107: Chapter 74: Why Does Azeryan Want to Keep the History of Being a Slave?_3 107: Chapter 74: Why Does Azeryan Want to Keep the History of Being a Slave?_3 Elena intentionally lingered at the back in front of the main corridor door, cautiously looked back, and pointed to the rear of the courtyard outside for her brother and the young man.
Leon understood the hint, recalled the layout of the courtyard, and probably realized she was referring to the secluded corner they had met at yesterday.
He then turned his head and gestured for Lokhak to follow him.
Unable to contain his emotions over the reunion, Lokhak suppressed his excitement and followed his sister’s silhouette as they left the embassy building.
After several turns, avoiding idle onlookers, they arrived behind the statue in the backyard.
Lokhak embraced his tearfully disheveled relatives.
“I’m sorry sister, I’ve arrived too late!” The tall young man cried with tears in his tiger-like eyes, trembling with fear that he was dreaming.
Holding tightly to the only family member he had left, Elena rested her head on her brother’s shoulder, laughing and crying while gently patting his back, “…it’s okay, as long as you’re okay, seeing you alive and well is all that matters to me…”
Without disturbing the sibling’s reunion across the verge of life and death, Leon stood guard next to the statue, watching out for anyone approaching.
Whether they could successfully rescue Miss Elena depended on the news from Azeryan.
Unable to deal with the venomous Magic Curse, he and Lokhak dared not act rashly.
“Sister, listen to me…
I’m now a Knight of Orland!
And I’ve even got a little land!
We’ll find a way to lift that damned curse from your neck and rescue you, and then we can live in Orland together,” Lokhak wiped his eyes, speaking solemnly to his sister.
However, Elena responded with a worried smile, “I beg you, Little Wild Horse, I’m already satisfied just seeing you healthy and alive.
Look, isn’t your sister living well too?
And with these brave friends of yours, how could you do something so risky for me?
That Wizard is almost godlike, terrifying with his abilities, and if he gets angry, you’ll definitely lose your lives!”
Lokhak shook his head, and with total trust in his sister, introduced his companions, “That bastard just knows some witchcraft!
Not even a Demon can match Leon, so what’s that redhead to us, sister, don’t worry, we’ll definitely find a way to rescue you!”
Leon tilted his head, amused and surprised by the boy’s inexplicable confidence.
“Are you a Spellcaster?…
So, the Magic Technique here, did you destroy it?”
A calm young voice reached into Leon’s ears from a very close distance.
Leon, startled, immediately turned around and reflexively reached for the dagger hidden inside his jacket.
However, looking towards the direction of the voice, he saw nothing.
He had been vigilant the whole time and hadn’t noticed anyone approaching, which made him doubt whether he was hearing things.
But Lokhak had evidently heard it too.
The tall youth hastily turned, shielding his sister behind him, his eyes searching for the source of the voice.
Likewise, Lokhak found nothing.
Both were immediately on edge.
But Elena was familiar with this voice she had long known.
“Kovis, is that you?” She quickly called out.
“Don’t be afraid, it’s me.”
As soon as the words fell, a dazzling swirl of light twisted in the air before everyone.
A handsome young man with golden hair and golden eyes materialized out of nowhere.
Kovis smiled at Elena, then those golden eyes shifted back to Leon.
“Did you destroy the Guarding Technique here?” Kovis repeated his question.
His voice carried a slight hint of hope.