146: Chapter 90 The Disappearance of Villania 146: Chapter 90 The Disappearance of Villania As dawn was breaking and after freshening up in the bedroom, Leon, who hadn’t done so in a long while, picked up a copper mirror and combed his hair.
The original owner of this body already had fairly long hair, which having gone uncut for over two months, had now grown even longer.
Currently, there wasn’t anyone in the mansion specialized in hair styling, so he planned to find time to cut it short, which would also make wearing helmets more convenient.
As he casually stroked his hair in front of the mirror, Leon noticed that what used to be about two centimeters of black at the roots seemed to have grown longer?
Could it be that eventually his hair would turn from its original brown to black?
He didn’t really think it was some sort of illness…
Next time, he would ask Miss Lora about it.
With that thought in mind, Leon got up and left the room.
Seeing Kovis, who seemed to have been quietly waiting outside the door for a while, he took him downstairs to the back yard of the house.
He asked Little Lina, who held one of the keys, to unlock the heavy iron padlock on the storage door.
Pushing the door open, they saw the military supplies inside neatly arranged, filling the space.
After a month and more of detailed care from the household’s young servants, even the storeroom had been cleaned up and was exceptionally neat.
The original windows had been sealed shut with thick wooden planks, nailed tightly to prevent theft.
Directly across from the storeroom door, about a dozen Armors were polished to a shine and stacked on mats, with some incomplete Armor parts laid out in the corners.
Two Cavalry Kite Shields and some Round Shields were hung on the wall like decorative displays, with several Urian Battle Bows alongside them.
On the wall to the left, a Long-handled Halberd that was extra leaned against the front, followed closely by more than a dozen glinting Cavalry Speers.
On the right side of the storeroom, over twenty sheathed long swords and Armed Swords were placed on what used to be the carpenter’s tool rack, with ten Urian Long Knives displayed around the rack.
The array of military equipment made Leon’s heart swell with a hoarder’s satisfaction.
Leon walked to the right side, casually picked up a sword, and drew it from its sheath to see a thin film of oil on the blade—clearly, it had recently been maintained.
He examined several more swords and knives, finding them all in the same condition.
This was no surprise; he had indeed entrusted Brian the Blacksmith and Olivia with the task of quickly teaching the household servants to maintain the Armors and swords before he had left on his journey.
Reality wasn’t like a game where you could leave equipment unused without care.
Unvarnished Armor and the cutting edges of various weapons needed regular rust-preventive treatment.
Olivia’s meticulous accounts showed that quite a sum had been spent on oils and pastes from the town.
Leon sifted through the swords and, from the Knight Attendants’ Swords at Kantadar, chose one with the best appearance, balance, and feel, turning to present it to his first Knight Attendant.
“This one’s not bad, of course, it can’t compare to your original Rune Sword.
I hope you won’t disdain it,” Leon smirked.
“How could I?” The blond youth solemnly accepted the Sword: “I will treat it as my own life.”
“Ah, no need to be so formal; I’ll get you a better one when I have the funds,” Leon responded.
Leon recalled how Kovis had used Object Control Magic.
It was somewhat regrettable that Kovis’ Magic Sword had been blasted to who knows where during the fight and it was likely irreparably damaged even if they did find it.
As the blond youth said, his Object Manipulation Magic typically had a limited control range, and once the object extended beyond his own Magic Power’s few meters, the object would escape his control.
Only with Magic Items that were engraved with specific Magic Techniques and inherently carried a Magic Chain, could he extend the range, weight, and even precision of his manipulation magic.
Leon guessed it might be similar to the Rune Crossbow Arrow he had once found.
While such small magic wasn’t a major threat to a powerful mage like Atiyas, against the average enemy, Object Control Magic was as good as the Sword Control Technique in Xianxia novels.
Even if it was nowhere near the power of the Immortal Technique that could behead someone from miles away.
Yet within a visual range of tens of meters, controlling a Flying Sword could be terrifying enough to the average person.
Unfortunately, without that Rune Sword, Kovis now could only cast traditionally, and he certainly couldn’t control a sword.
Without specialized Magic Items or a Magic Wand, he couldn’t manipulate very heavy objects, only small things like daggers, darts, and stones.
But if it came to a sneak attack, perhaps for mortals, the unnoticeable and hard-to-defend small objects could be even deadlier than a Rune Flying Sword.
Leon couldn’t help but imagine how Kovis, with a thin needle controlled by Invisibility Magic, could slip it through an enemy’s helmet visor into their eyeball…
And the thought of Kovis’ Invisibility Magic made one shiver despite the warmth.
Leon thankfully patted the shoulder of his younger brother standing before him.
Fortunately, not only was he a reliable partner, but he was now his loyal Guard.
If Olivia was his trump card against armies, then the young man before him was his trump card against individuals.
Although Kovis lacked the extraordinary Martial Arts to dominate enemies like Olivia, and couldn’t even beat Leon himself in close combat at present,
if ever it came to secretly dealing with an enemy that had to be dispatched, Kovis’ skills would be extremely useful…
Putting those thoughts aside, Leon led Kovis back to the heap of Armors, searching for one that fit.
The blond youth was much more slender and delicate compared to Leon himself and Azeryan and Lokhak.