Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 241 One by one (two in one)

"Come here one by one?!"

Someone had already slapped the table and stood up, shouting sharply.Cyril glanced at him lightly, he was not someone he knew, he must belong to the line of southern nobles - after all, there were so many southern nobles, like a nest of rats, no matter how good his memory was, it was impossible for him to remember all of them.

The man's accent had a strong taste of the Southwest region, his mouth was vague as if something was stuffed, and he rolled his tongue a little, almost growling and shouting:

"Which knight order do you belong to, so impolite? Why don't you know who left your resume blank, do you want us to help you fill that poor blank merit!"

What he said caused the room that had just been quiet to explode in an instant. Those southern nobles were originally on the same page, and at this time they wanted to use their well-prepared words to distract the neutral party. In my opinion, I intend to completely crush this young man who is trying to compete with their southern faction for the title before he can speak.

But Cyril had already expected that their behavior would be like this - a candidate from the Northern Legion had already been so troubled before. Before all these gossips sounded, he was the first to speak loudly. After all the voices:

"As stated in the blank resume on this piece of paper, in October 1439, I became a trainee knight squire. At the request of the Knights, I went to serve in Tap Town under the Maitland Mountains on the northern border."

"You also admit that you are just an apprentice knight servant. It's only half a year ago, why do you..."

The southern noble was receiving the admiring gazes of his colleagues at this time, and when he heard Cyril speak, he immediately slapped the table, trying to kill Cyril's defense in his infancy.But only halfway through his words, the boy's clearer voice interrupted him at a very fast speed:

"Four months later, in February 4, the undead crossed the Maitland Mountains and launched a surprise attack on our northern border of La Rochelle, massacring the people in the border villages and towns. Death, I was entrusted by the captain to retreat to the Tower of the North Wind, at that time, my lord, what are you doing?"

The southern noble who got up was stunned, and several eyes were focused on him in an instant—no matter what the conflict between the south and the central government is, but at this moment, in front of His Majesty and the bishop, the invasion of foreign enemies will always come first topic of.

He even felt that not only Duke Marcellus, but also Kelsen from the side was looking at him, and suddenly bursts of cold sweat broke out behind him, and he stumbled and said:

"I, I, of course I am doing my duty faithfully, that is, I was not there when the northern skeletons invaded, otherwise I will definitely fight those undead to the death!"

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, feeling that he had handled it beautifully enough, but what Cyril said afterwards made his whole body stiff:
"Hey, that's right. At this time, everyone can abandon some small contradictions and sit here together. It is nothing more than because the news of the northern war was transmitted to Solconan by Mr. Nicole Roderick, and the court astrologer Carnegie The prophecy that Antonio bought with his life made the royal family make concessions, and then the major legions set off to the northern border—presumably everyone, you are very clear about these things related to the front line when I am in danger in La Rochelle?"

The half-elf boy stood upright, like the figures in the snowstorm of the Northern Border Race.His eyes swept over the faces of the nobles and ministers of the southern faction, and finally landed on Kelsen Herman gently, and then bowed slightly.

"Your Majesty, my lords, I am the one who sent the message to Lord Roderick."

Seeing that everyone was about to fall into an uproar again, Cyril was sure that these southern aristocrats didn't know much about him. They have conflicting interests—

It's a pity that they thought that what the eldest princess launched was a vase, a new vase that had just been released at the age of 15, and they wanted to suppress themselves like they usually suppress newcomers.

It's a pity that his, Cyril Adrian's achievements are enough to defeat any gossip!

"——If you don't believe me, you can summon Lord Roderick now, and he will prove it!" Cyril said loudly, calming the uproar again, and then he spoke as fast as a storm, but articulated his words clearly at them:

"Carnegie Antonio, who passed away at that time, left behind the divination results that there were dragons in the northern border and the tower collapsed, so a knight group rushed to the core of the northern border, the Tower of the North Wind, shattered the lich's conspiracy, and wiped out Saved the bone dragon that was about to recover, prevented the collapse of the Tower of the North Wind, and made the frontline fortress no need to worry about what was behind, this knight order!"

