Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 552 Kidnapping the Mage and Sudden Test
"My name is Sugel Winkler, I am 28 years old, I live in the area of ​​the Bewick Church area in the outer ring of Solconn, and I am single. I run a library and study spells every day until late at night. I Don't smoke, the wine is only limited to tasting..."

Sugar Winkler was sitting by the counter near the door of the library. As usual, he had studied spells for a whole morning and reviewed all the spell models he had learned in his mind. Now he was going to make a spell for himself. Serve a simple but refined lunch.

There was a rough sound of hooves and wheels outside the library door.

He raised his head in doubt. The enchantment he set up should be able to filter out all passing noises. This is a secret garden that only belongs to the wild mages of Solkonan. Ordinary people would not even realize that there is a library located here.

Who is it that Temperament came to visit?Silver Fox?Halflings are good-natured; or Geoff Oak?But dwarves usually lose their temper after drinking with him--

He was thinking about it when he heard a loud knock on the door.The puppet bird used to open the door sang to ask questions about entering the door, but the only response to it was a violent slamming sound.

Su Geer had just stood up when he heard a cold female voice:

"Why are you so hesitant, Adrian, give me the sword—"

"Pfft!"

Immediately, he saw a sword blade protruding from the middle of his exquisite wooden library door. There was still a faint green light shining on the dark blade, and then the long sword swung up and down, completely destroying the door protected by spells.

"who!"

Su Geer immediately reacted, and twisted himself behind the bookshelf on one side, the long staff was already in his hand, the wind was surging like a sharp spear, and he was about to stab towards the door, but he heard the female voice And called out:

"Take him to me!"

"Take it?" Su Geer snorted coldly, and the spear made of wind stabbed out, but before reaching the door, the complete spell model suddenly trembled violently, and then shattered with a "bang", the wind in it They scattered away, and the books on the other side of the bookshelf rattled wildly.

"My spell was... cracked?" Su Geer was taken aback, and when he raised his staff lightly, two more atmospheric spells with four rings were about to be released instantly.

But he didn't notice that in the turbulent wind, a figure had already passed by silently stepping on the dust-free board, and was standing behind him at this moment——

"Boom!"

Sugar Winkler's eyes went dark, and he fell limply to the ground.

Behind him, Cyril Adrian dropped the wooden stick he picked up casually in his hand, carried him on his shoulders together with his staff, and walked out from behind the bookshelf.

"Your Highness, I don't think this is necessary..." Cyril looked at Anastasia who was holding a sword at the door. He probably already knew her style of action from the other party's description, but in actual execution, it was more difficult than he thought. It suffocated him much more—

Originally, he planned to have a good chat with Su Geer, and justifiably invited him to join his team.But after His Highness asked casually, he immediately expressed strong dissatisfaction with Cyril's plan.

"You have to explain the reason there, drink tea and chat with him? That's too much time!" Anastasia said at that time.

And now-

"There's nothing wrong with that. Let's go, go back and get in the car, hold on fast." Anastasia handed back the long sword to Cyril, wrinkling the tip of her upturned nose slightly, "If it's Sir Hero , I don’t even need to speak, she can tear down the house with a single sword.”

You are His Highness, listen to you, listen to you——

Cyril could only carry the poor mage knocked unconscious by the sap into the carriage, and the carriage started again.

"Where are we going this time?"

"Do you still need to ask, go straight to the headquarters of the Corbusier Chamber of Commerce, on the other side of the city, it will take a lot of time to go around."

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Sugar Winkler opened his eyes amidst the dizziness transmitted from the back of his head, and his mind was in chaos.

Who am I, where am I, why is the sky spinning?

"you're awake?"

He followed the sound and saw several figures sitting around a table, which was still steaming.

"I remember you as... Cyril Adrian?"

"Yes."

The half-elf boy admitted generously.

"You stunned... No, you kidnapped me?" Su Geer subconsciously went to look for the staff, but found that his staff was by his side, and the magic power was not imprisoned.

