Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 277 The Coking Incident
Cyril didn't know how long this burst of light lasted, and the time seemed extremely long in such an atmosphere.

He listened quietly to the sound of the wind, as if he felt something calling him from above.When he raised his head subconsciously and looked in the direction of the call, he only saw a hazy light.

He felt that someone was speaking to him, it was in a language he didn't understand, but every sound was gentle and bouncing, like the wind of joy.

And in this gentle voice, he felt himself stuck in it.

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Golden light came through the window, falling on him and on the floor.He sat up and stared dazedly at the shadows of the swaying plants on the ground for a while before realizing that they were the reflections of the potted plants placed by the window.

I'm asleep?
Cyril shook his head and looked around - he should have slept in the bedroom on the fourth floor of the Wind Building, only here can be higher than the flourishing branches and leaves of the Tree of Life.

Miss Misha's big book was gone, his sword was lying on a table beside the table... a blond girl was lying on the table, her face was facing his direction.

She seemed to be having a sweet dream, her lips were still parted in her sleep, with a little water, as if she had just been licked with a small tongue, and the saliva also flowed from the corner of her mouth, onto her sleeve.

Who is not good to learn from, learn from Caroline.

Cyril shook his head, stood up, and slept with his clothes on, it seemed that he was just carried to the bed.He looked at the thin clothes on Elena's body, and was thinking of finding something to cover her with, when he heard the sound of footsteps, and then Miss Elf appeared at the door of the room with a tray.

"Ah, have your fellows woke up? Just try the elf's special breakfast, the freshest vegetable and fruit salad, you will never eat such things in a human place—"

She put the tray on the table, poked Alina's little face with her finger, then stuffed a leaf of some vegetable into Alina's mouth, and watched the girl swallow it with a gurgling mouth. Just took a spoon and stirred in the bowl on the tray, and then handed the big bowl to Cyril.

"This is..." Cyril wanted to say something, but the fragrance of vegetables and fruits had already stimulated his stomach to growl.

Only then did he feel how much his body was thirsting for food. Although the scene last night had strengthened his body—whether it was still full at this moment, like the wind element pool doubled in size, or the air between his hands and feet. This feeling of lightness can prove this, but there is no doubt that it consumes a lot of his physical energy.

He took the bowl, devoured the sweet and sour salad with complex layers, and ate half of the bowl in one go, then stopped and asked:
"Miss Misha, where's the druid?"

"Druid? You mean the bald head? Ah, he flew away on a bird and said 'I will definitely come back'. I think he is very interesting." Miss Elf said briskly.

"Then, where is Elandar? Where did the Elf Elder of this clan go?" Cyril had just asked, but a gentle male voice came from outside the window:

"Are you looking for me? A distinguished guest of the Wind Tower?"

In the voice, Yilandar's head poked in through the window-Cyril remembered that the outside of this bedroom was not a balcony.He looked outside and saw the Elf Elder sitting on a long vine.

How despicable not to have to take the stairs up.

Yilandar disappeared again, and a moment later, his tall figure appeared at the door, then he bowed his head and walked into the room.

Cyril suddenly became nervous. He put the bowl and spoon on the table, stood up, but saw Yilandar waved to him, then found a chair and sat down naturally, and said slowly: "Half-elf, Don't be so nervous, I am not those old-fashioned, among the Clary elves, I am the gentlest and most advanced."

Cyril relaxed a little. He watched Yilandar easily staggered his hands on the table, quickly sorted out what he wanted to say in his mind, and finally decided to ignore those twists and turns, and asked straight to the point: " Dear elder, I want to know what you said last night... what do you mean?"

"Before the topic starts, I would like to make a brief self-introduction." Ilandar smiled, "I, Ilandar, have been the elder of the Congye clan for 300 years."

Cyril took a deep breath, and honestly reported his real name: "Cyril Adrian."

Ilandar showed a little puzzled look: "Adrien? I'm curious, which of your parents is an elf and which is a human? Whose surname is this?"

But Cyril shook his head: "Sorry, I don't know anything about it." Being an orphan in the future seems to be a very common setting, but it still feels very strange when it really falls on me.

"Well, it's not important." Yilandar spread his hands, his overly gentle attitude made Cyril always feel a little weird, but at least the other party was willing to communicate so gently, it was better than the deep gap between the two .And Erendar continued: "So where do we start?"

Cyril took a deep breath, without any miscellaneous chatter, and went straight to the point. He couldn't be more satisfied with this kind of communication: "I want to know the whole story of this matter."

"Actually, it's not that complicated." Ellandar replied directly, with an unchanged expression, "An area in the Black Forest has undergone a mutation and continues to expand. It doesn't transform the forest into the Black Forest, but transforms the forest into the Black Forest. The forest is 'evicted' outside - I guess you should know this, we call it a 'scorch event'"

Cyril nodded, he had roughly heard these contents from Raz.

"So the problem is that you can't solve this incident." Cyril sat up straighter.

"No, this incident cannot be resolved under the restrictions." Yilandar's eyes suddenly filled with oppression, as if Cyril's words touched some thunder point, "I think you should know what is called the level of strength. Restrictions? Transcendents can’t enter that area, even professionals who have been promoted for a long time can’t enter—”

"But the result is still the same. You still can't solve this incident." Under such oppressive eyes, Cyril didn't have the slightest intention to back down.He looked directly at Elandar, and he had already sorted out all this in his heart:
Gene O'Connor will solve this turmoil in future generations, because this scorched area has great restrictions on elves - the strong cannot enter, and the less powerful elves will be affected by the debuff in the area - This was revealed during the conversation between Elandar and Ellago last night.

After all, this is actually an independent copy. If Cyril guessed correctly, this should be a magic plain with level restrictions.

His conversation with Elder Elder was the pre-quest for opening the dungeon.

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