Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 440 The mission of expelling the Black Forest

Cyril admitted that at this moment, his body was stiff.

Although the robe was not completely naked, it was just silk pajamas.As "Mia" boldly posted,

At some point, he was already taller than Mia.The moist and hot breath just hit his neck lightly, making him feel like his body would go limp.

Cyril didn't even dare to turn his head or lower his head to look at it, maybe because he was afraid that the wet lips would be too deadly, or the scenery under the open robe would be too alluring.

Hey, hey, do I have such an exaggerated desire for Miss Mia in my memory?Read the memory to seek truth from facts, you make it very difficult for me.

Cyril maintained that stiff posture quite embarrassingly, but "Mia" also maintained that movement, and did not intrude too much——

"How about it, what's your decision?" The soft voice penetrated into my ears, "There are only you and me here, no one else will come."

Like a teenage girl in revealing clothes who opens the door and invites you, there is no doubt that her words are at their peak.

But what answered her was a soft sigh from the boy.

"Although, Miss Mia is still practicing spells seriously in Solkonan at this time, waiting to come to Siliki to help me conquer the world. I don't think you will have such a radical idea—besides, how could Miss Mia Make such a behavior? Your performance is too exaggerated."

He raised his hand and pushed "Mia" away, and the latter followed his movements and fluttered backwards, landing a few meters away from his side, and the expression on his face instantly became calm as usual.

"Moreover, Ms. Gerstaff—no, I think to be precise, you should be just a thought body left by that lady in her vase? Do you think it is possible for me to see through your identity? Bewitched by you again?" Cyril looked up at her, with a light tone but an extremely firm expression: "And the most important point, Ms. Gerstaff, what you don't understand is—"

"Pure love for warriors, will kill tauren."

He watched "Mia"'s expression freeze, and then the girl raised her head, with an exaggerated smile on her face, and then burst into laughter: "Haha, hahahaha!"

She smiled unabashedly, and that face changed rapidly at the same time, turning into a standard elf face after a while.

And the laughter also stopped.

"Congratulations, descendant of the elves." She said slowly, "You successfully passed the test."

"Test? Ms. Gerstaff, oh, maybe I should call you Ms. Bottle?" Cyril lowered his sword instead and smiled, "You seem to be joking?"

"Perseverance and will will not be bound by past memories or other things. Such qualities are the key to passing the test."

That elf—no, it should be the remnant soul of "Gargarstaff", the bottle lady did not change her narrative rhythm because of Cyril's words, and continued to expound gracefully like a common elf.

"You know your companion, the one you... put away?" She frowned slightly at this moment, as if she realized that there was something wrong with the big book in Cyril's hand before, but she continued to say Go down: "Do you know what he saw?"

"He is addicted to his past memories." Cyril replied casually.

"That's right, he saw his childhood sweetheart, and kept her firmly behind him." The bottle lady added Cyril's answer, "The Black Forest will give you similar illusions, and it will even intensify to deceive you. Such qualities are the key to resisting the Black Forest."

"Oh? Resist the Black Forest?" Cyril's expression became serious: "So, what exactly is the test you are talking about."

"Can't you guess?" Ms. Bottle sighed, she turned around, walked gracefully to the stone table and sat down, and picked up the bottle on the table with one hand: "Inherit Ge Jia Cetaphil, my past will, continues to resist the Black Forest."

"But as far as I know, Gerstaff has been working hard to revive the tree of life all her life. Her story is told by the elves, and her spirit of hard work is inherited by today's elves. Today's elves are still working day and night Looking for a way to revive the tree of life."

Every time Cyril said something, he saw the corners of Ms. Bottle's mouth curl up involuntarily. His voice was extremely impassioned, but then turned into doubt:
"But, Ms. Gerstaff, what does this have to do with resisting the Black Forest?"

"Because—because of the existence of the tree of life, the front of the forest can be stabilized, and by increasing the number of trees of life, it is possible to counterattack the Black Forest. You know, although the Moon Spring has disappeared, the tree species of the tree of life remain to this day Not a lot. If there are enough trees of life, there will be no Black Forest in the entire forest."

As she spoke, she stood up suddenly, holding the bottle on her chest with both hands, and walked quickly to Cyril: "Can you hear me, my past, my original body's call, drive out all the black forests?" go out--"

Her eyes met Cyril's.

These are undoubtedly a pair of very beautiful eyes, the crystal blue eyes seem to reflect the sky, and the pupils reflect the green eyes of young people, layer upon layer, it seems that they can see each other's hearts.

"My descendants." She said slowly, "The Black Forest is the existence that Lord Nora is most ashamed of. She desperately wants to erase it, but she is powerless, because indeed, it is a symbol of her negative emotions. She may have left this world because of guilt, because her actions have brought unnecessary burdens to her people, because she has made them bear unnecessary responsibilities—”

"But if we can get rid of all the black forests, as you know, Lord Nora, she has been watching us, watching our world, if she knows that her people have been working hard for her, And she will achieve something in the end, and she will return to the world in joy."

"Ah, Nora's grace, Nora's blessing, I seem to have seen that scene, I have tried hard, but my ability is not enough, I failed."

"And you, my descendant. You have this character, you have a firm will, you are the elf I have seen, the most hopeful for Nora to return—"

Every word of her sound was full of sincerity, and the gentle wind blew past Cyril's ears, making him almost intoxicated by the responsibility and glory carried in the words.

Cyril watched as Ms. Gerstaff held out both hands, the crystal bottle was already in front of him, as long as he stretched out his hand, he could take it——

"So, take me, you will become the bestower of Master Nora's fortune, the entire forest, even the forest without the Black Forest will call your name, your name—"

"Cyril Adrian..." he murmured, and slowly raised his hand.But Gerstav's hands moved forward even more, and she almost took the initiative to "plug" the bottle into Cyril's hands.

"Yes, Cyril, Cyril Adrian, take me, take me, and you'll have the power—"

The voice of uncontrollable ecstasy stopped abruptly at this moment.

Then there was a "bang" sound.

The cyan light illuminated the expression of Gergarstaff, also illuminated the indifferent face of Cyril Adrian, and even more illuminated the face that was soaring in mid-air and held in the hands of Gergarstaff as a treasure just now. bottle.

The long sword pointed obliquely at the air until the cyan arc dissipated, maintaining that posture.

"Who are you fooling, the culprit who polluted this forest?"

He said lightly.

(End of this chapter)