Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 216 Strange mages
Behind the library is a piece of lush grass that has not been deliberately trimmed.The huge tree shaded most of the grass and left the other half in the sun.

A round wooden table is placed in the center of the grass, with several chairs of different heights on the side.When Cyril, Caroline and the dwarf Geoff Oak came to the grass, there was already a person sitting at the table.

"It's a child, he's shorter than me!" Caroline cried softly, but Cyril immediately reached out and touched her head, signaling her not to speak casually, and then looked forward.

It seemed to be a child indeed, just like the not-so-high round wooden table in front of him.He has short curly silver hair, and when a little light falls on his head, the hair is shiny.He is trying to flatten a piece of paper on the table with one hand, and holding the harmonica with the other, as if he intends to play.

However, he also noticed the existence of Cyril and others.He seemed to be frightened, and jumped up all of a sudden, almost kicking the table over.The paper on the table was blown up by the wind and slowly fell in front of Cyril.

Cyril bent down and picked up the piece of paper - it was obviously a sheet of music.He waved the music score in his hand and walked towards the table: "Hey, your music score, what piece is this?"

As a result, he took a step forward, the "child" took a step back, he took three steps, the child took five steps back, and the last step stumbled on the big tree, waving his hands indiscriminately: "You , You, you, don't come here!"

Cyril laughed and stopped teasing him. He put the music score on the ground not far in front of him, pressed it lightly with a stone, and then stepped back.

He looked at the other party: a suit made of unknown animal skins, with a few finely stitched puddings on it.Around his neck was a string of sparkling gemstones. At this time, his back was against the big tree, and his feet were still rubbing against the ground. It is worth mentioning that he was not wearing shoes. with dirt.

"Okay, Fox, he didn't mean anything to you, and he brought wine, wine from the north!" Jeff laughed and walked forward, putting his arms around the man's shoulders. Compared with this, the man seemed to be looking Even shorter than a dwarf—

It is very obvious that this is a "half-length" person.Halfling is what humans call it, because it is only about half the height of a normal person.In fact, they should be called "Villa" people, and they often live in the southeast area of ​​La Rochelle, where the sun is warm and the water is abundant.

Halflings tend to be warm, open and hospitable, but this halfling obviously doesn't look a little withdrawn like his kin.

Halflings, dwarves, including Cyril himself as a half-elf, plus the humans who are still dawdling in the room, the lineup at this table is already luxurious enough.If you ignore this "half"—after all, most people can't tell whether it is a pure elf or a half elf, then the lineup at this table can destroy a Lord of the Rings.

Sivir Fox was the name of this halfling mage, and he also majored in atmospheric spells.Cyril didn't have much impression of this name, mainly because he had basically never dealt with halflings in his previous life.

Although halflings are also a race that rarely produces mages, there are exceptions to everything, isn't it?There are always gods of elements who will bestow unique favors on some people. You can see that Cyril can obtain the wind element pool bestowed by nature by virtue of his handsome appearance. It is not surprising that other races have talents.

With the dwarves as intermediaries, Cyril finally completed a simple exchange of personal information with the halfling - Fox was so afraid of strangers that he didn't even dare to have a direct conversation with Cyril.

In just two or three minutes, Su Geer walked out of the library.He held the staff in one hand, and waved the other hand lightly in the air. A large tablecloth floated behind him, and finally landed on the table slowly.

Several people sat down one by one, counting Cyril and Caroline, there was an empty chair.

"Everyone, it's been a long time. I think it's a very fortunate thing for us to be able to meet here and enjoy a delicious meal on such a not peaceful day..." Su Geer cleared his throat and was about to I wanted to say some opening remarks, but a voice sounded on the side:
"Who else hasn't arrived?" Cyril reached out and grabbed a roasted crispy, crispy and fragrant rabbit leg on the table, and handed it to Caroline, regardless of "table manners".

"In fact, you and this little girl occupy two seats, little knight." Su Geer said helplessly, Cyril's performance was too aggressive, and he was too lazy to correct him "Of course, they don't seem to plan to come today. One is watching the excitement in a small town in Derek Province. It seems that something big has just happened there, while the other has rushed to the south..."

The regular number of people for this table tea party is six people.Every Wednesday afternoon, as long as people are in the capital of Salkonan, these mages will gather here to enjoy a wonderful afternoon tea.

But such a beautiful day did not last long. In 1441, this group of people parted ways.They either went on expeditions, or returned to their clan, or joined the army, and went to the front line...

Some never even shine brightly in the player's field of view.Players learned about this tea party and this group of people in 1451, when one of the six people, a cursed and dying mage, sent a mission: "Find traces of the old man".

He wanted to recall the good afternoon tea time in the past, and following the clues he gave, the player finally knew that there was such a small library once located in the outer city of the old capital of Salconan, and they came to When I was here, I saw only the dry trees that had been burned by the fire, and a piece of grass with lush grass.

"As for the last one—I think she's almost here? If she didn't faint at the door from hunger." Su Geer said hesitantly.

And hearing his words, the eyes of the half-elf boy lit up.He stood up abruptly, and ran straight towards the front door under the unimaginable gazes of several people.

He quickly came to the front door, but the door didn't open. It was obviously not like what Su Geer said, someone was hungry and collapsed at the door.

But when Cyril opened the door and looked outside, he saw a man wearing a mage robe and a pointed mage hat on the side of the road, hunched over, leaning on the wall and slowly walking towards him step by step. walking.

When the other party saw the half-elf boy standing at the door, he stretched out a hand towards him as if he had found a life-saving straw.But before the man could take two steps, he fell to the ground with a "plop", motionless.

The look of joy that had just surfaced on Cyril's face suddenly retracted.

This looks so unreliable, did I find the wrong person?

　Thank you Khan of the World for the reward of 400 starting coins, thanks to the second battalion commander Duan Mian for the reward of 500 starting coins, and thanks to the prodigal son Keke for the reward of 100 starting coins, thank you!

　　
　
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