239: Chapter 124 Wolf Territory Attack_2 239: Chapter 124 Wolf Territory Attack_2 “Oh, bring it in.”
Leon responded and then stood up, pulling Olivia’s hand to sit at the table, “Don’t be mad, let’s have lunch together.
You just woke up, if it’s not enough, I’ll have someone get more.”
The girl closed her eyes, turned her pretty face away, and sat down still appearing upset, yet the tight grip on his hand revealed the intimacy hidden beneath her slight annoyance.
Kovis, carrying a basket and plates, walked into the house, set the food down, and curiously looked at the girl pretending to be angry and at Leon, who was wearing a face full of appeasement.
The usually sticky sweet couple had a disagreement?
That was rare indeed.
“I’m off to feed the griffin, my lord.”
“Uh-huh, have your meal early too,” Leon instructed.
Kovis nodded and headed upstairs with the basket of raw meat.
Still somewhat sulky, Olivia smelled the aroma of the lunch on the table.
Starving, she secretly swallowed her saliva as her appetite surged, compelling the girl to decide…
to forgive Leon for last night’s…
that naughty, rude act.
Nothing beats eating!
Turning back, Olivia picked up the cutlery without a word, ready to sort out her feelings and eat.
Leon, noticing the uncut thick sausage on the plate, felt mischievously inclined.
He wickedly forked the sausage and teasingly passed it towards Olivia, “Try this, a specialty from Platon’s stores, so delicious.
I can’t eat without it.” Leon smirked shamelessly, deliberately recommending it.
Seeing the somewhat “familiar” form extended towards her mouth, Olivia’s brows instantly knotted into a “川” shape.
The girl almost crushed the wooden handle of her dinner knife in anger.
you big jerk!” the girl turned her head, leaned in, and fiercely grabbed Leon’s cheeks with both hands, one on each side.
She slightly pinched and pulled, making her lover’s face stretch into a comical frog-like shape, rubbing it up and down: “Teasing me in broad daylight…
do you plan to make me unable to eat…sausages anymore?…Darn it!”
Words that were perfectly normal seemed imbued with wicked implications, making Olivia’s face turn crimson as she struggled to even speak the word.
“Ha, ha, ha, my bad…my bad, ouch, that hurts…all right, all right, if you don’t eat it, I will, spare me…
ha, ha, ha, ha…” Leon sputtered unclearly while laughing and apologizing for his poor taste in jokes.
Olivia huffed, let go of his cheeks, and stopped her little punishment of the mischievous guy.
But, glancing at the indeed aromatic sausage, the girl was tempted; she picked it up, her beautiful eyes glaring venomously at Leon, “If you bully me again outside, next time I will…”
“?” Grimacing from the pain, Leon blinked, clueless.
Then he saw Olivia open her lips towards him, flashing her cute little fangs, and suddenly bit into the sausage.
Looking fierce, the girl efficiently bit off the end of the sausage and then puffed her cheeks, chewing vigorously in her mouth.
The threat was effective, evidently making Leon shrink back, chilled to the bone.
He offered a sheepish smirk, put his hands together, about to apologize for getting carried away to his adorable lover…
The scout rider reports!
A large army is advancing towards Longka from the west!!
They are flying the Gunnar Family’s Wolf Banner, nearly a thousand men!
Many knights; our people didn’t dare get close!!”
A soldier outside beat on the door, calling out loudly.
The expressions on Leon and Olivia’s faces instantly dropped the playful look.
The Wolf Family’s main force was at the Mamor Front, where did they muster such a large army?!
Hearing about an invading force four times their size, Leon lost his appetite; he stood up and grabbed his sword, calling sternly to an attendant upstairs, “Kovis!
Come down and armor me!”
…As the scout rider who escaped back to the field relayed the military situation in Longka’s camp, a deep resounding war horn blew within the wooden walls, and messengers calling for reinforcements sped off on their mounts towards the rear.
A massive army marched robustly along the dirt road towards the east.
The lofty Wolf Banner with its fierce emblem fluttered in the wind, exuding a murderous aura.
The urgent sound of horse hooves crossed through the troop, Noble Knights clad in sturdy armor led large numbers of Wolf Family Cavalry up a wild hill.
Lord Canis pulled his restless warhorse to a halt, his eyes fiercely scanning the area between the forest and the river, where a small pass was blocked by a wooden wall.
The elder knight beside the Wolf Family Young Master strained his eyes trying to discern the wooden barrier that obstructed their view, as well as the arrow tower on the high slope behind it, and the blurry outline of a wooden wall encampment at the end of their sight.
“Lord Canis, just as the spy reported, there’s a well-prepared fortification here.
The Farolis people already made preparations,” the elder knight cautiously advised Canis.
“Haven’t you said enough?
Just these simple ‘fences’, if not here, should we go knock our teeth against the high walls of Wacht Castle?
Lord Henkel, have you been resting too long in Wolfenhol over the years, losing the cunning and bravery of the Wolf Pack?” Canis retorted sharply.
Knight Henkel frowned tightly upon hearing this.
“My lord, I only suggest not to attack so hastily.
The enemy’s fortifications look experienced, a rash attack will surely cause big losses.
We should let the craftsmen build battering rams and shield carts and advance slowly.”