Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 126 Have you got the script, Evans!

Evans looked at the half-elf knight beside him and was vigilant about his surroundings as he advanced. He couldn't get hooked on the "new knight" he described himself. Thinking about his posture of picking up the spoils neatly, even he mixed with the adventure group At that time, the guy who was so stingy that he wanted to grind the bones of monsters into powder and pack them was not as beautiful as him.

If he was given a storage container with enough space, even the female worm would have to be dissected by him and stuffed into the bracelet to take away.

"Adrien, I really want to wonder what your origin is."

He finally couldn't help but ask, if the half-elf boy in the Tower of the North Wind is just an ordinary swordsman, then Cyril at this moment seems to be a seasoned adventurer, and he is completely unable to form a heart in Evans' heart. clear image.

It was as if he was standing in the mist just now, and he was clearly beside Evans, but Evans felt that he couldn't figure out his position at all.

Cyril paused for a moment, then calmly replied: "Is it important?"

"Isn't it important?"

"Is it important?"

"...It doesn't seem to be very important." Evans sighed, "I was the one who was abrupt."

He paused for a while, and then continued: "After all, even that Captain Christine has never doubted you, and La Rochelle is famous for the talent identification ability of Captain Christine—but I am still very curious. .”

"Could it be that you are actually a purebred elf who has lived for hundreds of years? Or is it a generation of high-level civilizations, or even the people of the gods who were directly reincarnated, or are you from the future? "

Hearing this, Cyril felt cold sweat streaming down his back, his face twitched and he turned his face away. He was trying to find a random topic to fool him, but Evans suddenly groaned:
"—Sure enough, you are more suitable for the title of Danya's will in the world, hahaha, I'm just kidding!"

Amidst his hearty laughter, Cyril silently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Damn it, he almost thought that Evans got some strange script somewhere, and saw through his truth at a glance-after all, to a certain extent, he can indeed be regarded as coming from the future, but it is just the future of another world .

In fact, since arriving at the Tower of the North Wind, Cyril has been struggling with how to cover up his ability to "foresee the future".Caroline is a little girl, so it's okay if she doesn't understand anything, but he can feel that Mia, Alina, and Evans are more or less suspicious of him.

It's just that Mia doesn't seem to care. She is like her special attribute "water", quietly contained in the cup, and will surround you when you need it, but usually won't make waves.

As for Elena, Cyril really had a hard time guessing what the girl thought of him.She has something to cover up, but she doesn't want to think about other things, she seems to want to simply maintain the status quo - work hard, get a generous salary that far exceeds her workload, and feel a little ashamed and a little happy .

The one who really doubted Cyril was Qing Evans—this rebellious young master of a high-ranking official family had a wealth of adventure experience, and he was only a temporary companion at the moment, not tied to his own car.

Cyril thought to himself that he may have shown too much in front of Evans, not to mention why those big events in the Tower of the North Wind were linked to him as a little knight, but to say that this foretelling of the beast tide and the impact on Sandor Corey's understanding, as well as stealth, poisoning, and swordsmanship that do not conform to knightly behavior——

If he's a 30-, 40-year-old Cavalier, it all seems to explain it.

But he is only 15 years old!Aristocratic boys of the same age are still showing off their swords in the academy, and riding a pure-blooded BMW at home whistling to the girls, but he already has so many things that are far beyond what his peers should have.

I have to say that he himself felt a little too much.

Cyril frowned slightly, and for a moment even had the idea of ​​directly stabbing Evans, after all, dead people can't speak - of course, this was just a joke.

However, Evans' words gave him a lot of inspiration. Before doing unimaginable things, some pretense is needed, and he is not completely clueless in this regard.

For example, in the land of nature, there is a prophet called "Starry Brightness" who lives in seclusion in the black forest of Amasir.As long as he has a little contact, he can use it as a cover for his "omnipotence".

How about ordering a song "Armor of the Almighty God" and giving it to the half-elf knight Cyril Adrian who will set off the storm of Amathir——

The two went faster and came back faster, and the back and forth plus the battle actually did not exceed an hour.The two quickly approached the woods where they came, but they frowned almost at the same time:

"Did you hear that? Adrian." Qing glanced at the dark woods suspiciously, and then drew out her long sword.

Cyril nodded cautiously. He has the ability to listen to the wind, so he can naturally hear the situation in the woods clearly——

There is a dispute going on inside.On one side were Alina and Kelan, who were working hard to maintain the carriage, while on the other side were several men, who seemed to be asking the people in the carriage to come down for inspection.

"We speed up."

The first thing Cyril thought of was that rumors about the "Beast Blood Cult" and Misha had spread from Judea Pass to the hilly area, and that was the only way that Elena and the others would be so strict about the carriage.

The two got into the woods one after the other, Cyril rushed forward at full speed, and the conversation became louder and louder:
"Hey, human boys, when Grandpa and I were mining in the Maitland Mountains, you were still throwing cow dung for fun. Don't be an eyesore in front of me, get out!"

"Dwarves? You can say whatever you want now, when we find out about the Beast Blood Cult..."

Before the voice finished speaking, he suddenly heard the rustling of the bushes around him.The soldier turned sideways almost immediately, facing the jungle in a posture of defending against the enemy, but the figure that jumped out of the forest was too fast, wrapped in a huge force, and hit his elbow with a bang Chest——

The soldier let out a muffled grunt, and was thrown directly to the ground. The soft armor on his body seemed to have no effect at all.But before he had time to react, a bright silver sword light flashed across his cheek and nailed to the ground.

"I said, you answer."

A young and excessive voice, which sounds absolutely not disgusting, asked coldly.The soldier could barely see the appearance of the assailant—the unruly short gray-brown hair, a pair of eye-catching long pointed ears, and the handsome, elf-like face that made it difficult to distinguish between men and women. face.

His figure is bathed in the moonlight, like an elf girl emerging from the mist, or a unicorn with holy light walking out of the darkness, full of temptation and mystery.

The soldier even ignored the boots that were stepping on his chest, and the bursts of pain in his chest, only heard his Adam's apple rolled, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Then he said in a bewildered way:
"Yes, I will obey your orders."

(End of this chapter)