Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 38 Mage Tower ([-]) [Ask for a ticket! 】

He opened his eyes, and above his head was the shiny off-white ceiling reflected by the fire.

Unfamiliar ceiling.

His mind was still dizzy, and the disgusting feeling of being in the fog of war surged in his throat.The fog of war released during the brief fusion between the Necromancer and the Orb of Corruption is undeniably corrosive.

And Cyril, who was the closest to the necromancer, and even protruded into its face, was the most traumatized, just like squatting next to a smoker's mouth and smelling second-hand smoke. Fado supported.

If he hadn't charged Morris in time to push Morris to the broken stone wall, let the fog of war be blown away by the wind, and took the corrupted orb out of Morris' body, he might have stayed for five seconds longer, and it would have been Cyril who fell.

He tried to prop himself up a bit, but his sore arms made it impossible for him to move much.But this action immediately alarmed the other people in the room. First, the sound of light and light footsteps quickly approached the bed, and a warm towel was held by a small hand to wipe his face.

Cyril tilted his head slightly, and saw Caroline's iconic short silver hair, softly attached to the girl's forehead.He vaguely felt that the girl's face seemed to be rounder again, and wondered if she ate a lot of food before going out.

"I went back to the tavern?" He opened his mouth, and his throat couldn't help but feel a little sore.

And another voice sounded immediately, taking his words: "You finally woke up, and now you are on the 43rd floor of the Mage Tower, my resting place."

The leather boots stepped on the wooden floor, making a trampling sound. Cyril looked towards the source of the sound from the corner of his eye, but saw a middle-aged man wearing a limp and tattered mage hat, holding two huge wooden cup, walking towards the bed.

"Come on, little girl, get a glass."

He handed the cup to Caroline, then reached out to support Cyril's back so that he could sit on the edge of the bed, and then handed the large wooden cup that was more than [-] centimeters long to Cyril:
"Come on, take a sip of this, it's good for you."

He didn't care whether Cyril drank or not, he raised his head and gulped down a few mouthfuls, then pulled the curtain and wiped his mouth, and let out a hearty laugh:

"Hahaha, happy!"

Cyril took a sip suspiciously. As soon as the plain-smelling liquid rolled into his throat, an unspeakable bitterness and acridity erupted, which made him cough again and again, and a lot of the liquid in the wooden cup spilled out. .Amidst the man's loud laughter, Cyril looked at him in disbelief:

"We're drinking the same thing?"

"Of course it's a thing." The man seemed tired from laughing, panting while holding his waist.

Seeing the eyes of the young half-elf lying on the bed gradually becoming weird, he quickly waved his hands and explained: "This is the Bangen Lingcao Dubi Fruit Wine, which can detoxify. Feel it, isn't your head so dizzy?"

Cyril followed his words to think, only to realize that his mind was indeed much clearer, and the other party was still instigating:

"Drink the whole cup and you'll get better faster. Even meditation will get twice the result with half the effort."

"No need." Cyril resolutely refused, and the other party still had some regrets: "Tsk, if you drink too much, you will find that this stuff tastes very good."

Dead people think it's good to drink anything, but they have no sense of taste anyway - Cyril complained in his heart, but his face was naturally calm.

He looked at this man wearing a scruffy mage hat. He looked about the same age as Roderick. He was clean-shaven and his hair was much thicker than Roderick's, but it looked like he hadn't washed it for many days and was in a mess. pile up.

It goes really well with his scruffy mage hat.

"Oh, yes, I am a graduate of the Royal Mages Academy, and now I belong to the mage of the Tower of the North Wind, Harvey Raize." He carelessly pulled a chair and sat down by the bed, introducing himself, "Major It's an atmospheric spell, probably... the sixth ring?"

The six-ring atmosphere mage, Harvey Ruize.

Cyril memorized the name silently. He didn't remember the name of such a mage in the history of La Rochelle. He presumably died in the battle of the Tower of the North Wind and failed to spread to the players' ears. middle.

But the mage who graduated from the Royal Mage Academy...maybe at the same time as Roderick?
This made him look at Ruize a few more times. The other party's words and deeds were really sloppy and sloppy. At this time, one leg was crossed, and both hands kept tapping on the calf under the mage's robe.

"I'm Ivor Wei." Cyril swallowed, still dispelling the strange taste of the wine, "a knight."

"A knight." Ruize repeated Cyril's words, then put down his crossed legs, and sat closer to the bed, "Then, this knight of Wei, can you tell me about the Mage Tower in detail?" What happened in there?"

He said, squinting his eyes, staring at the boy's face: "And a knight will break into the mage's tower—"

The room was suddenly silent.Cyril and Ruize's brown eyes looked at each other for a moment, and there was no emotion in those eyes.

Then Cyril made a long sound and spoke slowly:
"I think—Your Excellency, as a mage with six rings, you were not seen when the bone frame was dismantled in the mage tower. I rescued one of your apprentices and three mages, and I also saved the mage tower for you. What kind of praise, but still have to be questioned by Your Excellency?"

He folded his hands in front of his lower abdomen, tapped the index finger of one hand on the back of the other hand, and asked casually, but his eyes moved to Carlo who was sitting quietly by the bed with his back to Ruize Lynn.

Cyril didn't know why Caroline also appeared at the top of the mage tower, and what was even more strange was that the girl hadn't said a word until now, and she should have started asking questions in normal times.

Ruize froze for a moment, and then let out a burst of hearty laughter:

"Hahaha, Ivor, I was just joking with you. Of course, it was my negligence this time. At that time, I was repairing the defensive circle outside—yes, the defensive circle of the Tower of the North Wind was made of I was in charge of the repairs. Fortunately, I arrived in time, at least I didn’t let you fall, Ivor.”

He paused slightly, and then continued: "I thank you personally, but I can't give you anything. But the Mage Tower will show you our sincerity."

Only then did Cyril smile, waved his hands and said, "I don't intend to ask for rewards from the Mage Tower. After all, it is my duty as a knight to drive those dirty undead out of La Rochelle, even if I am only poor. A shield and a sword are left, and I have no armor, and I will do my best to fight the undead."

As he said, he turned his eyes to the bed, where was his equipment - a thick coat, the shield of the Crusader Knight, the sword of the Silver Blade Knight and the broken sword...

Seeing that all his things were listed by the wall, Cyril felt a thump in his heart——

The necklace with fragments of the corrupted orb that had been wrapped around the broken sword was gone.

　Seeing that there is a book list on Youshu that accepted my book, it actually said that my grades are not good enough to predict eunuchs.

　　Under the overpass, I took a bite of the [-] cents cold biscuits, and typed this chapter hard on the keyboard.

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(End of this chapter)