His voice stopped suddenly, like a galloping horse suddenly stopped, and the wild piano music suddenly stopped.

Then he stretched out his hand and called out his long sword from the space bracelet. Under the surprised eyes of everyone, the long sword was unsheathed with a "cang" sound, and under the infusion of magic power, the silver-white and holy light spread softly.

"Its name is the Knights of the Silver Blade, and its leader is Jane Christine."

"And I am a knight belonging to the Silver Blade Knights. Captain Christine personally bestowed this sword on me."

This is already the first time that the frying pan was on the conference table, but the main people in the uproar this time were the ministers of the capital, not the nobles in the south. A half-elf boy who still maintains the iconic "silver blade" luster of the Silver Blade Knights.

And Kelsen Herman, after a long period of silent listening, finally nodded slightly to Cyril——

Cyril saluted the king again, and he glanced at Anastasia, only to find that the latter looked at him with admiration for the first time.

He took a deep breath and was about to continue his narration, but he heard a depressing voice from the side:

"If, as you said, the Silver Blade Knights made such an outstanding contribution, why didn't Solkonan receive relevant battle reports?"

Cyril looked at the source of the voice, and found that it was Harry Ruskin, the Minister of Military Affairs who had tied Darren to speak before, who spoke.There was some inexplicable fatigue in his eyes, and his tone was hurried, but he didn't mean to make things difficult.

"My lord." He bowed slightly, and then said: "Because no one came back to get this share of military exploits, except for Captain Christine who faced the lich and the bone dragon alone and was seriously injured, the rest of the accompanying two hundred silver Blade Knights, all..."

Cyril paused for a moment, but found that the eyes of several nobles and ministers from the royal capital were all wide-eyed, and the military minister even covered his mouth.

He suddenly understood why he said that the nobles in the capital didn't like Commander Christine very much, but in front of the radical king, he might be able to get more appreciation.

For a moment, Cyril didn't know whether he should continue talking, but those eyes urged him, especially the military minister. He had already put his hands on the table, and bent his five fingers hard, as if he wanted to leave a mark on the table. next engraving.

He could only say the result slowly and clearly as possible:

"They were all... buried in the siege of frost giants and death knights."

The body of the military minister seemed to lose his strength, and he collapsed all of a sudden, and slid off the table. In the thumping sound, someone even fell to the ground with the chair, and then a minister ran over, stretched out his hand and grabbed him. He touched Cyril's collar, his face was pale and distorted, and his eyes were bloodshot:
"What you said is true?!"

Cyril looked at him motionless, until the man realized his gaffe and slowly let go of his hand, then he bowed slightly towards the man:

"My lord, everything...is true."

The man stumbled back, tripped over the leg of the chair, and fell to the ground. Someone wanted to pull him up, but the man waved his hand vigorously, and then cried loudly:

"K... Carter, my son, my son!"

His cry seemed to turn on some switch, and several people lay down on the table, sobbing softly.The eye sockets of several people with unusually stoic personalities were also flushed.

The military minister who was the first to collapse on the ground stood up and bowed deeply to King Kelsen: "Your Majesty, minister..."

And Kelsen was ready, he nodded to the Minister of Military Affairs: "I understand, and related rewards and memorials will be held later."

Bishop Photios stood up at the same time. He put his hand on his chest, holding the badge representing the Church of the Origin, and said in a low voice:
"Master Danya will bless these brave men who fight for their homeland, and may the stars shine on them."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, thank you, thank you Bishop."

The Minister of Military Affairs took a deep look at Cyril, and then slowly sat down.

And the rest of the people who lost their composure also returned to their positions.Cyril glanced over and saw that they seemed to have regained their composure, so he continued slowly:
"Captain Jane Christine personally guarded me. Because of my contribution in the Battle of the Tower of the North Wind, I was promoted to a knight and entrusted me with the number of the Silver Blade Knights. Now, I am the Silver Blade Acting head of the knight order. I wonder if this lord—" He turned to the southern nobleman who was the first to make things difficult, "My lord, do you have any objections to my rank?"

