Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 366 The Important Wind-Wind Festival
"A letter from Solkonan?"

Cyril hesitated to accept it. The letter was a crisp white envelope with small pigeon paw prints on it. There was no ambiguous pink or other threatening colors. There was no trace of magic power. Don't worry it was from a mage. mischief--

Simple legal prank props are still very popular among players in the game.And some prank props that are well done can even play a role in war, the most representative one is "Tyran's pseudo-dragon"-the props made by the mage successfully scared off a team from Ulsan Emma heavy cavalry.

But the price was that the town where the mage was located was run over by a group of Earth Dragoons following Ao San Emma, ​​and the city walls were flattened.

This letter may have been sent by Ms. Mia, but at the same time, it may also come from Her Royal Highness, or her bodyguard, and there is a very low probability that it will come from Roderick.

But Cyril held the letter, turned his head to look at Miss Elf who was full of curiosity, and even her face was close to his hand, and silently put away the letter.

"Tch..." Misha hissed for a while. The elf has a certain curiosity about things, but it's not so strong that it has to know.

"Oh, by the way, Miss Misha, I have something important to discuss with you." Cyril chose to throw the problem that bothered him to Misha, "If you don't mind, please chat with me here. "

Miss Elf immediately got excited, she casually sat down with her legs crossed, and at the same time combed her long blond hair by her ear, with a posture of listening attentively.

"I want to know, is there any way to quickly get acquainted with powerful... um, elves, or mages in Amasir?" Cyril said tactfully, "Siliki has encountered some troubles, if you There is a way, I hope you can..."

"Ah, this, didn't I mention it to you a long time ago?" Miss Misha immediately understood what Cyril wanted, and replied in an extremely relaxed tone, "Have you forgotten?"

She leaned back, with her long golden hair scattered behind her head like a waterfall, her soft waistline was like an arch bridge, the moonlight fell on her face, and her pointed ears gently Trembling, her melodious voice floated in this quiet courtyard:
"Listen, listen to the sound of waking up after the rain, listen to the sound of all things growing, we are bathed in the wind, we are bathed in nature, we are bathed in Nora's blessing—"

She straightened her waist and said slowly: "Mufeng Festival, Mufeng Ceremony, what better place to make friends than this? My fellow clan."

Cyril opened his mouth halfway, but he was not immersed in Miss Misha's singing——

It's because he simply forgot about Mufeng Festival.

As Siliki entered a period of high-intensity rapid development, Cyril put all these miscellaneous festival events behind him, and he thought more about the nearby biological nests, or whether there were any horse bandits that he could rob. One wave, practice your soldiers.

Until now, Miss Misha mentioned——yes, elves who live in seclusion have to effervescent, besides, there are dwarves, druids, and a group of followers of Nora to participate in the Wind Festival, what could be better than this? What about more concentrated "heavyweight" characters?

In his mind, he suddenly thought of a series of opportunities that might come with the Wind Festival: The most helpful point for the current Siliki is to get acquainted with the dwarves.

Crane also promised to trick a group of dwarves into blacksmithing him. As a result, for so many days, Crane fell on the skin of the petrified monitor lizard he brought back, and never moved from the nest, let alone met the dwarves.

The dwarves can ensure that Siliki has a good supply of weapons and equipment, and at the same time represent the authority to the mines leading to the mountains, which he must fight for.

And other than that, the rest of the natural creatures——

Cavalry, what they need most are high-quality war horses.If you can recognize the corresponding natural creatures and form a friendly relationship with them, maybe Pegasus and Julu are willing to join Siliki and fight for him?
Not to mention that the Deep Forest Council has to appear here, and the Windswept Festival is also an important day for the Council to analyze the forest situation.

"How long will the Mufeng Festival start?"

"One month and ten days... 45 days to go."

Miss Misha first mentioned this to him when he was in Solconan, but he completely forgot about it after he answered casually. It started until the time of Mufeng Festival in mid-July conflicted.

But now Siliki's most important starting period has passed, and there will be more than a month to consolidate, and then as long as he is not in a hurry to start a war with the Duke, he will be fine as a shopkeeper——

Atsk was in charge of training, and Cecilia Romanus was in charge of agriculture. As for internal affairs—what else did Siliki have?

what else?Tri-city union?Then there is Jin, who can't do such a small thing, so what else can he use to be "Count Moragher"?
In the game, Jean perfectly facilitated the alliance of the three cities, not to mention the fact that the alliance of the three cities has already begun to have a trend at this time, just waiting for Cecilia to produce some food...

Cyril's mood instantly brightened, as if he had put on a new pair of red underwear at the beginning of the new year.He got up and quickly thanked Miss Misha, then turned around and ran away with the letter in his pocket.

"Clan, don't you let me take a look?" Miss Misha shouted regretfully.

"No, no, no." Cyril slipped quickly.

He went back to his room, made sure that Caroline, Elena, or Nirola hadn't strayed into his room, and then locked the door with a click, then sat down at the table, and lit the magic Lamp, can't wait to put the letter flat on the table——

After doing all this, Cyril suddenly froze.

No, I just read a letter, why should I be so careful?

Although there is a great possibility that it is from Ms. Mia, it may also be Her Royal Highness, maybe Roderick wants to come here and say hello to me?
Too restless!
Cyril laughed at himself, and then sat upright, like a student who was afraid to sleep after being hit by Atsk on the head, and sat upright. He carefully opened the envelope and took out the letter paper.

The letter paper has a bit of old yellow, which is an extremely comfortable color for the eyes.The paper is light blue, elegant ink, purified from "ink grass flower", which is the ink commonly used by mages to draw magic circles, with a little fragrance.

He pinched the corner of the letter paper, glanced over the letter paper, and began to read:
"Respectfully:
Mr. Wei, long time no see, I miss you very much..."

　The content of the letter, the next chapter!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)