Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 533 Encounter in a Tavern
On the way back, when Siliki's army accidentally rested in the city, they encountered the Amasir Nature Guard.

The leader of the Amathir Nature Guard is the eldest son of the O'Connor family, Hobart O'Connor.

The young man who was suspected to be about to inherit the title of "Duke of Amasir" from his father didn't feel much complacent after winning, and he didn't even look as good as he did during the Wind Festival.

Lewis Zimmerman and Amy Harbor followed him, drinking with him in the tavern.When Cyril walked into the tavern and walked to their table, he didn't even cheer up to say hello, his eyelids almost closed together.

"Why are you?" Amy Harbor looked at Cyril in surprise, and the latter simply sat next to him and asked the waiter for a wine glass.

"What's wrong with him?" Cyril asked softly to Amy Harper, who shook his head, "It's nothing serious, he was cursed by the Necromancer, and he was depressed, and he couldn't be interested in doing anything in a short time .”

"The priests of Yuanchu Church didn't untie it for him?"

"The structure of this curse is too complicated. Priests below the professional level cannot undo it, and those above the professional level do not have the energy. There are too many wounded soldiers to heal, so this kind of insignificant curse naturally cannot be ranked."

As Haber said, he sighed again, "But even if the curse is lifted, his mood probably won't be much better."

"Ok?"

"Naturally, the guards have suffered heavy losses. Even if Master Hobart is the most respected son of the Duke, he will probably be punished. Maybe the inheritance rights may not be stable..."

"Master Joyce, as the Chief Instructor of the Nature Guard, usually has more power to speak than Master Hobart..."

Zimmerman, who was seated opposite, couldn't help talking, and before he could leave his mouth, Hobart slapped the table hard, "Don't mention him, annoying!"

The four sons of the O'Connor family, the eldest son Hobart, the second son Morey, the third son Joyce, and the fourth son Jean.Apart from Gene, who was in charge of internal affairs in Sillike, and Morey, who was imprisoned as an idler in Scilikie, only the eldest son Hobart and the third son Joyce were left to contend for the inheritance.

As for who would lead the team to Northern Xinjiang, there was some dispute within Duke Amasir's family, and Hobart may even have issued a military order—but now that Duke O'Connor is in poor health, the record of Northern Xinjiang It is very likely that the next succession will be determined.

"Although the Natural Guards suffered heavy losses, their merits cannot be denied. Without the contribution of Master Hobart, the defense line of Duoyin Plain may not be able to hold on, and the Tower of the North Wind may be attacked by the undead first." Cyril calmly He said, "From this point of view, I don't think Joyce O'Connor will have the advantage of competing with you for the right to inherit."

"Hey, he, at most he can lead the army. If the finances are handed over to him, Amathir's financial resources will be squandered within three years." Hobart half closed his eyes and rolled his eyes, and he hadn't read it yet. It is clear who is sitting opposite him.

"It's true, Master Hobart is more versatile than Master Joyce, but..." Zimmerman subconsciously interjected, and what he didn't say was "Compared to the young man in Silikie, he is more versatile than Master Joyce." Much worse."

But he suddenly realized that the young man he wanted to praise seemed to be sitting opposite him?
"Earl Siliki, why are you here?" He finally realized his identity, and said with a straight face—the two mages seemed to have subconsciously ignored the person who was discussing the O'Connor family affairs with him, which was O'Connor The great enemy that the Na family is about to face.

"Earl Siliki?" Hobart opened his eyes, rubbed his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him, with an angry look on his face, "You, you sneak attack on our O'Connor family's territory..."

"To return to Amasir, this route is naturally the most convenient." Cyril seemed not to have heard what Hobart said, and took it for granted, "Don't worry, we are not enemies, at least not now."

He took a sip of the dark brown fruit wine in front of him, and took a sip. The wine had a lot of impurities and a bitter taste.

"Master Hobart, what I said did not mean to be ridiculed. It is true that the Natural Guards suffered heavy losses, but their heroic performance is worthy of admiration, and the military exploits they have gained are enough to satisfy your father." He turned to look at Huobar Burt said enthusiastically, "Out of respect for the dead, we, Silikie, will not attack the O'Connor family's territory until January next year."

