Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 262 No One Knows Elves Better Than Me
The three finally sat at the table, and Elena and Misha couldn't help but move their seats a little further away from that person.

And Cyril's attention was all focused on that strange armor of that man, and instead he sat a little closer quietly, staring at that man's armor from the corner of his eye, curious at the same time, what is this man's armor like? Can the onion helmet, which looks like there is only a horizontal slit, really allow him to see the outside?

Such exotic costumes are rare even among players. Cyril has seen pumpkin heads, turkey heads, apple heads, alpaca heads, swaying eel heads, and even poop heads, but he has never seen this kind of clothes connected with armor. Airtight full body onion suit.

"Want to touch it?"

The voice of the middle-aged man suddenly sounded, which made Cyril realize that his gaze seemed to be a bit too much. He quickly waved his hand and retracted his gaze, but he heard the other party say in a friendly way:
"Leonardo."

"Leonardo?"

"My name." The weird man in onion stretched out his hand, and handed the frayed gauntlet to Cyril. Cyril shook it lightly, "My name is Ivor."

"Ivor? Good name. Where are these two lovely ladies?" Leonardo asked Alina and Misha with a smile.

"This is Elina, and this is Misha." Cyril briefly introduced, and then asked: "Mr. Leonardo, the wine in Yevwind's tavern is probably sold out, right? "

After a brief acquaintance, it is naturally time for small talk. Cyril's purpose is to find someone to collect information. This Leonardo is so proactive, it is perfect for him.

Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to ask questions directly, he had to walk step by step, otherwise, it would be easy to pull the ball.Who knows if the other party is an important companion of Baron Jean?
Unexpectedly, Leonardo became interested instead, and his muffled voice after being filtered by the helmet rose a lot: "Hey, I won't be sleepy if you say this. I thought I could drink the fruit of the elf when I came here. Niang, who knew you couldn't even enter the forest—ah, or maybe we're in the forest, but there are no elves here?"

He seemed to be joking, and there was no trace of malice in his words.Cyril patted the table and responded, "That's right, there's no wine, no elves, it's so annoying!"

But his words made Leonardo's voice a lot more serious: "Hey, boy, you are young, don't be a drunkard, be careful that the girls smell the alcohol on you, turn around and run away!"

Elena couldn't help but chuckled softly, while Miss Misha was still curled up in her robe silently, keeping a low profile.Cyril then asked:

"Brother Leonardo, you said that there is no alcohol or elves here, what are you doing here?"

"You don't know?" Leonardo asked back, and then seemed to have guessed something, and let out a long sigh: "Oh... Seeing that you are so young, you may not be the same as them. Let me tell you like this :
Most of them came for the reward order of Baron Silikie, that boy from the O'Connor family paid a generous commission. There were at least two mercenary regiments present. The area is well-known, well, the group on the left is the Weeping Vine Mercenary Group, and the one on the right is the Wild Mercenary Group. "

He reported the names of the two mercenary groups, and Cyril looked blank, he had never heard of them.

"It's normal if you don't know. Amasir's big mercenary group is not willing to get involved in this matter. It is said that this mission is related to the Black Forest, and no one is willing to touch that bad luck."

Leonardo is extremely talkative, chatting with Cyril.Most of the people present were mercenaries hired by Baron Jean. They gathered in the tavern at this time, waiting for the results of the discussion between the two mercenary regiment leaders. Leonardo, who is an idler, did not do not understand.

"As for me, it's just that I haven't been here for a long time, and I just want to take a stroll and meet the elves." Leonardo laughed, "As for conquest of the Black Forest? I might as well go to the cooking pot Soup—hey, I'm quite confident in making soup, and I'll give you a taste when I have a chance."

"Okay, I'm good at barbecue, let's go together next time." Cyril replied casually.

He has already got enough words from this weird guy named Leonardo. If he stays here, he will probably clear the place when the two mercenary groups meet later. If he doesn't leave now, there may be something else later Trouble.

Thinking this way, he was about to find an excuse to sneak out with Misha and Elena, but Leonardo beside him suddenly moved closer, and said in a low voice:
"Hey, Brother Ivor, let me tell you that you, a half-elf, brought an elf and a human to a place like this, how brave you are?"

The thoughts of the half-elf boy were suddenly disturbed. He subconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, his whole body stiffened. He cast his eyes on Misha who was seated opposite him, but saw that the elf lady was also facing a formidable enemy, and she was touching the hood with one hand. Inside, one hand had already grabbed Alina's arm.

But Leonardo's immediate addition made him calm down again:

"Hey hey, take it easy, I won't report you, it's better to say that I had a good chat with you - why don't we continue chatting in another place? Listening to you talking about barbecue, I'm a little hungry."

As Leonardo said so, he stood up first and motioned for Cyril to follow him out.

Cyril continued to look at Misha, who was seated opposite him. Miss Elf hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly to him—this action meant that Leonardo really had no malice.

He let go of the hilt of the sword, followed Leonardo out of the tavern, and reached into the hood with the other hand to touch—his and Misha's long ears were obviously well hidden, wrapped in cloth, and they didn't know that Leo How did Leonardo see their identities.

"Don't touch them, elves and half-elves, I know them very well."

After leaving the tavern, Leonardo's voice became louder, and he walked forward with his hands on his waist. It was only then that Cyril noticed that he was carrying an extremely old-looking large sword on his back. The scabbard and hilt were wrapped in cloth, which was really inconspicuous compared to the onion armor on his body.

"Ordinary people are not familiar with elves and half-elves." Cyril confirmed that there were no eyes and ears around him, and his voice became louder.

Leonardo turned around and gave a strong thumb with his right hand in front of him. A hearty laugh came from under the helmet: "What does this mean? It means that I am not ordinary!"

"Why?" Elena asked, Leonardo's actions and words were too amusing, and his non-hostile friendly attitude finally made her unable to hold back in the tavern before opening her mouth.

And Leonardo touched his chin, pretending to be deep, and lowered his voice: "Because..."

He beckoned, and when Elena and Cyril walked in, he suddenly burst into wild laughter:

"My wife is an elf, and my daughter is a half-elf. Tell me, can I not be familiar with elves and half-elves? Hahaha!"

On the quiet street of Yevwind, the wanton and arrogant laughter of this strange middle-aged man was blown by the night wind and blown far away——

Somewhere, the half-elf girl put down her long sword, was about to end her training, and took a short rest when she sneezed suddenly.

"Too much training, is it cold?" A gentle voice came from behind her.

She shook her head:
"I'm fine, Your Highness."

(End of this chapter)