Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 233 Wang Li First Mage Academy
Cyril did not immediately agree to Misha's request.

The plan he made was to arrive in Amasir around June, and in terms of time, he could indeed catch up with the "Wind-Bathing Festival" that Miss Misha mentioned.

The Wind Festival is a festival for the elves to thank the great god of nature, Nora. It is held every seven years, from the end of June to the middle of July. The duel between the two, the Mufeng Ceremony came to an end.

The winning elves will receive the "Wind-Wind Flower Crown", which is said to allow them to listen to Nora's oracle.

And the tribe it belongs to will also receive more gifts from nature.

Although Misha invited Cyril with the most alluring thing, the wind-blowing flower crown, the so-called "oracle" was not attractive enough.

What's more, at that time, it was the critical period when Cyril and his party had just arrived in Amasir and wanted to gain a firm foothold.If the territory is desolate, then busy building the territory.If there is a monster lair, the monster must be cleaned up first.

Moreover, there is such a troublesome thing as dealing with the rest of the nobles. It is not an easy task to cater to those nobles with a smile and carry out diplomacy. information a few years later.

Now in the east, he still has to reorganize the first-hand information and distinguish between friendly and "enemy". This is also a big project.

Thinking of so many things to do, Cyril felt a little overwhelmed.He felt more and more that he needed to find a helper who was knowledgeable, hard-working, and able to work overtime without being paid—of course I was joking, and the money must be enough. If the other party got bored, He couldn't stop people from leaving.

Of course, the best thing is to pick one from the existing team, but he looked around at the "subordinates": Miss Mia wants to stay in the capital, so she should be excluded directly.Caroline and Nirola, one big and one small, are essentially children, so they can only be ruled out.

The dwarf Klan is not very smart at first glance, his head is full of unicorn butts, and he can't take on important tasks.The rest of Alina's goal is to become a good fighter, and the blonde girl doesn't seem to have received enough education.

Finally, there is Misha Aishvan, our Miss Elf.But the identity of an elf is very complicated, and the other party is only a colleague at the moment, not a part of the team - after all, Cyril has not tried to pull her into the team yet.

He and Misha don't have enough interest to maintain this relationship.

However, if Misha is really drawn into the team, with the elves' long lifespan and unique insights, maybe they can be trained in the direction of staff.

But the premise of everything is to win the Eastern title first.

From the perspective of the eldest princess, awarding this title to Cyril is definitely better than awarding that Darren Sherley, but the southern nobles themselves have a strong influence, especially La Rochelle in a state of war, The influence of the southern aristocrats will be doubled even more.

Fortunately, the royal capital itself has the power to oppose the southern nobles. It has given the southern nobles additional powers before. At this time, the southern nobles are demanding the title of the southeast Adelaide region. Nor will they agree.

In the final analysis, it still depends on Cyril's own performance.

In the early morning of the next day, Heloise came to Mia's manor again.

This time she came to Cyril to take him to get the armor he wanted.

When they left, it was time for the college to go to school.Students are scattered in groups of three and four on the empty streets at night.The two horses could not speed up under such road conditions, they could only move forward slowly.

The faces on the side of the road that still looked a little immature or full of youth were attracted by the two of them.

It's not their fault - even if Heloise and Cyril's 100% return rate and handsome looks from the elves are aside, the snow-white tall horses with shiny fur under their crotches are enough to attract their attention ——This is an excellent horse breed that combines the blood of wild horses from the western mountains. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a cavalryman's romance.

"Are those two elves?"

"Certainly not, how can elves appear here casually, they must be half elves..."

Whispering sounds reached Cyril's ears, and Cyril responded with old-fashioned and stern eyes, and there were some nympho exclamations and jealous teeth grinding sounds.

And among them, there was a short chuckle, which was caught by Cyril——

"Your Excellency Treville, what's so ridiculous?" Cyril leaned slightly, and asked Heloise, who had urgently managed her expression and recovered her icy expression.

"It's nothing, Adrian. It's just that you and them are the same age, and I think it's a little funny... Here we are."

The two stopped their horses, turned their heads around, and saw an open ancient bronze door in front of them, and many students in mage robes were walking through the door.At the end of the line of sight is a towering white tower.Obviously it hasn't rained, but around the tower, there is faintly colorful rainbow light.

"Wang Li No. [-] Mage Academy." Cyril whispered the name of this place - this is the top mage academy in Solkonan. The white tower is like the Tower of the North Wind, and it is also a mage tower.

In the days to come, here—this entire Midtown, will be continuously sending talents to the battlefields that erupt in various places on the territory of La Rochelle.

These boys and girls who still have immature eyes at this time will grow up at the speed of light in the blood and fire in the days to come. Most of them die young, and a few who stand in high positions sacrifice their lives on the land they guard.

The war gave La Rochelle a talent blowout that only existed 400 years ago, but it also killed the vitality of this country. After 1453, many people are still fighting for this country. Although it has been completely broken and the orthodoxy has been destroyed, there are still many figures walking into the fog.

They try to light up new lights and lead those who still have hope.

And what about Cyril?
He only remembered that when he came out of the small black room where the number of deaths had accumulated once again, he saw that the line of the country "La Rochelle" he belonged to on the panel had become blank, and he suddenly had a feeling that everything didn't matter .

After that, except for joining non-state organizations, he has been celibate.

It's just that every month, thousands of skeleton soldiers are used to sharpen their heads.

"Adrien, Adrian?"

"Huh?" Cyril returned to reality and shook his head, "Sorry, I was distracted."

"It's okay, it's just that we have to prepare for the teleportation." Heloise smiled.

And in front of them, a tall man walked slowly, walking like the wind, holding a staff in his hand, with a hearty smile on his wrinkled face.

Seeing him, Cyril couldn't help showing a smile on his face:
Nicole Roderick.

　Thanks to the prodigal son Coco for the reward of 100 starting coins, and thanks to the Khan of the World for the reward of 100 starting coins, thank you!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)