The southern noble could no longer speak. Even if he wanted to fight hard, his words were useless in front of a group of ministers who had just wept.

"As for the statement in my resume that I accompanied the Primordial Guard of the Karankin Church to destroy the Gray God Cult, the truth is that I saw through the cult priest who was disguised as a baron, and killed the priest who tried to descend into the world—you are right about Gray God It doesn’t matter if the religion doesn’t have a concept, baby stealers—you must all know this, right? They belong to the religion of the gray gods.”

"My lords, you can go to the Karankin Church and ask what is going on, unless you think I have the ability to let the high priest and knight captain of the Karankin Church tell lies and spread rumors for me, otherwise—"

Before Cyril could finish his sentence, Photios, who had not sat down for a long time, slowly raised his hand.He hurriedly stopped talking and saluted again, but saw the old man stand up and said solemnly:
"I don't think I need to go to Karankin to ask Theodor to prove this matter. In fact, I came to this meeting because I received their news." He smiled and nodded to Cyril , "Although it's not the day to award the reward, I can't wait to meet this young man who dared to destroy the stronghold of the cult in person. As expected, I was not disappointed. Thank you for your contribution to the people under Danya's gaze."

Cyril bowed again, full of surprises in his heart - this is definitely an extra boost, with the approval of the supreme bishop of the kingdom, no one dares to doubt this.

The southern nobles were completely silent at the moment. His eyes swept across the southern nobles who made things difficult for him, Duke Marcellus, and Darren's face, and finally retracted, his eyes drooping slightly.

"Then, let me ask the adults located in the south of the northern border."

"I fought against the undead in the wind and snow in the north. I was born in a death attack to kill the leader of a cult. I inherited the behest of the heroic souls of the Knights and came here in exchange for a piece of land that carries their dreams and opens up new strongholds." land, and I don’t know which lord erased them and my achievements together, and trampled this precious glory—"

"Is this what a nobleman and official of the kingdom should do?"

There was silence all around, and neither the neutral faction nor the southern faction had anything to say at this moment.Those who erased this achievement did not dare to speak, and the descendants of many people in the neutral faction were the creators of this "erased glory", so naturally they would not speak.

Up to the top, a figure stood up.

Anastasia Herman.

"Cyril Adrian." She said, and Cyril turned to look at her: "Your Highness, what advice do you have?"

"The fiefdom you expect is in the eastern Amathir region. It is true that there are many vacant lands that cannot be governed by the kingdom, but I think you should also be aware of the sensitivity of that area. The natural creatures living in the forest are not How do you solve the problem if humans are willing to encroach on areas close to the forest?"

Cyril's eyes lit up. He knew that it was the Eldest Princess who had diverted the topic from "qualifications for knighthood" to "benefits of knighthood". He immediately said:
"Your Highness, I am different from ordinary people. As you can see, I am a half-elf, and I have already met many elves and dwarves. With their assistance, the resistance of those races will naturally disintegrate."

"And there are endless resources hidden in the forest of Amasir. If they can be exploited, they will create infinite value. At the same time, in the face of the pressure from the northern undead and Eastern Orthodox Emma, ​​developing Amasir will help To expand the arms and form a cross-race coalition—"

He turned his gaze from Anastasia to Kelsen Herman, and then said slowly:
"Just as our ancestors crossed the Black Forest 400 years ago and emerged from the oppressive Ul St. Emma."

"Maybe La Rochelle is still stable at this moment, but I think this stability will be shattered by many factors in the near future."

"And I hope that when everything goes to the bad side, there will be a legion that breaks through the fog and blows the horn."

"Your Majesty, this is my request."

Cyril bowed again.

When he sat down again, there was a soft applause around him.

Blake Evans applauding.Then His Majesty Photios smiled and applauded.

Immediately afterwards, the applause continued.

　I don't know if I wrote it well, hey.

　　Thank you for the reward of 600 starting coins from the dark moon, and thank you for the reward of 400 starting coins from the Khan of the World.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)