Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 559 Why

In Solkonan at night, except for the sacred and majestic inner city, everything is bustling.

On January 27th, La Rochelle's "Winter Feast Festival" is a festival to celebrate the passing of the coldest time in winter and the coming of the warm season.

The lights shine from one end of the long street to the other, and the aromas of various foods are mixed together, even people who are not hungry can smell hungry.Both nobles and commoners enjoy it and enjoy the alternative warmth brought by this ancient and traditional festival.

Two figures, one in front and one behind, walked through the alley, the one in front was taller, the one in back was shorter.They walked quickly, without many words when walking, walking in the interlacing of light and shadow in a wonderful tacit understanding.

Two hours had passed since dusk.

The warmth and moistness of the lips seemed to remain on the forehead, and the smell of milk tea had dissipated long ago, but there was an inexplicable aroma lingering in the nostrils. Now that I think about it, it was probably the fragrance that emanated from the long, smooth hair when the girl leaned over.

He raised his head slightly, and couldn't help recalling the moment he had never experienced in his two lives.

Why, why did it become like this? It is obviously purely to save this kingdom that is gradually declining in the game. For the first time, I have a reliable partner and my own territory. These two pleasant things Things are intertwined...

Cyril stopped his reverie.

Because the footsteps behind him stopped.

He turned his head, but saw that Miss Mage was holding a piece of parchment in her hand at some point, and she was studying it carefully, which was exactly the same as Misha's appearance when she read the "Code of Nature".Seemingly sensing the gaze from Cyril, she raised her head and shook the paper in her hand while showing a natural smile: "I've made up my mind, Mr. Wei, let's eat 'Meteor Fire Rain Bacon' first, which is Chinese The city winter banquet is the most unmissable thing, and then drink the "Doomsday Judgment Milk Tea", which is also unmissable..."

"Well, why don't you talk?" She stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Cyril's eyes, then rolled up the paper into a horn, and said with a buzzing voice, "Hey, Mr. Wei, you won't be sleepy now—"

The light of the milky white magic lamp fell on her bare shoulders, the white was dazzling.The silver necklace chain slung across her collarbone, with the tarnished "Orca Tear" on it.

Cyril suddenly realized that he seemed to have only given Mia one thing—even a whore from an unlucky baron for nothing, and he didn't even pay any price.

He watched Miss Mage's body swaying slightly in the wind, although with the lingering magic power of the water mage itself, such a degree of cold was nothing.

"Wait for me here for a while." He said, then turned around and turned out of the alley, just to come to "Pegasus Knight Avenue", which is a famous luxury street.

Mia looked at the entrance of the alley suspiciously, and after a while, she saw the return of the half-elf boy.

He walked briskly and strode in front of Miss Mage, avoiding the girl's puzzled gaze, and said vaguely, "Mia, close your eyes."

"What?" Mia seemed to stand on tiptoe on purpose, deliberately moved closer to Cyril's mouth, and turned her head to make a listening appearance, so that Cyril could directly see her delicate ears leaking from the hair. The earlobes are slightly whitish.

Cyril raised the volume helplessly: "Close your eyes——"

"Oh..." Mia responded lightly, and then closed her eyes, but she didn't back away, but took small steps and came closer.

There was a fine rubbing sound, and she felt a fluffy warm texture on her neck, and then Cyril's voice sounded again:

"You can open your eyes."

She opened her eyes, and put her hands on the side of her neck first, but saw a snow-white, fluffy shawl falling on her shoulders, as long as she turned her head slightly, her cheeks could be rubbed by the snow-white soft fur.

"A shawl made of the snow civet's fur. It's cold at night." Cyril turned around, not looking at her rubbing the cat's fur with her cheek, but heard Mia gently laughing: "Hoo, let Tiffany doesn't know how sad it must be to know you're taking the cat fur cape."

"Tiffany is a half-cat person, and has nothing to do with the plateau snow civet." Cyril argued, coughing twice, "Hurry up, we should go."

