Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 192 What Medicine Are You Taking?
The sunlight passes through the leaves of the dwarf trees swaying in the wind, and casts fine shadows on the white and smooth wooden floor.A chubby orange cat lay on the floor, lazily yawned, sent its belly to the sun, and continued to squint to get back to sleep.

But the people in the house did not have this leisurely atmosphere at all.Mia Kritis stood erect by the window, motionless, like a soldier guarding the city wall.

From where she stood, she could easily see the whole view of the main building in the manor not far away, and she stood by the window staring at the manor for more than two hours.

The only thing that can make her move is to ask Caroline every 15 minutes:

"Caroline, is your puppy responding?"

Following her question, several pairs of eyes in the room were fixed on Caroline almost at the same time—Erina holding the hilt of a sword in her hand, Misha flipping through a big book, even in the far corner Tomson, who was cleaning the gun case, raised his eyes and glanced at Caroline who was sitting on the sofa.

But Caroline just yawned lazily every time, and shook her head at Mia who turned around.So all the people bowed their heads again and went about their own business.

But this time, Caroline took out the bone representing the puppy taken away by Cyril from her bosom, and when she was about to give a "no" answer, the bone in her hand suddenly shattered.

Everyone stood up, Elena tightened the protective gear on her body, and Temunsen walked out of the room carrying the gun case, and a moment later, he had already held the amazingly long magic-destroying gun in his hand.

And our mage lady looked at the only elf present with a solemn expression, and said softly:
"Miss Misha."

"I understand." Misha flipped the pages of the book, then chanted softly.A dazzling green light lit up on the book, and then shone on Elena and Tomson.

Then, Misha seemed to have exhausted all her strength, slumped on the sofa, and nodded to Mia.

"I wish you good luck, and may Nora shine on your path. Nora's blessing can last at least an hour. I hope you can return safely before the blessing ends."

As she spoke, she tilted her head and fell into a deep sleep.And Mia lightly squeezed Miss Elf's hand, then lifted the staff, gave Caroline an encouraging look, and then walked out the door.

Misha gave the blessing of war, Elena and Tomson as the assault force, Mia accompanied the team for supplies, and Caroline took care of Misha.This is the "Cyril Support Operation" plan they formulated.

And the former Griffin Knight, Cerces Tomson, had already raised his magic spear, and with the pace of the dragon gun technique, he rushed towards the manor with strides, just like when he was crusading the wandering knights.

"who!"

The guards patrolling the side walls spotted the menacing intruder, but Temunsen ignored them at all.The thick tip of the long spear stomped heavily on the outer wall of the manor like a city cone, destroying it directly.

The two guards pulled out their swords, trying to stop the "spearman" who ignored them, but a petite figure flew past one of them, and the red long sword was nowhere near his neck.The other guard turned pale with shock, and before he had time to react, a magic staff had already hit his head hard, knocking him unconscious.

"Follow." Mia and Alina glanced at each other, and followed Temunsen closely.

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At this time, our half-elf knight who crushed the bone puppy is sitting at the table on the second floor of the small tower, looking at the two groups of clay figurines on the table expressionlessly, one of which has a human shape, and the other is It's simply two balls, one big and one small, stacked together.

He looked back at Evans, who was leaning against the wardrobe next to him, and was sleeping peacefully—he was not like what Cyril had imagined, his head was twisted off by Nerola and placed on the railing, just because of the weird The bottom-up angle allowed Cyril to make up the miserable state of Evans, who was grabbed by his hair and placed on the railing.

"Are you guys playing...play house?"

"Mr. False Nose taught me how to make clay figurines."

Nirola, who was sitting by the bed, spoke bluntly, looking at the two figures on the table, puffing up her cheeks angrily:
"I couldn't handle it well. I said I should take medicine. He asked me what medicine I was taking. After taking a little bit, he fell asleep."

She paused, and then said: "Big liar, you think I'm stupid and don't want to teach me how to play!"

Cyril couldn't help holding his forehead. There were so many flaws in this scene that he didn't know how to speak for a while.

But fortunately, this "baron's daughter" with a worldly heart seems to really only have the thoughts of a child, and even Caroline is much smarter than her.

This also means that she should be easy to deceive.

"What are the medicines you take for?"

Cyril asked in a coaxing tone, but Nerola tilted her head towards him: "My lord father gave me something to eat, and if I don't eat it, something will be full, and it will be very uncomfortable if it is swollen."

The medicine that was rushed away last time, because Cyril did not have the tools to analyze the ingredients of the medicine, he had to put it aside.At this time, while he was talking, he picked up some powdered medicine, and the pungent stench came to his face, making him frown, while Nirola was still talking:

"Only by taking this medicine can the full stuff dissipate. Every time he has to go to the cellar to get the ingredients for this medicine, it's hard work."

"...the cellar?" Cyril raised his head abruptly. He looked at Nirola in horror, and the powder in his hand slipped a little bit. "You mean, that... baron got the materials from the cellar?"

"Yeah, my father also said that it is very troublesome to cultivate this..."

Cyril suddenly had the urge to vomit, and when he looked at the medicine box on the table again, that anger surged from his heart inexplicably, urging him to simply take the medicine together with the ingredients smashed to pieces—

That baron, Abra Sinai, let his daughter—even if it wasn't his real daughter, he let her eat something like this!
But before his anger broke out, Nirola, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly noticed something, stood up abruptly, pulled Cyril, pulled him to the ground, then pushed him hard, and stuffed him under the bed: " Hide in, don't make a sound!"

Cyril didn't resist, because he also heard a burst of hurried and messy footsteps. A moment later, a man stumbled and opened the door, and at the same time, his voice sounded out of breath:

"Nerola, my daughter, have you seen any strange people—"

Cyril was overjoyed in his heart, he immediately recognized the voice of the baron, and this aura undoubtedly showed that the sure-hit feature of the crossbow bolt he shot had taken effect, and he successfully hit the baron.

Regardless of the baron's own strength, the poison attached to the epic equipment is enough for him to drink a pot.

But the baron's voice stopped abruptly, which made Cyril inexplicably feel that something was wrong. He was under the bed, glanced at him from the corner of the eye, and then he felt a thump in his heart——

He knew why Abra would suddenly shut up!

Evans, he's still lying outside, leaning against the closet, right by the door!

(End of this chapter)