Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 189
This is almost hopeless.The previous time did not allow Cyril to dispose of those corpses, nor did he have the means.

But now he is huddled in the southwest corner of this underground space, surrounded by a pile of wooden boxes that he has seen in the cellar, covering his figure.Not far from him was a locked door with only one keyhole and no handle, obviously only a key could open it.

Cyril guessed that this is the door that connects to the cellar and only Baron Abra can enter and exit.

If he is given enough time, he might be able to get two steel wires to pry open the door—provided that the lock has nothing to do with magic, otherwise, for him who has no lockpicking skills, trying to unlock a magic lock is simply a waste of time. Arabian Nights.

But at this moment, beside him, there were only the sound of small footsteps.The baby stealers who came back from outside screamed loudly, and their ugly voices filled the whole space like the music played by the worst symphony orchestra.This allowed him to maintain a stealthy state, hiding behind the wooden box.

He hesitated, whether to crush the undead puppy of Caroline now, and signal to Mia and the others outside, but finally chose to give up this idea.

He waited quietly, like a snake lurking in a hole.

To him, the experience of being surrounded like this is not too much, but there have been several times.Compared with the strictness of the players' search points, these Bendis' movements are so rough that people want to write a book "On How to Search for the Old King Hiding in Your Bedroom" for them, and ask them to copy and recite a book repeatedly. Hundred times.

Cyril couldn't help recalling the crusade against the Gray Gods he had experienced - those fanatical Gray God believers occupied cities in the south of La Rochelle one by one, overthrew the statue of Danya, and burned churches and libraries.

They have a weird "hypnotic" ability, and they can even directly instigate the army of the kingdom, making the soldiers point their weapons at their colleagues.

They stormed houses, hypnotized or killed men, children, and did that to women in a frenzy, claiming it was to produce more Ambrose offspring.

That was the most appalling cult incident in the ten years before the game was launched.Of course, cults were not just raging on the land of La Rochelle, but at that time no power was as riddled with holes as La Rochelle, and they could afford the loss.

Cyril closed his eyes slightly, listening to the noisy conversation of the Bendis around him.Some people said they were going to invite the baron, some were afraid of the baron's accountability, and some seemed to have remembered the pain caused by the baron, rolling back and forth on the ground, and began to howl——

Their independent spirit and personality no longer exist, and they completely serve the "Grey God Ambrose" and its representative in the world "Abra Sinai".

If all this hadn't been discovered by him, then the future La Rochelle—even if it was lucky enough not to be crushed by various disasters, would be hit hard by this force erupting from the hinterland.

He listened quietly, a gust of wind leaked in through the crack of the door and blew into his ears.There was a rush of footsteps wrapped in leather boots in the wind, quickly approaching, and stopped at the door, followed by the sound of metal——

key?Key in the lock?This is... Baron Abra?

Cyril took a deep breath, he knew that his best chance to leave here had come.With a slight flick of his wrist, a large soft cloth fell into his palm and was draped over his back.

"Click - click."

Amidst the crisp sound, the whole space suddenly fell silent, and those Bendis seemed to be in a huge panic, and they all looked stiffly at the door that was slowly pushed open.

"despair."

"despair."

The leather boots stepped on the stone bricks, and the person at the door walked in step by step-of course it was Abra Sinai, the current owner of the manor.

But at this time, he was not the gentle and talkative appearance that Cyril had seen during the day. Half of his face was covered by a mask with strange lines, and the other half of his exposed eyebrows and eyes were full of fierce expressions.

And in his hand, he held a long dark gray staff——

Cyril's brows couldn't help but twitch. He was so close to the baron that he could even smell a wonderful smell of cheese and milk on his body—it was probably the soup that was accidentally spilled on his clothes during breakfast. down the breath.

What made Cyril care about was the long staff, which he recognized.The main body of the badge of the future Gray God Cult is composed of this long staff and a small pocket watch.

Believers of Gray God believe that the long staff connects Gray God with them, and the pocket watch is the authority of Gray God——He should walk in time and space, not limited by the world.

Later, the players found out that the "earthly heart of the world" corresponds to the pocket watch, but the long staff is missing.

"What happened, my loyal church members? What made you so flustered, what made you so embarrassed, or that you were expecting and longing for something from the great Lord before the Lord, So disrespectful?"

In the deliberately elongated, deep male voice like a choir, there was a flustered sound of prostration, and then the hoarse voices of the Bandis all around them sounded neatly:
"Lord born in the world, please forgive my sins, I am willing to dedicate everything to you—"

"Da da!"

The gray stick tapped twice on the ground, and it seemed to be a hollow sound.

"The Lord will hear your atonement." In Abra's voice, those Bandis seemed to be relieved, panting for a long time.

And Abra walked forward slowly, the space he carefully created was made like this, which made him extremely dissatisfied.

He was about to walk towards the table closest to him when he suddenly stopped and tapped the pile of wooden boxes beside him with the long stick in his hand—yes, Abra is standing there right now. On the side of a pile of wooden boxes.

Stand by Cyril's side.

And our half-elf boy is sweating all over his head at the moment. He feels that as Abra approaches gradually, the space he is in becomes more and more distorted. The entire Shadow Realm is fluctuating in this distortion, thinking about it all the time. Get him out of stealth.

And when the long staff was gently knocked down on the wooden box, the fluctuation suddenly became like a huge wave, just like when he was facing the iris, there was no place for people to hide in the entire Shadow Realm .

In an instant, Cyril made a decision, he immediately withdrew from stealth, and at the same time gently pulled the cloak covering himself——

Hemer's travel suit, stealth, activate!

There is not even the slightest gap in it, and his figure has never been revealed from the "disappeared" state from beginning to end.

Abra stood by the wooden box, seemingly full of doubts. He stared at the wooden box for a long time, finally retracted the long staff, and walked towards the Bendis who were kneeling in front of him again.

And at the moment when he took that step forward, behind him was the door that was not completely closed by him.

Moved a bit.

　Hey, after reflecting on the second volume, there are too many deficiencies.

　　Thanks to the gentlemen who can see here. After this paragraph, it will be the third volume, and I will make improvements next time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)