Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 563 Nameless Helmet
"The Noroy Chamber of Commerce has a high reputation in Xiayang Mystil. Although it has only arrived in Xiayan Mystil in recent years, because they have almost completely focused on this side, they have already led Mystil The old chamber of commerce and the mill chamber of commerce took most of the market."

Etienne Kaleva had obviously been harassed by the Kunoroy Chamber of Commerce for a long time, and at this time he happily shared what he knew with Cyril.

"How much influence do they have in raising Mystil?"

"Under my control, it is limited to business exchanges. Every four days, a batch of goods will be sent from Up Mystery to Down Mystil..."

"What day is today?" Cyril put down "How to Be a Good City Lord" on the office bookshelf, turned around and raised his eyes and asked.

"Today... just today, there is a batch of goods to be sent to Xiayan Mystil." Baron Kaleva rummaged through the official documents on the table as if remembering something, and quickly raised one, " Here's the Mill Chambers Shipping Application—"

Cyril's eyes lit up, and after stepping forward to confirm, he couldn't help admiring: "I didn't expect you to go through the City Lord's Mansion even for such a thing? It's really enough to do it yourself."

"My lord Earl's praise." Baron Kaleva said a little embarrassedly, "I just don't want any contraband to harm the residents in the city I govern."

"I understand." Cyril nodded slightly, "In that case..."

He tapped his index finger on the table lightly, making aggressive noises constantly, Baron Kaleva didn't even dare to breathe with his pensive look, for fear of disturbing the young earl's train of thought.

Cyril does not intend to let the future "Noroy Cult" grow, he intends to take this opportunity to eradicate the Noroy Chamber of Commerce.

But he didn't think it was a good choice to use the title of "Sorconant's southern patrol" to solve this matter.

Today's southern aristocrats, as well as the Northern League, have not taken too much precautions against the special envoy sent by His Royal Highness the Eldest Princess. If he inexplicably destroys a chamber of commerce at such a time, it will definitely attract the attention of the Northern League, and even the Northern League. hold accountable.

"Has the caravan from the Mir Chamber of Commerce set off?"

He raised his head and asked, a plan had quietly formed in his mind.

"Not yet, the Earl wants to..." Baron Caleva blinked, but he still didn't understand what the young Earl wanted to do.

And what Cyril was waiting for was his answer. He pressed his hands on the table and lowered his voice: "Baron Kaleva, I will help you solve your troubles once and for all, but you need to do something..."

"A little cooperation."

He watched Baron Kalev hurriedly nodded, straightened up in satisfaction, and clasped his palms lightly.

"I hope you can keep it secret and don't spread the word about me. Solconant sent a southern patrol, and Earl Cyril Adrian has been here—at least not today."

"Including the guards who saw us entering the city, including the residents that my knights have contacted, I think you have a way."

"My lord Earl, you mean... to keep your mouth shut? This is really a bit..."

"Don't forget, in your official document, there is a knight group invited by the Mill Chamber of Commerce to recruit soldiers - make the recruiting ceremony more lively to attract everyone's attention, and they will naturally forget about our sneaking into the city."

"Yes, yes, I understand." Baron Kaleva nodded repeatedly, and couldn't help admiring the intelligence of the young earl - he himself had no idea that he could operate in this area.

"Baron Caleva, don't feel guilty. What you are doing is not something that you should be ashamed of La Rochelle. On the contrary..." Cyril looked around, looking wary, and then resumed Lowering your figure, "You should be very aware of the dirty deeds of the Northern League, so you will do it yourself, right?"

"Ah, this, uh..." Baron Kalev subconsciously leaned back, avoiding Cyril's question.

"Don't worry, do you know why I am Sol Conan's southern patrol?"

Cyril suppressed his voice into a sound like the flapping of mosquitoes and flies, picked up a gust of wind, and sent it to the ears of Baron Kaleva:

"I can't reveal too much, I can only say that the kingdom's power may be about to undergo a round of reshuffle, and those who are capable will naturally have countless opportunities for promotion, and they know everything—"

He pointed upward again with the tip of his index finger, and Baron Kalev, who had been blank just now, widened his eyes and showed a dazed expression.

