Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 226 The Dream of a Paladin
Under the night, the outer city of Solconan is in a wonderful blend of noise and silence.The bustling night market is bustling with people, laughter and shouts are everywhere, as if people from all over the world are gathered here.

But the quiet place seems to be extremely quiet, the darkness makes everything fall into a deep sleep, and even the rustling sound of the leaves rustling when the wind blows through the treetops is so clear.

The "Desheng Tavern" reported by Cyril before is located in a place where silence and noise are mixed, an ingenious place.

This is a serious tavern. Most of the people sitting here at this time are walkers who have finally lined up to enter the city, returned adventurers, mercenaries, or bards who are making a living in the night, singing a few cheap songs .

Cyril pushed open the door of the tavern, and saw a particularly abrupt "Paladin" among the three or five people sitting around the table - he was too prominent, tall and sitting among the drinking crowd It is very conspicuous.Moreover, his movements were very cautious, with his hands on the table, he didn't know whether to grab the wine glass or the bread.

"Paladin!"

Cyril sat across from Rod Sergey, and before the other party showed a wary look, he took the initiative to speak.

"You are……"

Rhodes looked at Cyril hesitantly, and suddenly showed a terrified expression: "Are you Skyfire? Are you an elf?"

"Hush...it's not important, it's not important." Cyril quickly asked him to lower his voice. He just slipped out of there. It's not a good thing to be known to be a gladiator who has won ten consecutive victories. He is afraid of tomorrow. On the way to take Caroline to find her father, she was invited to drink tea by the barracks.

"Ah, yes, I was being reckless." Rhodes quickly lowered his voice, even his body was suppressed, half lying on the table, and said cautiously: "Your Excellency, this is..."

"I won, and I beat your opponent hard for you." Cyril smiled heartily, "If you didn't use a shield, I think you can definitely defeat him easily—"

And the "Paladin" suddenly became excited again, he straightened up abruptly, and said loudly, "Thank you for your approval!"

"Hush!" Cyril hurriedly gestured. The future "victim" seemed to be too immature at this time, and his face didn't look mature at all.

Could it be that he has just arrived in the capital and has not formally joined the Yuanchu Church?

Cyril touched his chin, this time he cut off his beard, he was sure.

Being so excited by being praised shows that the victim at this time still needs the approval of others extremely—or in other words, his own act of participating in the death fight is to seek someone's approval, as for whether it is his master or a member of the family , Cyril did not care.

"Then Mr. Paladin..."

"Rod Sergey, that's my name." Rhode said quickly. He saw that the immature elf in front of him was about to talk about something, so he sat upright—he didn't dare to evaluate the age of an elf at will. After all, it is really difficult to tell whether the elf is 17 years old or 17 years and a few hundred months old.

"Cyril Adrian." Cyril nodded, "Then Mr. Sergey, without further ado, I think your performance is very good. To be honest, I have never seen anyone who fits the image of a knight better than you." Man, humble and heroic in pursuit of honor, honest and just—

Take your time, it is very difficult to be willing to admit your failures, and it is admirable that you gave up your vanity so quickly and picked yourself up again. "

As he spoke, he observed the expression of the immature knight in front of him, but found that the other party's eyes became more and more serious, staring at him without blinking, and he couldn't tell whether it was satisfaction or what he said. Have an opinion.

Cyril couldn't help but whisper in his heart, but at this moment he could only continue talking——

"I think you came to Solkonan just to fulfill your spirit. I think you will join the church? Or join the legion?"

"I plan to join the church, Lord Adrian." Rod Sergey said solemnly, and bowed slightly: "It is my duty to become a knight of the original church, protect the weak, and help those who I should help." dream."

"And I have already passed the preliminary test, and I only need to pass a few more rounds of interviews to become a member of the Primordial Church Guard!"

"Ah, congratulations, Mr. Sergei."

——Yes, you did join the Primordial Church without me.

And compared to the identity of the Primordial Church, you have more faithfully implemented your "knight" declaration-when Ao St. Emma invaded and the Primordial Church declared neutrality, you blatantly left your beloved queue, and devoted himself to the battlefield on the Eastern Front, fighting for La Rochelle.

The reason why Cyril was so confident in abducting Rod Sergey into his command was not because the other party was immature, and a few words of praise could make him ecstasy and follow the team.

It is because of the "chivalry virtue" engraved in his bones.

"A very great dream." Cyril sat up straight, applauded gently, and said slowly with Rhodes' astonished expression: "But have you ever thought about whether your dream is to join the church or protect the weak? "

"Ah?" Rhodes opened his mouth, obviously not understanding the meaning of Cyril's words.

"This concept may be difficult for you to understand now, so why not let me briefly introduce to you the kingdom that the person you want to protect lives in."

"What do you think of this place? Is it prosperous? Is it warm? Then if I tell you that in the snowstorm in the north, countless people are dying to stop the undead, what would you think?"

Cyril looked at Rhode's blank expression, and continued: "Don't you know? The war in the north. If you go to the legion station and ask, they will tell you. Let's continue, you know the south of the kingdom, What do you think about a group of people with different intentions who could kill Solkonan at any moment?"

"When La Rochelle is in the midst of war, do you think that Saint Emma, ​​who has been eyeing us in the east of the kingdom, will cross the border?"

"The things you said... are so far away." Rhodes rubbed his temples. He never expected that the half-elf boy in front of him would ask such a series of questions. He had never thought about it, and he didn't even know-

"Far away? Mr. Sergey, if we compare this kingdom of freedom to a huge machine, when one part fails and stops, the rest will also have problems. Don't think that I am far away, one link after another. One ring, these things are closely connected."

Cyril stood up, poured a glass of wine, and pushed it in front of Rhodes.

"I said so much, not to tell you how much danger this kingdom is in—although it is a fact. Of course, it is also a fact that you see these people who are still drunk and sleeping peacefully. I want you to remember a sentence talk."

He looked around, and there were already bursts of snoring around, and no one cared about their conversation.

Then he lowered his voice, leaned closer and said:

"When you choose to join the Primordial Church, the distance between you and the weak you want to protect will become extremely far away."

He saw the pair of blue eyes shrink for a moment, and those words seemed to have greatly shaken the heart of the paladin in front of him.

Cyril stretched out his arms, patted Rhodes' shoulder lightly, then leaned over and whispered in his ear:
"If you want to know what the Primordial Church won't tell you, then three days later, at six o'clock in the evening, wait for me at the west gate of No. [-] in Midtown."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Rhodes to respond, he quickly withdrew, then slightly bowed to the paladin in front of him, then turned his head, and walked out of "Desheng Tavern".

(End of this chapter)