Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 162 Employment Object, Griffin Rider

Tavern.

In some games it is a place to recruit heroes.This is of course because there are indeed many talents living here.

However, in "Road to Glory", it is obviously too outrageous to recruit talents from the mage department in this kind of tavern. Those guys wearing robes are almost insulated from words such as wanted criminals, unless they have been glanced at by demons Bad luck—of course, such a person cannot be recruited.

Therefore, although Cyril does know that there are enough outstanding talents hidden in the taverns of certain cities, but it is either an internal affairs department or a melee profession. It is absolutely impossible to recruit a Somlara with a talent of chain lightning here. .

Of course, the city of Gallentria had no characters that caught his eye in 1440, so this time, it was just to pick a few outstanding thugs.

When he entered the tavern, he also put on a cloak, mask and cloak hat, so that his pointed ears and handsome face could not be seen.However, the figures of the two of them may seem too young, so that people soon surrounded them:

"Little devil, little devil, do you want some?" A guy with thick eyeballs in the corners of his eyes and a drool that couldn't close his mouth stopped in front of the two of them, shaking his hand, holding a tube filled with dust : "Just a little, just a little, how about it?"

"No need, I'm in a hurry." Cyril took Lamia's arm and pulled her aside, walked straight into the tavern, and at the same time whispered to the girl's side cheek: "Don't touch that Things, will lose their minds."

Mia nodded again and again, letting Cyril lead her to the counter, but saw Cyril took out a Gentry and slapped it on the table, and said in a low voice, "Here comes the wine."

"Wine? What kind of wine do you want?" The bartender standing behind the counter didn't seem to be human. He had a pair of vertical pupils in his eyes and a long neck, very similar to a lizard man.

"Fierce wine." Cyril stretched out his hand to Mia, who immediately understood, took out five or six gold coins from his arms, and secretly stuffed them into Cyril's hands, and then Cyril took another shot to the table.

"That's all?" the bartender asked with his eyes lit up.

"Can you have more fierce ones here?" Cyril asked suspiciously, and then took two more Gentry, "Enough."

"Wait a minute, I'll go in and ask."

The bartender picked up Gentry with satisfaction, and was about to walk in, but Cyril held down his hand all of a sudden.He was slightly panicked, and subconsciously stretched his other hand under the table, but the person in front of him stuffed a round object into his finger, patted it lightly, and then let go.

He froze for a moment, then nodded vigorously to Cyril, put the Gentry stuffed between his fingers into the pocket of his jacket, and then hurried into the back room.

"Mr. Wei, what is this?" Mia saw all this clearly, and Cyril replied softly: "If spending more money can make people work more attentively, then it's worth it."

Mia nodded slightly, then quietly observed her surroundings:
People in the place near the door didn't seem to like the excitement, they were all sitting alone, with the dirty yellow wine in front of them, drinking alone.Two steps inside is the big wine table, people gather around the table, drinking heavily, the topics are mainly bragging and bragging, few words are true.

And in the corner of the tavern, there seemed to be curtains one after another, and a slim figure could be vaguely seen twisting up and down inside.Mia was a little curious, and was about to look more, but saw a curtain was torn off suddenly, revealing two overlapping figures, staggering——

Then a hand covered her eyes in front of the mask: "Don't look."

She vaguely guessed what was there, blushed, and said nothing.At this moment, the bartender's footsteps came again, and the bartender who had just left returned to the counter and nodded to Cyril:
"Your Excellency, someone is willing to take your order, but we need to discuss it in detail."

"Is it strong?"

"I think so." The bartender said cautiously, and then led the way for Cyril.

They walked through a long and narrow passage, with separate rooms on the left and right, and soon stopped in front of a door. The bartender opened the door and stepped aside.

Cyril glanced at it, and saw a person sitting at the table inside with a cigarette pipe in his mouth, puffing away.

"only one person?"

"Yes." The bartender replied again.Cyril wanted to say more, but the person inside shouted first:

"That's right, come in."

So Cyril walked into the door, and he began to look at each other.If the other party didn't cover up his appearance, then this should be his true face——

He has a mess of white hair hanging from the corners of his eyes, and he is smoking a cigarette.His cheeks are a bit haggard, and his age should be around 50 to [-] years old. Judging from his physique and strength, it seems that there is no chance.

"Aren't you from La Rochelle?"

"No." The other party replied simply, "Where do you think I am?"

Cyril looked at the other party's somewhat square face, cloudy brown eyes, and the naturally curly white hair, and guessed casually: "I guess you are from the Kingdom of Palannia."

Located north of Amasir and east of the northern border of La Rochelle, the Kingdom of Palania—if you remember well, it is the place where Her Royal Highness is suspected to be married. The country of the old prince.

"Oh? You guessed pretty well." The man snorted, stretched out a hand, and handed Cyril a cigarette: "One?"

And Cyril stared at his hand, and replied after a moment: "Are you a Griffin Knight?"

"It was. But that doesn't matter."

The man put the cigarette back, poured all the contents into his own pipe, and started puffing again.

Cyril was silent for a moment: "I plan to hire you, from Gallentria to Solconan, ten Gentry, what do you want?"

"Ten?"

"Small?"

"Enough, let's go now?"

"Why don't you introduce yourself?" Cyril smiled, "Cyril Adrian."

"Cerces Tomson." The man said, reaching out to shake hands with Cyril, and Cyril immediately saw the rough touch on the edge of his palm.

Cerses let go of his hand, let out a long breath of smoke, stood up, took out a long, coffin-like box from under the seat next to him, and carried it on his back.

"Where am I waiting for you?"

"At three o'clock in the afternoon, at the gate of the southern city of Gallentria." Cyril said succinctly, but he heard "Oh" from the other party, carrying the long box on his back, bowing his waist slightly, and walked out the door first.

"Mr. Wei, hire him...is he very strong?"

"I think so, hiring him may be better than hiring a small mercenary group—"

He looked at the other party's pace without delay, and regretted:
"Unfortunately, as a griffin rider, his bird is not there."

(End of this chapter)