got a warhorse, which would allow them to charge into battle alongside him and Kovis in the future.
Now, adding Olivia, Lokhak, Azeryan, and two Platon servant cavalry, excluding any family reinforcents, he temporarily had thirteen heavy cavalry under his command, along with twelve warhorses without tars.
As long as he quickly organized a twenty-five-man elite heavy cavalry unit, in a battlefield like today’s, they would be able to achieve much better casualties; many soldiers would not have died in vain.
This ti he decided not to sell the horses; he had to keep them by all ans.
After all, the ransom from Canis was inevitable.
After the battle, he truly felt the oppressive power and initiative of the cavalry on the battlefield.
Thinking about it, if he had had such a heavy cavalry unit, half the size of the Wolf Territory enemy during the dayti battle, and how he could have commanded them to victory, he quickly reached Olivia’s room door.
Suddenly he heard the sound of water being poured and looked up.
Inside the bedroom, Olivia was rolling up her sleeves, lifting a wooden bucket, and pouring the boiled hot water bucket after bucket into the large bathtub in the room.
“Ah?
Leon.” Olivia turned around, blinking remorsefully, “Sorry, were you in a hurry to rest?
I wanted to bathe as quickly as possible to wash off the bloodstains, so…”
“No worries, no hurry.
But you did remind ,” Leon raised an eyebrow and sniffed his arm.
After the battle, it wasn’t just the faint sll of blood lingering; the sweat under his armor after a day was equally obvious.
“I’ll also go heat so water, find a place to wash,” Leon emphasized with a tone, then turned to walk toward the stairs.
Carrying the scent of blood and sweat, he naturally felt it wouldn’t be proper to embrace his lover for sleep.
But more importantly…
“Wait, where are you going to wash?
There’s no room left in the big house.”
Olivia poked her head out of the room, calling to Leon as he was heading downstairs.
“Why not wait for to finish, and then you can use the room, or better yet, you go first,” she kindly suggested.
“That would delay things; no need for the trouble.
Besides you, there are no won here in Longka.
I, a grown man, can just manage in the main hall downstairs and co back up,” Leon turned back.
“The main hall?!
No, that doesn’t seem quite right…” Olivia suddenly squinted, sensing “danger” by intuition, and stopped her doubts.
“Ah…
hmm!
You naughty man, I know what mischief you’re up to,” her sharp mind sensed the trap, so she hmphed softly and withdrew into her room, no longer entertaining his tactic.
Leon, stepping back from the stairs, reluctantly curled the corner of his mouth.
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