317: Chapter 155 Golden Lion and Luoyuan_2 317: Chapter 155 Golden Lion and Luoyuan_2 “You said Olivia?” The stall owner’s daughter turned her head, looking at the pretty maid from the Lord’s House before her, and thought it was normal that the maid, presumably hired from outside the area and having been in Selva for less than a month, didn’t know Olivia’s “reputation.”
“Don’t underestimate her, you don’t know, Olivia may be small, but she is our village’s gold…
cough cough, she can fight, even better than the men, she’s really powerful!” The stall owner’s daughter boasted proudly, having grown up watching Olivia teach the local troublemakers a lesson time and again, she admired her friend greatly.
Hearing this, curiosity grew in Treya’s heart like wild grass.
As the daughter of a Knight, she knew very well that being able to fight…wasn’t the same as being able to battle in a war.
Amid her doubts, Treya carried two large baskets of vegetables back to the Lord’s mansion, handed the ingredients over to the cook Milaya and the little servants in the kitchen, and then found Elena, the steward of the domain.
“Elena, I would like to wander around Selva.
Could I have the afternoon off today?” Treya asked.
“Of course, we have plenty of hands and it’s not busy at home, but do be careful, a lot of the men have returned to the village, and they don’t know your identity yet.
Remember to mention Mr.
Leon’s name, and be careful not to get entangled with anyone.”
Elena didn’t refuse, but considering the new subjects from the west, she didn’t forget to remind her, “Also, just wander nearby, don’t go to the refugee camps outside the village, people there might not be familiar with the Lord’s name yet, I’m worried if you encounter some crude thugs who can’t see reason, they might trouble you.”
Unlike several noble ladies, Elena was of the citizen class, used to seeing thugs in the dark corners of streets and alleys since childhood, and had heard about cases of noble girls disappearing because they were alone.
She knew that no matter how prominent one’s status was, a weak woman should never expect a mere title to scare off a foolhardy thug set on violence.
This world is full of people, so ignorant that one might doubt the construction of their brains, thinking without logic or rationality, many irrational thugs act without considering the consequences of their actions.
Even in a large city like Rolannar Holy Land City, it was the same, let alone a bunch of rootless refugees.
“Mm, I’m just wandering nearby, I won’t go too far, besides, I’m carrying something for self-defense,” Treya patted the dagger at her waist.
After bidding goodbye to Elena, she left the house and didn’t go anywhere else but followed the direction of the Lord’s Guard she had seen earlier, all the way to the edge of the village.
From a distance, Treya could see the shepherd’s flock not far from the pasture, and the silhouetted backs of Knight Lokhak and the Lord’s Guard, standing in a neat line on the field.
But Treya didn’t see Olivia.
Not until she wandered over and went to the side did she finally see the golden-haired girl obscured by the tall figures of the warriors.
The girl held a training Long Spear, shifting and posing with clean movements, as if she were demonstrating something while seemingly also discussing it with the group of warriors.
And those formidable Heavy Armor Warriors were listening to the girl’s instructions like docile students.
From time to time, someone would even half-raise their hand, seemingly questioning Miss Olivia.
Astonished, as Treya noted their attitudes to each other, she felt baffled.
This was the opposite of what she’d expected.
She had thought, based on what the stall owner’s daughter had said, that even if the golden-haired girl had a talent for fighting, she was probably just learning Martial Arts from those professional warriors…
However, the scene before her seemed more delicate girl was instructing the warriors?
Could it be that everyone was just humoring her because of her status, playing along in her folly?
That couldn’t be, after all, even the towering Sir Lokhak was taking instructions from the golden-haired girl.
Quickly, what followed from Olivia’s performance once again renewed Treya’s understanding.
A Guard Soldier stepped forward, with a Long Spear in his hands he struck out with a loud yell, charging at the golden-haired girl.
The fierce pose he put out didn’t seem to care at all about harming the girl; the blunt end of the spear thrust straight toward the front of Olivia.
Treya saw it clearly and couldn’t help but cover her lips.
Miss Olivia was not fully armored like the Guard Soldiers; the slender girl had not worn any Armor.
But in the next second, the golden-haired girl simply changed her stance, swiftly stepping close with a shake of the Long Spear, parrying the attack while counter-striking, her spear’s head poking just an inch beneath the Guard’s neck guard.
With a solid thud, the big man was struck by the spear’s head and was forced to recoil, his heavy body stumbling backward two steps.
Treya’s eyes widened.
One after another, Long Spears clacked across the field.
Continuously correcting everyone’s techniques and answering their questions, Olivia stood with her Long Spear in hand, couldn’t help but feel touched.
Having followed the teaching process suggested by Leon, she was getting increasingly adept at imparting Martial Arts.
Pavel, you sparring with the three new members will help them get familiar with the basics of techniques.
Dadaniel, you might try out the technique I just demonstrated.
Brunnan, correct errors of habit…”
After laying out the plan in what might have been taken as a jocular tone from Leon, the so-called “disciples” of the Olivia School began their free practice.
The golden-haired girl, who had taken on a somewhat authoritative air, relaxed her expression and turned her head toward the chestnut-haired girl with braided pigtails under a nearby tree, gazing their way.
Olivia had met this sister, two years her senior, just yesterday and still remembered her name.
Planting her Long Spear’s shaft in the muddy ground, she waved and greeted, “Good afternoon, Miss Treya.”
Upon hearing the greeting, Treya came out of her amazement at the incredible Martial Arts she had witnessed and approached from the shade of the tree.
“Good afternoon, greetings to you, Miss Olivia.
I apologize for the intrusion.
It was mere curiosity that made me stop to watch,” Treya said with a curtsy, stepping back and lifting her skirt.
Olivia was momentarily taken aback, and quickly gestured with her hands, “Relax, there’s no need for you to curtsy to me; I’m no noble, just a country girl.”
Upon hearing this, Treya maintained her respectful demeanor, “Even if you’re not a noble now, surely you will become Mr.
Leon’s wife in the future.
As a servant of the Pendragon Family, I must not be disrespectful to the future lady of the house.”
Olivia felt a sweet flutter in her heart and a blush graced her cheeks.
Why did it seem upon her return…
as if everyone in the village knew about her and Leon?
Even this new friend who had just settled in Selva knew all about it.
Who had spread the news?
Inside Selva, a certain Little Lina who preferred to remain anonymous rubbed her nose.
Regardless, you’re both a guest and a friend, so please, feel more at ease.
I’m really not accustomed to such formality.”
Olivia covered her shyness with a fake cough and quickly raised her hand, pointing her finger to change the subject, “Miss Treya, you’ve been watching for quite a while.
Do you have an interest in learning Martial Arts?”
She had meant to say, as a delicate woman…
Yet looking at the golden-haired girl, who was even half a head shorter than she was,
A sudden longing for that most direct power surged in Treya’s heart.
If only she had had this girl’s Martial Arts back then, her father…
Tears welled up inexplicably, and Treya’s expression remained unchanged.
She suppressed her sorrow and forcibly swallowed the painful memories.
Being saved was a stroke of luck from fate, but how long could this fortune last?
Now, aside from this body at others’ mercy, she possessed no other skills.
Kind Lord Larian would eventually leave.
And compassionate Mr.
Leon was not a deity who could protect everyone forever.
Living at others’ mercy, if a disaster like the past were to strike again, could she and her companions be playthings for thugs once more, and could they encounter such fortune as they had today again?
…She didn’t want to be a Luoyuan drowning in the water anymore.
“Could I learn Martial Arts too?”
The chestnut-haired girl asked expectantly, “Can I become as skilled as you, Miss Olivia?”