"Go, where are you going?"

"Go eat Meteor Fire Rain bacon first, and then drink Doomsday Judgment milk tea." As he said, he opened his legs and walked forward as if he wanted to avoid something.

The lady mage behind her was stunned for a moment, and then trotted forward amidst a burst of laughter like silver bells, with one hand on the shawl and the other holding Cyril's sleeve, and followed closely behind him.

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Back at the gate of the manor where the magic plain is located, it was almost ten o'clock.

The pavers on the street are out of business, but they have not been removed.The Winter Feast Festival will last for a few days, and the nights of these few days will be very lively.

"Are you satisfied, Mr. Wei?"

Mia licked the corners of her mouth, and there was still some oil on her rosy lips.Cyril touched his swollen stomach, couldn't help laughing, "I feel like I'm not eating tonight, but a wave of magic baptism...Meteor fire rain bacon, doomsday milk tea, thunderbolt shortbread , Titan Arrow Meat Skewers, how did these foods get their names.”

As he spoke, he pushed open the door of the manor, and immediately heard a "sneeze", but saw a girl with short black hair sitting at the door of the manor, sneezing repeatedly.

"Cecilia... No, Irina, why are you here? It's so cold outside." Mia hurried forward, covering the cold hands of the second daughter of the Romanus family with both hands.Irina herself is easily shy, her face turned red all of a sudden, and she stammered: "K...Miss Christian, my lord, you are finally back."

She sniffed, and finally straightened out the sentence, explaining: "The guards of the palace came before, what did you say, please go to the palace quickly, my lord, we don't know where your lord has gone, so we can only wait here."

"To the palace?" Cyril put away his relaxed expression.

The last time I was called to the palace by the eldest princess in the middle of the night was the last time.With Anastasia's temperament, she would not seek him out for trivial matters.

"Thank you for your hard work." Cyril said to Irina, "Go in quickly and drink two cups of hot tea. Mia, I'm going to the palace first."

"Understood, Mr. Wei." Mia nodded slightly, and suddenly covered her mouth with a smile, "I hope there will be no more things related to you in tomorrow's Solkonan Morning News."

Cyril's face froze, but then he turned around and whistled softly.

The pitch-black nightmare horse quietly stepped out of the darkness, with the black and red flames burning, and bowed its head to its master.

Cyril got on his horse, turned into a black streamer, and disappeared outside the gate of the manor.

It wasn't until the boy's figure completely disappeared from sight that the mage lady turned around and took Irina's hand: "Irina, let's go quickly."

"Hmm..." Irina is not a communicative character, but she looked at Mia beside her and couldn't help but whispered: "Miss Christian, you are so beautiful today, and this shawl, look It's so warm...ah, why does your face look so red?"

Her response was two stomping voices, followed by Mia's humming urging: "Hurry up, don't let the lord come back and see that you are freezing and sick."

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The Nightmare Horse galloped across the mountain road, and didn't even stop at the entrance of the palace, just got in directly.Anastasia should have already greeted him, and the guards had no intention of stopping him.

He stopped at the side of the hall, and was about to walk in through the side corridor, but saw a figure standing on the steps of the hall.That figure is not tall, but it gives people an inexplicable sense of majesty, as if there is a halo covering his side, making it difficult for people to look directly at him.

With just a glance, Cyril had already recognized his identity.

Primordial Church of La Rochelle, crowned by the Archbishop, Photius.

He walked quickly towards Photios, bowed his head after five steps and saluted.And Photios waved his hand, and a gentle voice sounded in Cyril's ear: "Young man, we meet again."

"Your Majesty." Cyril raised his head. The appearance of this old man is not much different from the one he met more than half a year ago, but there is a little tiredness between his brows and eyes.

"Your Highness has been waiting for you for a long time."

"I'm very sorry, I didn't stay in the manor... Wait, you were also called by His Highness?" Cyril looked at Photios in surprise, and the old man's face showed worry, "I'd rather she not Come find me."