"No, to be precise, you were recruited." Cyril sighed and pointed to the table.Su Geer followed his fingers and saw that there was a woman dressed in black at the side of the table forking up slices of meat in the cauldron on the table, and blowing on the slices of meat.

The woman stuffed the sliced ​​piece of meat into her mouth in one gulp, her small mouth was bulging, and said to the half-elf boy vaguely:

"Mr. Adrian, it's really yours. Why does such a simple thing taste so good... Ah, is he awake?"

She then swallowed the meat forcefully, clapped her hands on her chest twice, her gaze instantly became extremely majestic, and the cold and stern voice at the library door rang in Su Geer's ears again:

"Sugel Winkler, I will conscript you in the name of Herman. From now on, you need to obey my orders and those of Earl Adrian."

"In the name of Herman?" Su Geer was stunned for a moment, and a surprised expression suddenly appeared on his face: "Wait, are you... Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess?"

"You finally came to your senses." Cyril on the side sighed, "As you can see, Your Highness needs your help with something. As for why you act so violently..."

He seemed to realize that the gaze fell on his back, and then changed his voice: "I invite you to get on the bus with good and sincere thoughts on La Rochelle, because Your Highness thinks this way is faster -"

"I..." Su Geer covered his forehead with his hand, "I'm a little messed up, wait..."

A few seconds later, he raised his head again and bowed deeply to Anastasia: "Your Highness, I am willing to serve you. But we are now..."

"On the way to the Corbusier Chamber of Commerce, we should be there soon." Mia on the side replied instead, "You are the registered mage of the Corbusier Chamber of Commerce, right?"

"Miss Christian, so you are here." Su Geer nodded, "Yes, I am a registered mage of the Corbusier Chamber of Commerce, but I have never participated in the affairs related to the Chamber of Commerce..."

"Then you should be able to get a quota for an underground auction?"

"Underground auction?" Su Geer asked suspiciously, "What is this? An auction of magic props?"

"slave."

"Slave?" Su Geer seemed taken aback, "Didn't the kingdom expressly prohibit..."

"So it's an underground auction." Anastasia finally stood up at this moment. She was leaning against the wall of the carriage. Against the background of the rising water vapor, her delicately made-up face gave off a hazy sacred look. feel.

"I need a qualification for an underground auction. How to ask for it is up to you. If they ask why, just say that you want a slave as a helper." Anastasia lowered her arms around her chest, Turning his head slightly, those beautiful eyes seemed to be able to see through Su Geer's heart: "Do you understand?"

Su Geer swallowed his saliva for no reason, and then realized that he had been staring at the His Royal Highness who was only one person below him in the kingdom. He quickly looked away and said in a low voice, "I understand. The quota was brought back."

The door of the carriage opened, Su Geer straightened his robe, picked up his staff and got out of the carriage, and walked straight into the building of the Corbusier Chamber of Commerce.

Anastasia watched his leaving back until he walked into the door and disappeared, then looked at the half-elf boy beside him.

"Is he trustworthy?"

"I think he is worth it." Cyril replied, "Mage in the field, has no bad experience, and will help his poor friends in the field. Most of his money comes from the sponsorship of the chamber of commerce. In return, he draws some magic tricks for the chamber of commerce. In summary... from the above, his character should be trustworthy."

Of course, the root cause is that Sugar Winkler died on the battlefield in another time and space.It's just that Cyril can't use this as an excuse.

But immediately, he heard Anastasia's faint voice asking:
"how about you?"

"I... um?"

Cyril turned his head and looked at the eldest princess beside him.

"What about you?"

"You, Cyril Adrian, Earl whom I have appointed."

"Are you trustworthy?"

The interior of the carriage was extremely quiet for a moment, only the sound of boiling water in the pot on the table could be heard continuously.

Anastasia didn't look away, she calmly watched the half-elf boy by the door, as if she could see through what the young lord was thinking in this way.

