Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 136 Sheldon Waiting For Someone

Cyril stared at the soldier silently, his hands were as stable as a rock, and even though the torrent was rushing, he would not tremble.The long sword just stopped on the soldier's face, until the sweat from his forehead slid off the sword, along the blade, and fell to the deck.

He suddenly flipped his hand, and slapped the soldier's cheek twice with the cold flat surface of the long sword. The soldier immediately rolled his eyes, his legs went limp, and he fell directly on the deck.

"It's really timid." Cyril glanced at the soldier's stinky appearance and shook his head.

The military style of a place is often related to its lord. The military strength of the Sweeper area is not counted in La Rochelle. What's more, Yael Sweeper is actually the most useless son of the Duke of Sweeper. A hilly territory near the Simmatar Mountains was in his hands like a desert in the west, and nothing decent could be done.

The strength of the garrison in Jerburg is naturally predictable. Although it will not be as bad as the soldier who is in charge of guarding the gate and collecting money for oil and water, overall, it is also at the bottom of the Sweipa area.

"Evans, please go and interrogate, others, go to the city."

Cyril looked towards the mouth of the river entering the city, but unexpectedly no second soldier came forward.Looking up, there was no sign of the garrison on the city wall, which showed how loose the defense of Jerburg was.

He couldn't help being a little curious, could it be that the news of the riots in the Simatar Mountains didn't reach Jelburg at all?
But without giving him much time to think, Evans had already asked enough information from the soldier, and walked over with a dumbfounding expression on his face:

"Adrien. I asked. This man is a fake defender. He is the brother-in-law of a guard. The garrison of Jelburg was called to a meeting early in the morning. I heard it was Jel Swiper I found an instructor for them to teach temporarily in the morning."

"Fake?" Cyril was taken aback, "Then Jerburg didn't charge extra money?"

"It seems that there is such a plan, but it is only three copper Terry per person."

Cyril was stunned, it seems that Yael Swiper would not be that stupid - but then again, if Yaelburg is really so unbearable, then in the previous life, it was estimated that the player would have to regain Yaelburg first.

He looked at the soldier sitting on the deck with a dead face and a little more "respect" in his gaze: Good guy, it's fine to pretend to be a garrison to cheat money, and the price has been doubled ten times. What a dark heart, what courage to do such a thing?

"Throw him in the water, and we'll go into town."

He waved his hand, and the militiamen on the side were already on standby. Hearing what Cyril said, he immediately grabbed the "soldier" and threw him into the Beiling River regardless of his wailing.

Cargo ships passed slowly through the arched city gates and docked at the pier.The refugees from Kate Town rushed off the boat excitedly, cheered and hugged each other the moment they got their feet on the ground, and then started crying loudly one by one, attracting countless attentions from around.

And Cyril and the others directly drove the carriage off the boat, preparing to part ways with the townspeople of Kate Town.

The escort along the way was just following the trend, and Cyril just wanted to get out of here quickly. Whether it was Kate Town or Jerburg, it had nothing to do with him what would happen to the entire hills, or even the entire Sweipa area by the beast tide.

La Rochelle, a place that seems to be favored by the gods, its feng shui seems to have taken a turn for the worse in 1440.

Not to mention the invasion of dark creatures, the invasion of neighboring countries, and the frequent occurrence of civil strife. Just because natural disasters such as animal swarms, droughts, and snowstorms will continue in the next few years, there will be no year where people can breathe peacefully.

A lot of people will die in the future, and he stops here, and it can't relieve the beast tide.

All he can do is move forward.

Thinking of these things, Cyril couldn't help but feel a little heavy again.Sitting in the carriage, he stared blankly at Caroline, who was starting to get angry again, holding a book of basic spell introduction, when suddenly he heard Alina who was sitting at the door of the carriage shouting softly again and again:
"Cyril, Cyril, look, look!"

He regained his senses and looked in the direction Elena pointed, only to see a man in a black cloak sitting at a round table by the side of the road, taking off his mask and drinking hot tea——

"Sheldon?"

Cyril's eyes straightened immediately. This "Shadow Man" had "borrowed" Hemer's travel clothes, escaped from the hands of two masters of the law, and didn't even participate in the battle to defend the Tower of the North Wind.

Cyril originally thought that he should have gone back to do business and stayed away from this area, but he didn't expect to meet him here.

"What is he doing? There won't be fragments of corrupted orbs here." Elina frowned when she saw this wanderer. The other party stole her family heirloom, she still remembered this grudge.

"It looks like she's waiting for someone." Cyril could see the girl's anxiety, her small body was tense, her fingers were on the edge of the chair, and she almost gave an order to rush out, stabbing Sheldon with a sword up.

As he said, he stretched out his hand to pinch Alina's small face, causing her to forcibly turn her gaze away: "Don't keep staring, these wanderers are very smart, if you keep staring, he will find out."

Tracking and anti-tracking, this is a compulsory course for every rogue, and Cyril is of course very familiar with this.He knocked on the wooden board in front, signaling the two drivers to slow down a little, and then glanced irregularly at Sheldon's movements.

Soon he was sure that Sheldon was indeed waiting for someone at this moment—he seemed to be drinking hot tea leisurely, but every few seconds he would look up at the street, his legs were still shaking anxiously, Obviously waiting for someone.

And it was a person with a higher status than him, or in other words, his boss——

Could it be the person who asked him to come to Northern Xinjiang to get the fragments of the corrupted orb?
Thinking in his heart, Cyril knocked on the wall in front of him again:
"Evans, Crane, wait for me at the intersection ahead, and leave in 10 minutes...Miss Misha, please lend me your cloak."

He put on the cloak given by Misha with a puzzled expression, put on the hood, and then slipped out of the car and walked into a shop on the side.Under the cover of the shelf, he looked at the opposite side.

His actions didn't catch Sheldon's attention, and Sheldon didn't keep him waiting too long.The cunning rogue suddenly stood up, and his movements were terrifying.

Cyril immediately cast his eyes on the entire street, but he found the target that might alert Sheldon without him having to search hard——

Because the comer is too powerful.

It was a whole procession, which seemed to be the garrison of Fort Jerome. Everyone was wearing fine armor, and they walked forward in orderly steps.One of the soldiers who looked like a captain shouted slogans loudly and cleaned up his military appearance.

But it was not the garrison that attracted Cyril's attention, but the man who walked before the garrison.

That was obviously a beauty, her skin was creamy, her appearance was outstanding, her snow-white long hair was braided into ponytails, hanging in front of the silver armor.Those beautiful light gray eyes stared calmly ahead, as if they didn't take anything into their eyes.

But this is not the most important-

The most important thing is that her ears are a little bit pointed.

　I can't write anymore, I will update it today.

　　rested.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)