"You!" Hobart slammed the table hard, stood up, and was about to draw his sword, but a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and the long sword at the boy's waist was already pointing at his throat.

"Master Hobart, during this period of time, I hope you can carefully consider how to treat your neighbors—"

After Cyril finished speaking, he quickly drew back his long sword, then put a silver terry on the table, silently glanced at the two professional-level mages, turned and left the tavern.

"A vassal's vassal is not my vassal", this concept applies to the worldview of [Path of Glory].

Although the Duke of Amasil did not cause trouble for La Rochelle like the southern nobles, he was not so peaceful.Otherwise, Solkonan would not have "acquiesced" Earl Siliki's civil war behavior, and what the eldest princess said to Cyril back then is enough proof.

And if Cyril wants to have enough manpower, it is inevitable to hold Amasir in his hands.

The only difference lies in how to treat the original Duke of Amasir, the O'Connor family.

The chance meeting in the tavern was a choice for Master Hobart.

As for whether he can grasp it... that's another matter.

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Although Siliki is located in the north, due to the Simatar Mountains, the cold current in winter generally has little impact on it. In November, in previous years, you only need to wear a thin cotton coat, which is almost the same as usual.

But at the end of November this year, it was much colder than in previous years.

Misha Eshivan was sitting on a bench in the central square of Siliki, the sun at four o'clock in the afternoon fell on her body, but she didn't feel any real warmth.

She looked not far away at the swallow's nest built under the red eaves of the bakery with excellent craftsmanship, and the gray singing swift that was flapping its wings and feeding the chicks-this weak "magic beast" had a whole body. Greyish gray feathers that sing sweetly before it rains.

The long branches of banyan willows hang down, blocking the front of the eaves, like the outer curtains of a bakery.Misha saw the orange-yellow sun slanting down on the top of the chimney of the house through the disc-like dark green leaves whose edges were beginning to turn yellow. There is a hazy sense of sacredness.

The scent wafted out of the bakery when the school bell rang, and a group of children rushed out from the gate of the school made of ivy.They ran fast, but they all slowed down when they rushed to the door of the bakery, and they lined up in a long line amidst the voices of complaining that they didn't run fast enough, and regretting that they didn't catch up with their good brothers in the same class. Obediently offering their copper terry to the bakers who opened the door.

"Misha, Misha!"

The little catwoman hugged the cloth bag, bypassed the long line behind her, and ran to Misha who was sitting on the bench.The cat ears and the light blue twin tails trembled with the ups and downs of the body, and the cat's tail was raised high.

Seeing Miss Elf on the bench stretch out a hand, she took the initiative to stretch her head over and rubbed it, then sat on the bench and distributed the bread in the bag to Miss Elf.

"What did you learn today?" Misha took the bread, and the aroma went straight into her nose.She watched Tiffany sinking her head into a hard meal, and asked casually.

"Learned, vocabulary and grammar, read a lot of books." Tiffany raised his head, licked the white debris on his face with the cat's tongue, frowned and thought for a while, and finally shook his tail in relief: "Still I ate charcoal-grilled pork knuckle."

The two calves that couldn't reach the ground swung and swung, Misha reached out and scratched under her chin, and the comfortable catgirl took the initiative to put her face on her palm.

After the Siliki army left Siliki and went to the northern border, only Gene O'Connor and Misha were left in Siliki's top ranks.As a catwoman, Tiffany doesn't have many human friends except Caroline, so Misha will arrange a few days a week for her to go to the academy to get in touch with humans of similar size.

But more often than not, Tiffany's time is spent honing her own craft—albeit in a blacksmith's shop.

It's hard to imagine that the little cat girl actually has a good talent in deciphering the inscriptions. Needless to say, how difficult it is to understand the inscriptions that make up the magic circle, but Tiffany can learn them quickly —— from Dika Mine The knowledge of inscriptions that the dwarves of Bringold had mastered was almost drained by her, and now those dwarf blacksmiths are weak when they see the kitten.

