Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 195 What are you waiting for, what am I waiting for.

Abra Sinai, the future high priest of the Gray God Cult, launched a sacrificial ceremony to invite the person who descended from the Gray God. At this time, he was staring at a man and a woman in front of him—his "daughter" and a young man who might be righteous. knight.

And while Cyril tried his best to persuade Nirola, why wasn't he staring at Abra?

He knew that the Baron would definitely not fall down because of the sudden severe injury that Belinda gave him. On the contrary, Abra's health might not even be worse than before entering the room.

Maybe even better.

The stick in Abra's hand was continuously gushing out gray sticky substances. Without the barrier of the bed board, Cyril could clearly see the gray substances crawling up the baron's legs, wrapping around the baron's legs. The calf wounded by his sword slowly climbed up the abdomen, mixed with the fallen intestines, and turned into a dark red mass.

Abra didn't even interfere with Cyril's lobbying, and stood there leisurely until Cyril finished his last sentence, and then he spoke slowly:
"One last chance, Nerola, my dear daughter, come back to me."

"Don't dream, Mr. Baron, she is not your real daughter. Do you think that if you imprison and raise her like a bird in a cage, she will regard you as the master, and fly to your head affectionately and give you a bird's excrement? ?”

Cyril said unscrupulous vulgar words while pulling Nirola hard. This time she did not resist and stood beside Cyril.

"I'm curious, are you so willing to watch your good daughter fall into my hands?" Cyril smashed the window behind him with a backhanded elbow, watching the face of the baron in front of him completely suppress the violence just now The color, could not help asking.

"Because I don't need to be in a hurry." The baron said slowly, and suddenly moved his body, his joints made crackling sounds, and he even raised his figure, "Do you think you can get out of here alive? "

"I think I can try it."

Abela glanced at the relaxed expression on the young man's face, and couldn't help but let out a free and easy laugh - when he was a normal baron, his smile had some charm unique to the vicissitudes of life, but At this moment, it sounded creepy.

"I remember I said just now that this is my territory, and I think you know what is in my territory."

"I know, of course I know, I just killed ten of them, which is easier than killing a wolf man."

Cyril's tone was extremely calm, and he even turned his head in the mood to help Nerola turn over the shattered window so that her skirt would not be scratched by the broken glass.

After he finished all this, he watched Nirola bouncing on the eaves outside, then turned around, looked at Abela's growing taller body, and said softly:

"I know you're waiting for this stick to fix your body, and I know you're waiting for those ugly, disgusting Bendis to crawl over your roof—to tell the truth, it's impossible to make such a beautiful manor You are so eerie and neither human nor ghost, I admire you too."

He looked at Abra fixedly, and then said a title:
"Fake, Monsieur Baron."

He was keenly aware of the trembling of Abra's figure, and this sentence accurately hit the future high priest of the Gray God Cult.Abra hesitated for a moment, then said slowly:
"You seem to know a lot, young knight, and I'm very curious now how you know—"

"No, no, fake Mr. Baron, in fact, what you should be curious about is not how I understand you, but about myself." Cyril shook his head with a smile, and interrupted Abela:
"For example, why didn't I run away immediately when I saw you so powerful, how did I know the existence of the original heart in the world, why the shot of the crossbow arrow can penetrate your gray repulsion and hit you—"

Every time Cyril said something, Abra's face became gloomy.And when the young man deliberately elongated his tone, as if trying to arouse his curiosity, he couldn't bear it anymore, and squeezed the long staff in his hand with a crackling sound——

"Of course, what you should be most curious about is what I'm waiting for after talking so much."

The half-elf boy blinked his eyes playfully suddenly, then turned sideways abruptly, picked up Evans beside him with one hand, and threw him out of the window without the slightest gentleness when he treated Nerola. shouted:
"Evans, take her away if you've had enough sleep!"

Evans, who was thrown out of the window, rolled over beautifully, his mouth seemed to be swearing, but his movements were extremely fast, and he carried Nerola, who was still stunned, on his shoulders, even though his legs and feet were still hurt by the few impacts just now. He didn't run smoothly, but he ran a long distance at once, and jumped off the eaves in a blink of an eye, disappearing from Abra's sight.

Abra's face suddenly became darker than the dark clouds before the rainstorm. He didn't want to talk nonsense with the young knight anymore, grabbed the long staff in his hand, and threw it at Cyril without any rules.

The whistling wind seemed to be howling with resentment. Cyril's pale green eyes reflected the long staff, watching it rapidly enlarge in front of his eyes, and when it was about to fall on the top of his head, he squatted slightly His figure suddenly bounced to the side, and at the same time he swung his left arm, and knocked towards the staff!

"when!"

A sound of metal clashing echoed in the room, and Abela was surprised to find that the young man in front of him was holding a round shield at some point in his hand, and easily flicked his long staff away!
Block, perfect judgment, heroic spirit takes effect!

The double blessing of strength and agility made Cyril's speed increase sharply. He swung his left arm crisply, and the shield swung the long staff away heavily. Then he stepped forward, and the long sword shone with silver light aimed straight at Abra Chest gap!
Shield against!

The strength of the heroic spirit was fully reflected at this time, and Cyril's beautiful textbook-like movements brought him more speed and strength bonuses.

Abra didn't have time to react. Seeing that the shining long sword was about to pierce his heart, he tightened his hand holding the long staff suddenly, and then a weak gray repulsive force spewed out again. Cyril's long sword was raised and passed by his side.

Cyril frowned slightly, scolding the opponent's shameless behavior of relying on the power of equipment in his heart.He didn't mess up the rhythm because of this, kicked Abra away fiercely, and then drew back the long sword.

This time, the lure of the enemy's shield only left a shallow wound on Abra's side, which was quickly climbed up by those gray substances and repaired.

But Cyril looked at his opponent this time calmly, without any loss in his heart.

At least this attack, I understand a little bit——

This fake Mr. Baron has very little combat experience.

(End of this chapter)