Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 16

The swordsmen and giant shield warriors shared the body of the ice-skinned blue-striped bear, the guardrails and tents of the camp, and moved forward in an orderly manner in the dark forest.The people in the front line held up torches and oil lamps to illuminate the way forward for the latter.

Although the strength is indeed not outstanding, in the eyes of Cyril, the performance of these people is quite remarkable - at least the discipline is impeccable.

Of course, this has something to do with the fact that the Tower of the North Wind is very rich and has enough money to support a garrison soldier.However, the way of doing things is determined by the lord of this resident - in the general fiefdom, it is the lord, and in the Tower of the North Wind, it is the owner of the Tower of the North Wind.

See the big from the small, but the bottom group of soldiers can have such an order, the strength of the North Wind Tower can be imagined.

When Cyril and Caroline entered the forest, they still had to be wary of those monsters, but now those monsters saw the team of more than ten people and wanted to detour instead.With less time for detection and avoidance, the forward speed has almost doubled.

And the four-ring mage Mom Morris, who Cyril had been staring at, didn't have any more movements, except that he often beat and scolded the soldiers and seemed extremely anxious-even the giant shield warrior Toss couldn't stand it, and went to Cyril Side respectfully said:

"Master Cavaliers, can you persuade Morris... Sir, the brothers have done nothing wrong. Although they dare not disobey, but they are scolded all the time, and I feel...or you can tell us what we did wrong. , we can correct it."

"You didn't do anything wrong." Cyril replied, "But your actions may not be in line with Mr. Morris's temper. This is the first time you are serving as a mage's guard?"

"Yeah, I used to be in Alderney, and I was transferred to the Tower of the North Wind with the team three years ago. Except for seeing the mage once when I went to the Tower of the North Wind, we never saw those mages at all other times. "Toss sighed, "It was fine when I came here, but why did it end like this on the way back..."

Unexpectedly, this giant shield warrior who looks carefree is actually quite delicate.Cyril couldn't help but look at him more, then smiled and said:

"Then you have to remember that mages are mostly eccentric guys, and the stronger they are, the more so they are. They are amiable one second, and may be furious the next second."

He complained casually, and Toss couldn't hear anything strange if he made up nonsense.Fooling NPCs is a word he learned at the earliest stage of the game, and this ability even saved him a lot of money for medicine.

The giant shield warrior just nodded, regardless of whether he understood or not, he took it for granted anyway—in their eyes, this Mr. Knight, who saved the entire team, was much easier to get along with than those four-ring mages.

How can a person who recites a mantra understand our real romance!

But the audience wasn't just a few fighters.As the only girl in the team, Mia Christian, who had been talking with Caroline, was also not far from Cyril. At this moment, she finally couldn't bear it anymore, and took two steps forward and said:

"Mr. Wei, please don't say that about my mentor. Mr. Morris has always been very gentle, and he is very serious about my guidance."

"Oh? Then what do you think caused your beloved and gentle mentor, Mr. Morris, to become so irritable?"

Cyril turned his head and looked at Mia with great interest who was boldly speaking for his mentor.The girl pinched the long hair that fell to her chest with her fingers, and bit her lips:

"Well... I think Mr. Morris is blaming himself for his wrong decision that caused us to be attacked by the undead..."

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally Cyril could hardly hear what she was saying, and she couldn't even convince herself of this reason.

Cyril couldn't help laughing, the girl in front of her seemed to be just a rich and ignorant kid from a rich family. As a weak mage apprentice, she dared to walk around with a staff of one hundred gentry in her hand , Cyril really didn't know who gave her the courage.

He has to admit that he does have some bad tastes, such as inadvertently letting ignorant girls know some cruel truths.

He adjusted the position of the shield behind him that was in the way but could not be discarded, so that his back could be more comfortable, then he crossed his arms and said leisurely:

"Why don't we discuss it from another angle, Miss Christian."

"You can just call me Mia." Mia suddenly became nervous, pinching the five fingers of the staff too hard, protruding the knuckles.

"Okay, then Miss Mia." Cyril said in as relaxed a tone as possible, "I want to ask you about spells—"

"Spells? Mr. Naville should go to discuss with Mr. Morris. He is my mentor. I am just an apprentice who has just started, no, I haven't even started..." Mia panicked, as if in her opinion Siri It was a sign of her breach of duty that she bypassed her mentor to discuss these things with her.

But Cyril did not continue to talk to her, but reached out and patted Caroline's shoulder: "Listen carefully, Caroline, this may be your future direction."

"Is Mr. Yawei talking about magic?" Caroline blinked, and licked her lips from time to time with the tip of her tongue, which seemed to be stained with bear oil. "Is the magic powerful?"

"Of course, the spell is powerful."

"Is Mr. Bivi more powerful?"

"I think so." Cyril squinted his eyes, rubbed Caroline's messy hair twice, and then said to Mia, "It's useless to say so much, why don't you ask Sister Mia to help me?" How about you demonstrate?"

"Ah, Mr. Wei, I can't do it..." Mia almost refused without thinking, but Cyril's suddenly sharp eyes were like a sharp sword against her neck, which shocked her. She, and then Cyril persuaded in a gentle tone completely different from his eyes:

"Miss Mia, I'm just an ordinary knight and I don't know anything about spells. You won't cruelly reject a little girl's desire for spells, right?"

He stared at Mia, saw the girl hesitantly and slowly raised the staff, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hold down the abyssal crystal staff worth one hundred gentries: "It's just a simple little spell, no magic is needed. Staff."

"Oh, oh, okay." She hastily retracted her staff, then freed up a clean white hand, and drew a circle somewhat jerky: "The water flow converges——"

She chanted with her eyes slightly closed, with a trace of embarrassment on her gentle face, she was too aware of how much she weighed, and if she hadn't been so anxious about the actual use of mana, the instructor would not have brought her out for the assessment.

But in the next second, she opened her eyes in amazement, looking at the crystal clear liquid flowing out of her palm, like raindrops streaking across leaves.

And Caroline clapped her hands, looking at the "magic" sister Mia with admiration in her eyes, and she almost said "change one more".

"This, Mr. Wei, I—" She looked at Cyril incoherently, wanting an explanation—it was clearly the same spell as when cleaning the shield, but the level of casting was completely different.

However, Cyril just waved his hand, and strode forward to talk with other soldiers, which caused bursts of laughter.

Only the clear water flowed from the girl's fingertips, standing there, dazed.

After two days, when the dense pine needles above the head began to thin out, Cyril knew that they were about to walk out of the pine forest.

And the Tower of the North Wind is just ahead.

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