He turned around and strode into the corridor, Cyril followed until he stopped at a luxurious Zixin solid wood door.

King's bedroom.

Photios knocked lightly on the door twice, and there was a muffled response from inside the room, and then he pushed the door open and entered.

Cyril followed Photios in, and what he saw was a huge bed, which was covered by white silk and satin.Anastasia Herman was sitting by the bed. There was a thick stack of papers on the small table in front of her, illuminated by a faint magic light, and she was obviously writing official documents.

"Your Highness, Earl Adrian has also arrived." Photiou walked quickly to the bed, stretched out his hand to the bed curtain, and asked, "How is your Majesty doing?"

Anastasia stretched out her hand to block Photios, shook her head and said, "Before, I was having nightmares, shouting non-stop, and finally fell asleep peacefully."

"The curse seems... to have worsened." Photios withdrew his hand and let out a long sigh.

Cyril stood at the door with a shocked expression on his face: Even if he didn't see what was going on under the bed curtain, he had basically guessed everything from the conversation between the two.

You don't even need to listen to the dialogue, you can just hear the breathing in the room—besides him, Photios and Anastasia, there is also a faint breathing that is almost undetectable, even with his ears can barely tell.

Even the breathing of an old man who is so weak that he is about to die of illness is clearer than this breathing sound.

But this breathing sound belongs to the current king of La Rochelle.

Kelson Herman.

No wonder Anastasia presided over court meetings so frequently, no wonder His Majesty the King never showed up after returning to the capital.What the secret battle report said is not false, Kelsen Herman was indeed besieged by a lich and was seriously injured...

Even already a dying person.

"But..." Cyril's face showed doubts again, and he couldn't help asking: "Is it impossible to lift the curse on His Majesty by means of His Majesty?"

Photios turned around, shook his head cautiously and said, "Forgive my incompetence, I really can't do it."

"Even if it's just to reduce the power of the curse?" Cyril was even more puzzled, "Even if it's a curse cast by a lich, under Danya's blessing, it's impossible to make His Majesty who is so strong..."

But as soon as these words came out, the look of sadness on Photios' face became even more serious.

He raised his head and stared directly at the pitch-black ceiling for a long time before slowly opening his mouth and saying:

"Danya will protect everyone who asks her for protection as much as possible."

"But Danya will not forcibly save a life that wants to die, no matter how pious he was before. It is Danya's will to return to the original source."

"What... what do you mean?" Cyril stared wide-eyed, looking at Photios in disbelief.

The one who answered him was Anastasia who was sitting quietly by the bed.

"It means, father...he no longer has the desire to continue 'birth'."

The eldest princess sat peacefully by the bed, without any sad look on her face, or maybe she was numb because she had been sad for too long.

"Even if Nora's high priest is invited to inject the power of nature, his body will sift out all the power like a sieve."

"But...why?" Cyril was silent for a moment, but still asked.

"Yeah, why?"

Anastasia sighed softly, turned over a document in her hand, briskly wrote a few lines on it, and quickly flipped through it again.

"I don't know, neither does His Majesty, nor do you. No one knows what father is thinking."

"He has become very unlike him in the past year. I have never seen him so decisive, even if he is rejecting Palannia's marriage proposal for me, conquering northern Xinjiang, or even recruiting make."

"His every step is so crazy, so crazy that people think that he is from the country to the east of us. Although I don't want to admit it, only the royal family of St. Emma can make such a decisive and brave decision."

Photios was sitting at the table. He listened to Anastasia's words, flipped through the official documents that the eldest princess had just reviewed, accepted the words in a low voice, and continued: "You should have heard about it. Your Majesty's evaluation...he has been indecisive for most of his life, but now he chooses to be brave. It is inappropriate to say that he is like a moth to a candle."

"And after analyzing several times with His Highness, we still can't figure out why he has such a big change."

He immediately raised his head, his eyes were gentle, but it seemed to be pleading:
"Young man, tell me."

"Why is this?"

(End of this chapter)