Her own weak strength and petite body limit the little cat girl's fighting ability. Although the catman's stealth and agility are not bad, her slender arms and small fists are difficult to fight even with a sharp dagger. Effectively kills the enemy.

Now she wears a delicate mithril hand crossbow with her for self-protection - a hand crossbow made of pure mithril is very expensive, this is the treasure of the master dwarf blacksmith, because a bet lost to Tiffany .Of course, it should come as no surprise that dwarves are such impulsive creatures.

The sun is no longer visible, and the clouds on the horizon are still dotted with the last bit of orange-red, connecting with the blue-purple sky at night.The children in front of the bakery had also dispersed, and were taken home by the parents after work, and cooking smoke was rising everywhere.

Misha let Tiffany hold her fingers and walked slowly on the path back to the Lord's Mansion.

"When will Sister Mia and Caroline come back?" Tiffany pouted and said sadly, "I haven't seen them for a long, long time."

"It should be soon." Misha's tone was still calm. "Didn't the battle report be sent back two days ago? They have laid down three undead strongholds. Considering the size of our Siliki army, this is already very remarkable." record."

"But they're not here, it's really boring." Tiffany gently kicked the stones under his feet, "Misha doesn't miss them, my lord."

"There is nothing to think about." Misha shook her head, "I will come back when I should come back. Missing the response that can be given to others is not as useful as praying. I guess next spring, when the red ivy sprouts, They should be back."

"That's too long. Eleven, twelve, one, two, three... It's almost half a year!" Tiffany cried out dissatisfied.

"Most half of November has already passed, in fact, it's just over a season, not long."

"That's because Misha, you are an elf." Tiffany murmured dissatisfiedly, "Elves are immortal species, so a few months is nothing. If sister Mia hasn't met the lord for so long, she It is estimated that I have to make a lot of circles in the room every day."

"Oh? Will Miss Mia still be like this?"

"Yeah, before we came to Siliki, she would stay in the yard for a long time every day, and she might not respond to poking her. Later, when I got a letter from the lord, I was as anxious as anything." Fani kicked the stone forcefully out of the street—the courtyard of the Lord's Mansion was in front of him, "It's all because of Caroline, you didn't call me up earlier."

She watched the stone bouncing and rolling onto the road, and then stopped under a suddenly protruding foot, and unexpectedly rolled to the gate of the Lord's Mansion opposite, she couldn't help feeling a little dissatisfied.

But when she raised her head and saw the owner of that foot, all dissatisfaction or complaints disappeared——

"Meow!!!!"

She screamed, turned sideways and squeezed Misha's sleeves, only to find that the latter had covered her mouth with one hand, and tears were about to swirl in those beautiful eyes——

"Long time no see." The owner of that foot waved his hand and bowed gracefully to the two of them.

"I am back."

The moonlight shone on the young man's slightly mature side face, and his pointed ears trembled slightly.

The lord of Silikie, Cyril Adrian, has returned to his domain.

Misha finally restrained her uncontrollable excitement and put down her hand covering her mouth. She nodded with a smile and went forward:
"Why did you come back so soon? There is no news at all—"

As she spoke, she quietly looked at the boy with her eyes.

The wind and snow didn't make the latter look more vicissitudes, but compared with two months ago, he has a little more ancient and heavy aura.She vaguely even felt that the big book she had been carrying in her arms was a little hot, and she didn't know if it was an illusion or what.

"It was quite sudden, and things in northern Xinjiang went much smoother than I thought. I guess we don't have to worry about the problems in northern Xinjiang in the short term." Cyril bent down, stretched out his hand to rua twice on the catgirl's head who came up to her, and then She scratched her chin before saying to Misha:

"The army hasn't arrived yet. They don't expect to arrive until tomorrow morning. There are some things to deal with, so I rushed back early."

"I have to trouble Miss Misha with this matter."

"Huh?" Misha asked puzzled, "What's the matter?"

The young lord beside him took a deep breath, and his handsome face was a little more sad.

"The cemetery," he said, "we're going to build a cemetery."

(End of this chapter)