Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 217 Death Singer

When Cyril carried the man in the mage robe who was unconscious outside the library on his shoulders and carried it back to the backyard, several people present showed interesting expressions: the halfling Fox was terrified, and even sat down on the small bench In the past, the dwarf Jeff laughed and drank two glasses of wine.

And Su Geer stood up with a face full of surprise, gave up his position, and gave Cyril a thumb at the same time:
"Brother, cow."

"Did I do anything special?" Cyril strangely placed the body on his shoulders in Sugel's position.I don't know why, but this female body looks quite petite, but it feels strangely heavy on the shoulders.

Fortunately, he has the physique of a knight now, so moving someone is not a problem for him.

I don't know what is hidden on the other party's body.

Cyril fell back to his place, and at this time the halfling also got up, he poured a glass of wine for Cyril in a hurry, his face was full of admiration.

Cyril gave him a strange look. These people had a great "fear" of the mage he brought in with the naked eye, but based on his understanding of this person, this was unreasonable——

Lydia Shelley.If I remember correctly, this should be the name of the mage.She doesn't have an outstanding appearance. Cyril just glanced at it just now. She looks like a very ordinary La Rochelle. Her brown middle-length hair is a little dry, her cheeks seem to be fleshy, with freckles, and her nose bridge is a bit collapsed. .

It looks exactly the same as the NPC in memory.

Shelley in history was born in a merchant family and should be around 30 years old now.Not long after she entered the Mage Academy, her family’s chamber of commerce was jointly suppressed by her opponents, failed to hold on, and went bankrupt. Since then, she has been living a life of extreme poverty——

However, he would faint on the road from hunger, which was unexpected by Cyril.

She didn't have a particularly strong strength. She died on the day the royal capital was broken in 1448. At that time, she only had the strength of a five-ring water mage and failed to break through to the sixth ring.Compared with the other people at this table, their strength is the lowest level.

The reason for choosing her is very simple. First, she and Mia are both water mages. Second, Lydia Shelley is extremely short of money and destitute. It is no problem to support another teacher with Mia's financial resources.

And the third point is the most critical point, she and Mia are "professional counterparts".

Cyril was very impressed with Mia. She said that she likes to study things that allow magic to be used in life, and combine it with other methods to make magic more than just magic.

A large part of the reason why this Lydia Shelley is poor is that she has been conducting research in a similar direction, but her works have never been appreciated.

Only some players have bought some of the small props she made, such as the small bugs engraved with the wind attribute magic circle, which are used to detect information, or the "night-stay artifact" that can suddenly discharge in the hand and wake people up-of course, this Has no effect on the player.

Her "work" seems to be full of chicken ribs, but Cyril knows that if her initial research direction can get investment, then her future may be limitless——

Magic Crystal Powered Armor.

"Did I do anything special?" Cyril looked at several people suspiciously.The halfling seemed to realize that he was standing next to the stranger, and jumped back like a frightened rabbit.He waved his hands hastily, stammering:

"No, it's nothing, Your Excellency, it's just your courage..."

"He said you're a coward." The dwarf took the words unceremoniously, then picked up the glass, and clinked the glasses with Cyril vigorously. The wine was spilled on the table. He drank the wine in the glass and said boldly:
"Young man, yes, do you know who you brought in? The swan song of the library, Ms. Lydia! My God, she went crazy, that's really... I don't think you have heard her singing , that’s called a death chant, if the Church of the Beginning invites her to chant to the dead, those dead may all come back to life, if you let her know that you hugged her, I don’t know how angry she will be..."

As Jeff was talking, he suddenly noticed that the rest of the people looked at him with strange expressions.He seemed to realize something, and quickly stopped his words.But it was too late—Lady Lydia, who had just passed out at the table and was wearing a hood, had woken up and stared at him.

"When did she wake up?" Jeff swallowed and blinked hard.

"From...you said the swan song of the library." Cyril said sympathetically.

"Ah, I remembered. I received a letter from the tribe this morning. It seems that I want to go back. I'll go first..."

Jeff got up in a hurry, but that lady Lydia had already taken out her staff made of water-perching wood with one move, and with just a wave of her hand, a ball of blisters wrapped Jeff in it— —

This action of hers made Cyril's eyes widen in shock. At this moment, he finally knew why they were so afraid of Lydia. The almost instantaneous four-ring spell "Water Cage Prisoner" made people have almost no reaction time. And the opponent doesn't need to be connected with any explosive and harmful skills, as long as they open their mouths and sing, they can make them die of pain!

But being able to cast this not-so-simple four-ring spell instantly... the strength of this Ms. Lydia.Seems stronger than thought?
Seeing that Lydia opened her mouth and was about to start her singing, Su Geer and the halfling turned around and planned to flee.But at this moment, a crisp voice sounded, interrupting Lydia's casting spell:
"Aren't you hungry? I can hear your stomach growling."

At some point, Caroline stood beside Ms. Lydia. The corners of her mouth and hands were oily, and she was pulling at the other party's robe——

"Ah, my clothes!" Lydia exclaimed, and it was only then that Cyril heard her voice. It wasn't unpleasant at all, but it was about to appear unusually sharp.

But her screaming stopped abruptly, and Caroline had already stuffed the grilled chicken leg in the other hand into the other's open mouth. She looked at the chicken leg with regret, and turned away Mouth, regretfully said:

"I can only eat it for you, my little chicken drumstick, goodbye~"

A "crisis" was resolved in such an unexpected way, and the tea party returned to a joyful and happy atmosphere.Several mages were discussing their recent academic achievements. Each of them majored in different departments, so there would not be much academic debate.

As for Cyril and Caroline, they looked at me and looked at you, and they were dumbfounded when they heard something they couldn't understand at all. In the end, the two chose to bury their heads and eat hard.

Until the sun was so low that the sun could shine on them from the south, the few mages finally had a good chat.

Cyril, who had been silent for a long time, said at this moment: "Ms. Shelley, please stay."

"You?" Lydia Shelley raised her eyebrows. She was not very impressed with this handsome half-elf boy. She held up her teacup and said impatiently, "I'm very busy. If you have anything to do, you should go to Su Geer." ..."

"I have a job here with a monthly salary of 50 silver terry. I don't know if you..."

"puff!"

The tea spouted from Lydia's mouth, her eyes were wide open, she stood up "shua", clapped her hands on the table, and her high-pitched voice almost pierced the eardrums of everyone present:

"We are happy to help!"

(End of this chapter)