The baron's face turned red visibly, he clutched his chest, panted heavily, almost jumped up from the chair in excitement.

And Cyril had already straightened up, and patted the palm of his hand on the table.

"Let the Mill Chamber of Commerce cooperate with our actions. Similarly, I don't want them to leak information—"

"Yes, I understand, Lord Earl, that's true." Baron Kaleva stood up, rubbing his hands and trying to get closer to Cyril, and said some polite words, but in the end he still stood there embarrassingly.

After a while, he spoke hesitantly, stammering:
"Master Earl, why don't you... take a look at the ancestral golden helmet of our Kalev family?"

As he spoke, he bent down and pressed under the table, and Cyril immediately heard the clicking sound of the amplifier, and then the floor in front of the table cracked.

A dark underground passage was revealed.

"Is that appropriate?"

"It's suitable, why isn't it suitable?" the baron said, and he had already walked into the tunnel first.

Cyril followed and walked in, the tunnel was very shallow, almost just a small dark room.

Baron Kaleva lit the magic lamp to illuminate the small dark room.The baron squatted down, and there was a box on the floor.

He took out the key from his pocket, unlocked the box, and opened the lid. Cyril immediately saw a faint golden light shining from the box.The baron held it up with both hands, and displayed this prestigious helmet in front of Cyril.

Its design is different from most La Rochelle-style helmets. Strictly speaking, its shape is closer to a visor with a hideous shape than a helmet with a certain ability to protect the head.

In terms of protection, such a "helmet" is obviously unqualified-maybe it is more suitable as a prop for a drag party?

And from it, Cyril didn't feel any fluctuations in magic power, it was like a prop made by an ordinary blacksmith, and there was nothing special about it.

"My lord, do you think there is anything commendable about the golden helmet of our Kaleva family?"

"Perhaps..." Cyril was losing interest in the golden helmet, and wanted to perfunctory, but the moment his eyes swept over it, the red font that quietly appeared made him stop——

"[Nameless Helmet]: An unremarkable helmet. Perhaps it once possessed power, but it has long been sleeping in the dim golden light. No one remembers its name, and even its owner has been forgotten."

nameless! ! !

Cyril was stunned for a short moment, and then his mouth was almost crooked—the nameless equipment on his body already had a sword and a shield, and any fool knew that this definitely belonged to a special series.

It is best to have equipment like this. If you can't get the loose parts, you can use them as a transition, and they can also have a collection function.

But who knew, after just over a month, he saw the third unnamed piece of equipment!

In the dim light, Baron Kaleva saw a strange arc on the corner of the young count's mouth, and one hand was caressing the hilt of the sword at his waist, and couldn't help the corners of his eyes twitching.

Could it be... the Earl is tempted by the helmet, right?

He restrained the change of expression, fearing that the earl would notice his thoughts and be entangled in his heart.

Is it really that important to him that a family heirloom, a helmet like an ornament?

If it was for the Noroy Chamber of Commerce who tried every means to ask him for it, he would not want it from the bottom of his heart.But if it was this young earl who never had any plans for the helmet...

He is even willing to stand up for himself, who has never met him before, and introduce himself.If it depends on ability, he is confident that he is definitely more than capable of being the lord of a small town...

It is clear at a glance which one is the correct choice between the two——

"Lord Earl." Etienne Kaleva had already made up his mind, and raised his head and said, "I think it's a waste to seal this golden helmet in my darkroom."

"If the Earl likes it, why not take this helmet away..."

"Maybe the Earl can remind the world of the name of the Golden Helmed Knight who once ran rampant in the Nanyu Islands?"

His tone was firm, and while speaking, he had already handed the golden helmet in front of Cyril.

And the young half-elf boy is still struggling with how to get this unnamed series of golden helmets - after all, he has spoken before and has no idea about the golden helmets. It would be a bit too much if he suddenly changed his face...

