Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 159 The poor also want to be RMB fighters
Mia hummed an unknown song, busy in the luxurious kitchen.While combing her long golden hair, Miss Elf gently stroked the fruits and vegetables on the table, inspiring the natural power in them.

"You should all thank Nora, if there is no divine Nora linking you and me..."

"What are you talking about?" Mia turned around, wanting to take the round tomato.

"Ah, it's just the words of some extreme elves. They think that Nora endows all creatures with the source of existence. Please, isn't that taking away the authority of the God of Origin and Life?"

Misha said casually, as if she had just slipped down from the hammock along the vines, leaning against the cool stone platform and yawning: "By the way, use your water element to moisten it, and the taste of fruits and vegetables will also change." become better."

"The luxury of human beings is really unimaginable. It's no wonder that some elves choose to go out of the forest to integrate into your society... Don't soak for too long, oops, it will explode."

A juicy fruit exploded with a bang, and the bright red juice splashed Mia's lower body.

She let out a soft "ah", and at that moment she really felt that the liquid in the fruit was filled to a critical point.

This subtle feeling reminded her of constructing a spell model. The fruit is like a spell model, and the juice she fills in is like the magic power itself...

She was lost in thought for a moment, until Misha repeatedly reminded her to react. Looking at the large red spot on her cotton white nightgown, she hurriedly wanted to change it.

As a result, before she opened the door, the door was opened first.With two dark circles under his eyes, a half-elf boy with messy hair stood at the door, his voice was a little hoarse:

"Is there any water, and is there anything to eat?"

"Ah, yes, yes." Mia turned around to get the cup, but Cyril grabbed her wrist.

"One more thing, um, that is, Miss Mia, do you have any spare money?"

Cyril stayed up all night, and he was able to prepare for the large-scale ruins by himself.

The difference is that normally he would prepare in the library for ten days and a half a month, but now he is searching for useful knowledge from his own mind.

The disparity in quantity, the urgent time conditions, and the shortage of these hardware made him understand.In fact, he decided to give up at one point. No matter how tricky he was, it seemed that he had no chance of winning.

But when he fell headfirst into the soft water velvet quilt and smelled the faint scent of moonflower grass around him, he suddenly realized something:
The pattern of his thinking seems to be too small?

Open your eyes and take a closer look, Cyril!Take a look at the environment around you, how much wealth does this manor represent?
At first he was worried that Miss Mia's money would be spent soon, but now it seems...

This is where he spent all the money!Even if he went to the top auction house in the capital of Salconan, as long as he didn't buy a manor house, he would probably be able to have a good time in it.

Is he still that hard-working wanderer who has to save money to buy Little Red Potion?Not any more!
Now, anyone who sees him has to say: Sir Knight, Mr. Knight!Can ordinary poor people be knights?They can't be, they can only be ordinary soldiers like cannon fodder, how can they be knights who can raise horses!
Isn't it just money, smash it!Since the combat power is not enough, then spend money to make up for the combat power, if there are not enough people, make up for people, and if the equipment is not enough, make up for equipment!
Isn't that what those RMB fighters do?Going out with a set of shiny gold equipment, if it gets blown up, it's just a heartache.

Today, he can do the same!
So he immediately set out a budget: five to ten Gentry's employment budget, plus three to eight Gentry's armed budget, and nearly twenty Gentry were spent at one time, and he still had to worry about it. But a copy?
Including the reward for completing the task, it was a total of fifteen Gentry, so after all the calculations, the real cost was only five Gentry!

What is there to hesitate about!
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and he stayed up until dawn, guessing that the mage was about to wake up, and planned to adjust his state before borrowing money.

Unexpectedly, Mia was already in the kitchen, bumping into him head-on in this somewhat embarrassing state——

"Is Mr. Wei here, planning how to deal with the next enemy?"

Mia understood, and said simply: "How much is Mr. Nawei planning to spend? Fifty? Or a hundred?"

"Ah?" Cyril blinked, "I want to borrow Gentry, the one I borrowed last time has been paid off, this time it's a new one..."

But Miss Mage tilted her head slightly, showing a puzzled look:
"But I'm talking about Gentry."

……

Silence, silence is the Galen Trier of this morning.

The half-elf boy could clearly feel his face burning hot—what was he busy with in the middle of the night?

This is not your typical pauper fantasy king: ah, His Majesty the King must eat three potatoes and two black bread, no, white bread at every meal!

When I'm king, I'll have six potatoes and four white breads for every meal!
He just stood in front of Miss Mia in such an embarrassing way, like a poor child who ran into the store with a silver terry he had picked up, only to see that the cheapest goods started with gentry, and he was about to be picked up. The elder sister of the clerk asked softly, but was too shy to say a word.

His majesty, his pride, everything about him was stripped away at this moment——

"Ah." Miss Mage lowered her head in thought, her fingers subconsciously twirling her long brown hair hanging on her chest. After a while, she raised her head and said softly:

"Why don't you let me go with Mr. Wei? It just so happens that I also have some things I want. I researched them when I was in the Tower of the North Wind, but I don't have any actual combat occasions. Now I can just buy them... I'll go and exchange them first. clothing."

As she spoke, she quickly walked past Cyril and went straight to the room on the second floor.

I completely forgot that I was still in the kitchen and had unfinished breakfast.

Cyril stood at the door in a daze until Miss Misha inside, with her mouth full of fruit, greeted him vaguely:
"Ah, fellow clan, come and eat, the taste of fruits and vegetables just moistened by water mages is not something you can eat at any time."

He just walked into the kitchen and just picked up a bright red fruit when Miss Misha sighed faintly:

"Nora, spring is here, young life~"

"Hey, what are you talking about." He said dissatisfied.

"Ah, it's nothing, it's just a compliment to Nora." Miss Elf snickered.

And Cyril lowered his head and took a bite of the fruit in his hand, and the rich juice immediately filled his mouth.

So fresh and so sweet.

(End of this chapter)