Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 193 I Hid It For Five Years

In the room on the second floor of the small tower building, there was a strange silence for a while.Even if Cyril couldn't see it, he could imagine how ugly the expression on the baron's face was now.

His heavy panting due to the toxin stopped abruptly at this moment.Then his extremely hoarse voice sounded faintly, making Cyril even suspect that his crossbow bolt had shot into Abra's throat:
"Nirola, my dear daughter, can you explain to me why this gentleman is here?"

"Father, father..."

The baron's daughter sitting by the bed seemed to be terrified. Cyril saw those bare little feet kicking the pink velvet slippers, rubbing them back and forth, and finally retracting them slowly, as if she was hugging her legs.

But the baron was no longer as elegant and talkative as before. Cyril only heard a "boom", and the wood chips fell off the cabinet. It was obviously the baron who punched the wardrobe. Punched a hole in it.

Then Evans, who was leaning against the closet, was picked up by Abra.Cyril moved forward a little so that he could see what was happening outside - the cloak and the collar of the young master of the kingdom's foreign minister's family were held by Abra, and the buttons were strangling Ivan desperately Si's neck.

Even though Evans was still in a coma, Cyril could still see his increasingly red and swollen face.But Abra didn't realize the situation of the person in his hand at all.Cyril silently held the hilt of the sword, and from bottom to top, he could see Abra's eyes, which were no longer the blue or green eyes that La Rochelle usually saw, but were surrounded by gray A mess:
"I raised you, I have always raised you, and you repay me like this now, you actually cheated on outsiders! I remembered, he is the person from yesterday, right? I said why so many people suddenly came to the door, It turned out to be for you, it turned out to be for you!"

He roared hysterically, and threw Evans in his hand to the ground.Evans hit the ground like a sack full of sand.

Cyril breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he thought that Evans would not be strangled to death here, he saw Abra's legs stepping to the edge of the bed, and then a woman's painful cry sounded on the bed——

"I can't wait anymore, I can't wait anymore! I have waited for five full years, and you know how much I want to take you away in these five years, your beautiful heart, ah!!"

Cyril's heart trembled inexplicably. Abra's words made him think of something inexplicably, but this is not the time to let out his thoughts.He watched the two white and tender feet hanging down, vigorously kicking the bed board and Abra's legs back and forth, suddenly made up his mind, waved his hand and drew the long sword from his waist, and slashed at Abra's legs!

This sword cut firmly on the baron's legs, and just as they sank into the flesh, those two legs suddenly hardened, making it impossible for Cyril's long sword to penetrate further.Amidst Abra's screams, Cyril made a decisive decision, let go of the hand holding the sword, kicked his legs, and slid out from the bottom of the bed by the recoil force. The moment he stood up, the girl's body Simu has already raised the trigger, and he firmly squeezed the trigger, and the crossbow arrow flew straight at Abra——

The severe pain in his legs caused the baron to throw Nirola back on the bed, just as the empty door opened in front of him.But at the moment when the crossbow arrow was about to fly in front of him, he suddenly reacted, and the gray staff between his hands appeared out of thin air, without even making any extra movements, the gray repulsive force rushed out!

Cyril only had time to make a defensive move, and couldn't even pull out his shield.And this repulsive force erupted immediately, and in an instant, the big bed between the two was torn into pieces, Nirola was pushed out by the repulsive force, and flew not far from Cyril.

And Evans, who was unconscious, flew straight into the wall on one side, and the slightest sign of waking up just now disappeared.

Cyril got up in embarrassment. Fortunately, there was a distance between him and the baron. The range of this hasty burst of gray repulsion was far smaller than that in the cellar, and it did not hurt him.

But Abra's fierce eyes were firmly locked on him, and then he let out a strange "hehehe" laugh.

"Young man, you are the one in the cellar, so you came to me with this idea, hehe, hehe, I should have thought of it earlier."

He smiled coldly, then straightened up suddenly.His figure was very tall, and when he was holding the scepter, he reminded people of the monks holding the scepter in front of him in the church. Standing there, he carried a majesty that belonged to theocracy.

But to a certain extent, he is indeed a monk, but he does not believe in Danya, the original creation, but the evil god who is the dark side of the gods.

Cyril slowly took out the silver-bladed holy blade from his bracelet. This "old man" had been left unused by him for a while. When his palm touched the hilt, the blade seemed to let out a joyful cry. .

He hung it on his waist, leaned on the hilt of the sword, and looked coldly at Abra in front of him.

But Abela put away his impatience instead, his whole body was covered in light gray, the toxin and the wound on his leg seemed to have no effect on him at this time, he could even stand upright, without any breath when speaking disorder.

"Then young man, how did you know that I hide such a treasure?"

He stretched out his hand and pointed to Nirola, who was lying not far from Cyril:

"I hid her for five full years, five years! I raised her slowly and hid her here, but how do you know? Young man, a stranger?"

He stared at the young knight in front of him, looked at the undisguised and dazzling face, and the eye-catching long ears, and seemed to believe that Cyril had come here to take away his treasure.

But Cyril shook his head.

Under the baron's astonished gaze, Cyril spoke slowly:
"I don't know who you are, I don't know her, and I don't know what kind of treasure this is."

"Oh?" Abra was puzzled, and suddenly became interested: "Then why did you come here?"

And Cyril slowly drew out the long sword, and the silver light shone in the room, making Abra squint his eyes involuntarily.

"I came from the north, and I smell evil in Wind's Rest."

He stared fixedly at Abra, unafraid of the growing gray aura, and said loudly:
"I chased all the way from Xiye Plain to this place, just for the thousands of babies crying in pain."

As he said, his fingers slowly stroked the blade, his eyes were loyal and dazzling.

"Kidnapping, killing babies, abducting girls and imprisoning them, according to the law of La Rochelle, the holy law of the original church, you will all be sentenced to death."

"Abra Sinai."

"So, you are still a loyal kingdom knight?" Abra's voice gradually became cold, "Stupid and ridiculous, this kingdom is the embodiment of stupidity, and now I will let you know how much everything you are loyal to -"

He raised the long staff in his hand, but his voice stopped abruptly.Because the knight in front of him suddenly rolled sideways, grabbed Nerola who fell on the ground, and then put the long sword on Nerola's snow-white neck.

"I'll count to three, put down the long staff in your hand!"

(End of this chapter)