Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 173 Nirola Sinai

Nirola Sinai, in Belinda's description, lived on the top floor of the second-floor tower of the manor.She seems to like to be quiet, or her body forces her to be in a quiet environment.

But all in all, such a clear goal saved Cyril a lot of trouble.

He sighed in his heart that Belinda, the baron's daughter, had such an indescribable private life, and at the same time, he walked neatly along the roof to the top floor of the small tower.

The small tower faces the second floor of the main building of the villa across a platform. If Nerola Sinai wanted to, he could open the window and walk from the platform to the big window on the second floor of the main building.

From this point of view, Nirola's freedom is not restricted much——

He made sure that the large windows and curtains in the main building were closed and that no one was watching this side, and he landed gently on the platform.Nerola had only one room on the second floor of the small tower. He had just landed by the window of the room when he smelled a pungent smell of medicine, leaking from the slightly open window, and quickly fanned the wind in front of his nose. .

This is an indescribable, mixed medicinal smell, somewhat fishy, ​​but also mixed with pungent fragrance and sour smell.Although Cyril has often dealt with medicinal materials, it is really difficult for him to identify medicinal materials just by smelling them.

"Pharmacist." Cyril reminded himself not to neglect this point. Of course, pharmacists will not only mix the little red potion and the little blue potion, but also poisons and drugs are included in their synthetic formulas.

If supplemented with traps, many pharmacists would be very powerful in positional warfare, and even many embarrassing traps in the ruins were set by pharmacists.

So Cyril looked up, and after confirming that there were no unnecessary arrangements around the window, he simply opened the window, pushed aside the gauze, and jumped into the room.

The layout of the room is extremely simple and elegant, without any girly decorations.The walls and ceiling were whitewashed, medicine bottles and material boxes were neatly placed on the black wooden table, and there was a large wardrobe against the wall.There was no one on the simple big bed, but there was a small nest raised in the quilt.

Cyril looked at the door that was not fully closed. It was obvious that Nerola just went out, and he just missed it.

He touched the table lightly, looked at the unlabeled long-tube medicine bottles, thought for a while, and simply poured some from them into the empty bottle he carried, and quickly grabbed some from the material box. The main medicinal materials are some slender red petals, either dry or wet, with different degrees of freshness.

He leaned over and took a quick sniff, and it met the stench of the mixed medicine smell.If the potion is made with flowers of this flavor as the main ingredient, then the taste of the potion can be imagined...

what kind of flower is this?

He started to look through the drawers casually, although it is unlikely that the "earthly heart" could be randomly stuffed in such a place, but what if?
However, just as Cyril was about to start moving, the pointed ears under the hood suddenly trembled, and the sound of light footsteps came into his ears, and at the same time, a conversation between a man and a woman sounded:
"Nirola, why did you come out so late?" It was a middle-aged man's voice, full of majesty.

"I heard a strange voice, I want to come out and have a look..." A very intellectual and gentle female voice sounded, and it must be the Nirola that the other party was talking about.

Cyril guessed that the two parties in the conversation were the baron and Nirola, but the footsteps of the two were getting closer and closer, and they reached the door in a blink of an eye.With his current position, it is obviously impossible to go back out of the window immediately.

He simply jumped up, shrunk down, and lay on top of the wardrobe.Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open with a "creak".

He leaned on the top of the closet and looked down, the first thing he saw was a pair of black leather boots, the toes were large, and they belonged to the baron:
"Take the medicine on time. I think you should know how unstable your state is. I'm busy recently. If you have anything to do, please tell me in time."

"Yes, I understand, my lord father."

The door was pushed open again, and Cyril narrowed his eyes slightly, and what he saw was a pair of flannel pink slippers, which looked so dazzling in this black and white room.Stepping on it is a pair of white bare feet, and the legs are covered by a long white skirt. The part that Cyril can see further up is the somewhat slender, exposed shoulders, which are as straight as a head. Black Waterfall's long hair.

Long, straight black hair, completely different in color and texture from Belinda's curly brown hair.

He watched the slender and tall figure walking slowly and pulling on the slippers, walking to the table, he seemed to hesitate a little when picking out a tube of potion, then he opened the lid and drank it down in one gulp.

"Father, I'll rest first."

There was no emotion in her voice, and the baron who stayed at the door did not respond, but just closed the door, and the footsteps of leather boots disappeared into the distance.

Great, it's time for you to go back to bed and rest.

He watched Nirola's movements closely, but saw that she stood in front of the table for a moment, then she did not go to her bed, but went to the window, closed the window slowly, closed the screen window, tied the ribbon tie up...

Cyril felt his heart beat faster inexplicably. There seemed to be no problem with all these actions, but he always felt uneasy.

And the next second, he realized that he was right to be uneasy.Nerola's voice sounded faintly at this time, but it no longer regained the intellectual and gentleness before, but was a little weird and distorted——

"I know, I know..."

"You're in my room, right?"

Cyril almost stopped his already suppressed extremely weak breathing, he forced himself not to make any response, and immediately began to recall in his heart where he showed his flaws——

Is it because the position of the screen window was not fully restored when entering the window?Or did the reagents on the table not return to their original positions?He didn't leave footprints on the ground either?
Thoughts frantically surged in his mind, but a rational voice told him repeatedly: If he was not caught in hide-and-seek, he was not found. This made him keep a motionless posture and continue to stick to the closet.

But Nerola didn't care about the psychology of this hider at all, and slowly sat down on the side of the bed, bending her legs and hugging her knees.

She lowered her head, put her cheeks on her knees, and her long hair hung down on the bed, like a pond formed by a waterfall.

"What are you here for?"

"Did you come from outside? Did you come to play with me? Or, do you also want to taste the taste of this medicine? Father said that other people can't drink this medicine casually."

She was talking to herself, and the end of each sentence had a pleasant upswing, but every stroke was like a knife, piercing Cyril's body——

"You, why don't you talk?"

The voice suddenly stopped, and a rustling sound came.The angle is not good, and Cyril can't directly see what Nerola is doing——

"Why don't you look up?"

The voice sounded again, and he was slightly taken aback—although Nerola's previous words seemed to indicate that she knew he was in the room, but this sentence exposed that she didn't actually know where Cyril was.

Looked up?Where does she think I am?Under the bed?in the closet?
Cyril continued to hold his breath without moving.But then he felt goosebumps crawling all over his body, and the clothes on his back were soaked in cold sweat——

At some point, he actually saw Nirola.She was lying on her side on the side of the bed, with one hand propping her side cheek, facing the direction of the closet, and her eyes were facing him.

"Mr. Mask on the Wardrobe, why don't you talk?"

At the bottom of those black eyes, there were little red threads.

(End of this chapter)