Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 176 Meeting the Baron Sinai
In the early morning of the next day, Cyril and others walked into Baron Sinai's manor.

Considering the potential danger of Bandis and the compatibility of identities, Cyril only brought Evans and Heloise with him this time.

Temunsen's combat strength was all on his Destroyer Spear, and he couldn't fight encounters, and he wasn't suitable to play on such occasions, and his status as a dwarf was not suitable. The rest of Elena, Mia, Caroline and Misha, let them follow here, it is better to let them go to the mountains to have fun and see the scenery.

Cyril was still a little worried about whether Heloise would do something unnecessary after what happened last night.But fortunately, what I saw early in the morning was as usual. The half-elf captain in light armor was sitting indifferently on the horse, looking at the street outside the tavern in a daze, without any clues.

Last night's light was too dark, and Cyril couldn't see the main building of the manor clearly. At this time, the sun was shining and the spring breeze was warm. The creeper that climbed the wall was gently swaying in the wind, covering the old white walls of the manor. Strictly.

There is no luxury in the entire main building, it seems that the baron prefers simple designs.Under the guidance of the two maids, Cyril and others followed into the waiting room.

There are a few ordinary paintings hanging on the wall, and some are even random graffiti, like children's "masterpieces".The furnishing of the entire room looks like that of ordinary people's rooms, the only difference is that the area has doubled.

Cyril hadn't planned to find anything related to the cult in the living room. He sat on the seat and had a soft conversation with Evans from time to time.

"What did the maid just say?"

"Oh, you mean the one with the bigger eyes?" Evans recalled, pinching his throat: "Our master likes to communicate with young adventurers, he has a good temper, you don't have to be restrained—just don't When it comes to his old injuries, that's what hurts him."

"Old injury?"

"She didn't say what the injury was." Evans shook his head. "It sounds like the baron has been on the battlefield."

Without making them wait long, there was a sound of slightly scattered footsteps in the stairwell, and then a middle-aged man with a strong physique and a tall stature walked down the stairs.

Cyril landed on his pair of black leather boots at a glance, which was exactly the same as the one he saw on the wardrobe last night, which convinced him that this was the baron——

Abra Sinai.

He didn't look as young as he imagined. His gray beard, graying temples, and the few wrinkles that naturally appeared at the corners of his eyes as he narrowed his eyes showed that he was not young.

But his back was still straight, and every step he took was crisp and neat, without any muddy water. Only his left leg was a little stiff, which presumably was what the maid called the "old injury".

As soon as he walked downstairs, he smiled heartily: "Hahaha, I heard last night that some young children wanted to come and chat with me. Where are you... from? Oh, yes, I am Abra, Abra Sinai."

"Baron Sinai." Cyril leaned slightly, but didn't stand up when he saw the other party's hand pressing repeatedly, "We came from the north."

"You don't have to be so cautious, just call me by my first name. The north? Have you ever been to the Simatar Mountains? Or to the northern border? Tsk tsk, I have been there when I was young, it is much colder than here .”

Abra sat down while talking, and even straightened his left leg deliberately, and patted his thigh vigorously with his hands from time to time, as if he had long been used to this action.

"He looks very talkative." Evans said softly, and then took up the topic with a smile: "Sir, the northern border is too cold. As soon as I passed the Judea pass, I took off a robe and passed Galen." Tria, I took off another one, and I feel much lighter on my body."

Cyril glanced at Abra's legs calmly. In his memory, the sound of footsteps last night was very harmonious, unlike what he saw today.

It appears he is faking it.

He knew exactly that the real Abra Sinai was not the same person as the Abra in front of him, and that the person in front of him was the priest of the gray god in the future. The person who made the gray god descend, the real Abra should have died violently in the wilderness long ago In the wild.

But it seems that Abra still cherishes this identity very much, at least in front of outsiders, he is pretending well.

"Sir, we are here because we heard that Langjin Town has been a little restless recently..."

Cyril chose to go straight to the point, which is the most commonly used dialogue starter when players ask NPCs for tasks.But as soon as he finished speaking, Abra's expression darkened, revealing a sad face:
"You guys are here for this matter... To be honest, I'm worried about it. No one dares to come to Langjin Town recently, and I'm just going to discuss with the mayor how to solve this matter .”

"If I can help Langjin Town to restore peace, I will be happy to contribute." Cyril said flatly, then stood up and said to Abra:
"Actually, when I was in Xiye City, I helped a gentleman there save his child. I know how vicious people are who did such a thing. I can't let them continue to do evil and gamble my knight's reputation -"

"Uh, wait a minute." Abra's face froze, but he quickly adjusted and asked, "You mean, have you seen such a person in Xiye City?"

"Yes."

"That's not in the province of Derek. It's at least ten days' journey from Langjin Town, right?" Abela tapped his leg lightly, wondering, "Could it be that this event is more serious than I thought?" Big conspiracy?"

"Oh?" Cyril suppressed the smile in his heart, the old man was actually confusing the public, trying to confuse their judgment.He estimated that Abra was frightened by the fact that he had killed Bandis, and he was a little worried about the true identities of Abra and others.

"Then, sir, what do you think is the matter?"

"Although I really don't want to try to figure out people's hearts, but I suspect that the neighboring towns saw that Langjin Town paid a lot of taxes last year, so they became concerned about Langjin Town, so they joined forces to create a dangerous atmosphere in Langjin Town, so that Travelers dare not come."

As soon as Abra beckoned, a maid came over with a map: "Look, the recent disappearances of babies all happened between these towns and Langjin Town. It is very likely..."

Cyril thought to himself that Abela's plan was complete. For this reason, even if someone in the province really checked it out, the suspicions of the small towns around Langjin Town would attract a lot of attention. In addition, there was no clue. It will be over soon.

He casually echoed Abra's words, and inadvertently raised his head, only to find a figure stopped at the door of the living room.

Wearing a white dress, with black hair like a waterfall, she is holding on to the door frame, carefully watching the inside of the door.

Intentionally or not, that gaze seemed to stay on him.

(End of this chapter)