Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 352 Capitalists Talk About Dreams
The female mercenary known as "Sher" looked at Cyril, as if she had the look of a big sister threatening Zhengtai in the comics of the past.What made her a little dissatisfied was that the young man was obviously not that interesting—he didn't show any fear or embarrassment, but suppressed all expressions.

Just looking at her with those green eyes, she thought she was staring at a pool of deep water.

Such an expression made Schell, who is not rough, realize that the young man in front of him may not be as immature as his face, which looks strange and tender to the mercenaries who have experienced the wind and rain, and it is by no means What is the relationship between Saul Konan plugged in.

She became a little vigilant, but the smile on her face didn't fade away at all.

It just changed from the smile of an old fox to the smile of a hungry wolf.

And Cyril, at the moment her expression changed, suddenly said:

"Sher, can you tell me your full name?"

Hungry Wolf's smile stopped, paused, and then replied: "Of course, lord, Sheil Feng, this is my full name—"

"Okay then, Shell, I'll just assume that's your full name. My name is Cyril, Cyril Adrian." Cyril grabbed the conversation unceremoniously, stretched out his hand and pointed forward: "Do you mind sitting down and talking? I think we can have a good talk, Leonardo said, Shell, you are a very interesting person, and I also like to make interesting people—"

While he was talking, his eyes never left Shell's face.Her appearance is not in the forefront among the women Cyril is familiar with. The one who is more similar to her is Jane Christine, but the head of Christine is more heroic than her.

She is more like a female leopard, from the eyebrows to the red ponytail, to her torso, she has a wild feeling.The slender legs and waist undoubtedly have explosive strength. Although the chest is too flat, it will not be burdensome. When she holds the sword, the movements she can make must be more rapid and wide open. combine.

At this time, the female leopard's eyes were shining again, as if realizing that the young lord was trying to take the initiative back from her, so she took a step ahead of him and walked into the house, letting out a hearty laugh:
"Of course, Earl Adrian—what are you doing in a daze, keep playing music, keep dancing!"

She suddenly pointed at the mercenaries who stopped their movements and waited to watch the "big sister's head train the newcomer".

And amidst the mess of voices and the dance of the mercenaries that had nothing to do with beauty, Cyril and Cher had already sat down.The grilled charred meat was passed up on a skewer, and Cyril took a bite, knowing why the mercenary was thrown out of the window before—this roast was really hard to describe.

I don't know how Shell ate it.

He put down the iron sign, and didn't give Shell a chance to throw the mercenary out again, rushing to say:

"As you know, I'm from Salconan, I don't know if you've been there."

Cher withdrew his hand reaching out to the mercenary, and replied: "Count Adrian, I don't really want to talk about those things that are too far away, why don't you talk about me, Leonardo said I am interesting, but What do you think?"

"I think? Let me think about it. I heard from the mercenaries—Amasir's Scarlet Thunder, to have such a title, you should have very good speed. In the mercenary world of Amasir You are extremely famous here, and you think your strength is outstanding." That was the title Cyril heard from the mercenary chat just now, and he immediately used it, and then continued: "You like this—let me guess, O'Connell Didn't the Duke of Nan never recruit you?"

"Of course." She raised her proud head, her voice confident: "The price that Duke O'Connor offered me was three Gentry per month, and at the same time, he was willing to ask the druid for the price of natural blessings for me." force."

"Oh—that's really amazing." Cyril drew a long voice, observed the haughty expression on Shell's face, and suddenly changed his voice: "But I can't afford the high price he offered."

"I think so. After all, Earl Adrian is still young and has no foundation. He can't be as rich and powerful as the Duke. I was mentally prepared before I came, a little lower..."

"Eight silver terries, per month."

Just after Cyril finished this short sentence, there was a "boom" sound on the low table in front of him - Shell's fist landed heavily on the low table, and a "tsk" came out of his mouth. One sound:
"Earl Adrian, I don't seem to hear clearly, the price you just offered is—"

"Eight silver terries a month, Miss Shell."

It was Cyril's turn to put a smile on his face.He stood up, helped up the mercenary who was frightened by the angry Sher's punch, and slowly said with his hands behind his back:

"As you can see, Shelley is just starting out, and he can even be said to be poor. Unless it is someone who can immediately improve the situation of Sealy, I can't offer a high salary. Now there is only one person who can have a high salary. -"

"Am I not as good as her?" Sher's mouth twitched constantly, and he said while holding back his anger.

"For urban construction, yes." Cyril spread her hands, "She can feed the entire population of Siliki, and will feed tens of thousands of people in Siliki, Yevwind, and Somi in the future, and even more people —You shouldn’t be able to do that.”

The aura that Shell had accumulated just now suddenly faltered, and he had no idea that Cyril would include non-combatants among them.

Cyril already had a complete set of rhetoric in his mind. Although such rhetoric made him feel a bit like the unscrupulous capitalist boss in his previous life, who didn't pay people and only talked about dreams with people, he still bit the bullet and said down:

"I don't think you came to Silikie for a high salary, Cher, maybe you were called by your friends, maybe you were interested in other things, these are not important, since you are here, I can tell you that in the whole La Rochelle , what only the current Siliki can offer you, and what no one else can offer you."

There was silence around, and the mercenaries stopped what they were doing again, but this time there was no Shell's "continue to play music and then dance".

Not far away, Leonardo and Atsk were whispering, and the experienced two kept talking to Cyril, as if they were accusing Cyril of his despicable behavior of "painting cakes".

But Cyril didn't see the reaction of the two of them. He faced Sher, who was frowning and staring at him, and suddenly quickly lowered his body, sticking to her ear that was protruding from the hair, and the tip of the long ear brushed Sheer. Her bangs made her startled.

While she was in a daze, Cyril quickly said a bunch of words:

"It's ambition."

"Born out in the future, the ambition to save the entire La Rochelle."

(End of this chapter)