Mia on the side couldn't help holding her breath. From the moment His Highness asked the question, she inexplicably realized that this might be an examination of Mr. Wei by His Highness, but she didn't expect His Highness's question to be so straightforward.

Why, on such an occasion, would Anastasia ask such pointed questions, what was she doubting?Or do you have other intentions?

How would Mr. Wei respond?From his standpoint, he should firmly answer that he is worthy of trust, right?
But in Mia's heart, there was a faint voice telling her that Mr. Wei would not answer like this——

And Cyril stared at Anastasia with the same calm gaze, without speaking.

The young man's pale green pupils reflected the princess's crystal blue pupils. He neither dodged nor dodged, and met the latter's scrutiny without the slightest bit of shyness. Every trace of panic and hope that exists is swallowed up in it.

Time passed by, and Mia felt that the pot was about to burst in such a stalemate. She opened her mouth slightly, and Cyril didn't answer for a second, and the atmosphere in the car became even heavier.

She even cast her eyes blankly outside the carriage door, hoping that Su Geer would come back soon, at least to resolve this embarrassment——

At this moment, the boy's voice sounded.

"Your Highness."

"Everything, for La Rochelle."

The sound of these light words is like a stone falling into the pool from a high altitude, stirring up the stalemate into chaos.The crystal blue pupils like a still pool fluctuated at this moment, and seemed to be disturbed by this sentence.

Anastasia stared at the boy for the last two seconds, then looked away.

She calmly sat back at the table, picked up the knife and fork again, picked out the piece of meat that was churning in the milky white soup, and slowly put it into her mouth.

Mia peeked at Anastasia, and found that the corner of the eldest princess's mouth was curled up at this moment.

There was no positive answer, but Mr. Wei's answer seemed to be the answer Anastasia was most looking forward to.

For La Rochelle?Is His Highness satisfied with this?Doesn't His Highness want to hear Mr. Wei's complete allegiance?
Such an outstanding talent with a promising future, isn't His Highness planning to hold him firmly in his hands?
Mia was puzzled. If she were Anastasia, she would have transferred such a capable young man to her side to assist her——

The silence ended after the eldest princess drank a bowl of hot soup.

"I'm going to send you to the south."

Cyril was silent, but Anastasia said to herself:

"The Southern Restraint Project, you should know that one year is enough to see the results. I hope those outstanding students can remember where they belong, instead of indulging in the persuasion of the North Alliance."

"In addition, Xinaowei Port has recently moved a little bit. I will arrange it for you in a few days."

Cyril finally raised his head and asked, "When shall I leave?"

"Mid-February. I will arrange for a troop to go with you in the name of inspection...Of course, it won't be the official legion of the kingdom."

"understood."

At this time, footsteps sounded outside the carriage, and Su Geer Winkler was walking towards the carriage with a happy face.Anastasia shut up in a timely manner, and Cyril wisely stopped asking.

He didn't know why His Royal Highness the Eldest Princess launched the so-called "test" on him at this time, and he didn't know whether he had passed her standard.

But the so-called "task" is not too different from what I estimated.

go south.

He estimated the time in his mind, and it was less than a month before two months, which was enough for him to arrange things to do.

"Have you got the admission qualification?" Mia asked Su Geer at this time.

"I got it. As soon as Corbusier heard that I wanted admission qualifications, he immediately arranged for me. He also asked me if there was anything I was particularly interested in. He can make special arrangements..." Su Geer touched it from his arms. Take out a few sheets of paper and spread them out on the table.

There are portraits on the paper, which probably depict the appearance of slaves.They are all young faces, and they can be vaguely seen to be outstanding, 80.00% of which have some animal features.

"Where is the venue?" Cyril asked, afraid of getting a frightening answer - such as the underground of the church, or the underground of the Military Academy.

The dirt that hides behind the sacred is often more suffocating.

Fortunately, Su Geer's answer was very normal: "It's at the largest auction house in the outer city, the Amman auction house."

(End of this chapter)