But when Cyril raised his eyes, he saw that the golden helmet had been handed to him by Baron Kalev.The baron's tone was like a groom who couldn't wait to see the bride put on her wedding dress——

Alas, Baron Kalev, you begged me so much, this helmet must have caused you a lot of pain!

That being the case, then I will accept it for the sake of righteousness!

"My lord baron, such a great courtesy..." Cyril pretended to be reserved, but he had already held the golden helmet in his hand, then lowered his head and put the golden helmet on his head.

He felt a heavy coldness on his face, but this heavy feeling only lasted for a moment, and then he didn't feel the slightest burden from the golden helmet.

At the same time, a hot current flowed quietly from the golden helmet—Cyril could feel this hot current rushing towards his chest, causing his body to heat up intermittently.

In this scorching surrounding, he felt voices ringing in his mind, encouraging him.For a moment, he even had the urge to draw his sword, as if he could vent the sudden power...

This is... the effect of the nameless series of suits?

Cyril quickly took off the golden helmet, held it in his arms with both hands, calmed down his breath, and thanked the baron who was stunned in front of him earnestly:

"Your Excellency the Baron, I will continue to promote the reputation of the Knight of the Golden Helmet for your ancestors."

As he spoke, he put the golden helmet in his bracelet and straightened his body.

"It's not too late. Everything you worry about will end today."

Then the young count turned around and strode out of Baron Caleva's dark room.

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The road from Upper Mystil to Lower Mystil has been built as a smooth road under the auspices of Etienne Kaleva.

It has to be said that, to a certain extent, Baron Etienne Kaleva and Baron Gene O'Connor have many similarities. They both pay attention to convenient transportation and have good internal affairs capabilities.

The only difference is that Baron Jean has more freedom to perform - even without the arrival of Cyril, he can successfully integrate the three cities in the northeast corner of Amasir, and then march towards the province of Fell.

If he was lucky enough to walk on a world line that was friendly to him, maybe a few years later, the Baron Siliki would still be eligible to run for the Duke of Amasir with his elder brothers.

But Etienne Kaleva was in the midst of the southern aristocrats and northern alliance with solidified classes and intricate interest chains.He can be a good city lord, but there is room for promotion - at most, he can get a small territory, so that his family will not be so downcast.

But it only takes two generations, or even one generation, before the territory he earned with his mind will return to the hands of the southern aristocratic group.

His outstanding ability will not be brought into full play, and the wealth he has created is only a small piece of the huge golden mountain of the southern aristocratic group.

Cyril was dressed in luxurious clothes, sitting in the carriage, thinking that the road he paved for Etienne Kaleva was indeed far better than the future he could have, and then he looked out the window at the newly born green Get out of the green field.

The carriage door was knocked lightly a few times. Cyril frowned and opened the carriage door, only to see the young knight whom he had sent to the city lord's mansion before——at the moment he was dressed as a member of the chamber of commerce, with a list of goods in his arms , hesitated at the car door:
"My lord, look..."

"Shut up." Cyril patted the door of the carriage lightly, scaring the young knight almost to his feet.

"How many times have you told me, what do you want to call me?"

"Oh, Mr. Marinette Iger—" the young knight finally remembered the "new name" of his lord earl, and changed his words.

"is there anything?"

"We are still more than two hours away from Xiayan Mystil, and everyone is a little tired..."

"Just arrive before dark." Cyril waved his hand, and the young knight nodded immediately, then closed the car door, and went to arrange rest.

Before Cyril sat back in his seat, he heard teasing laughter from behind him: "Mr. Wei... Ah, maybe I should call you Mr. Iger?"

"Mr. Iger, Mr. Iger~" The Romanus sisters on the side have already called out one by one, and even Miss Misha put down the book in her hand, and whispered with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "Marinette Iger ? The name sounds far more comical than Cyril Adrian."

Hearing the teasing sound of several people, Cyril raised his eyebrows suddenly, and said viciously:
"Don't laugh, now you are all playing my family members, you have to respect me!"

"Oh, how can people disrespect Mr. Iger?" Mia chuckled constantly, and there were bursts of teasing.

The carriage was filled with cheerful atmosphere for a while, and the caravan was also full of joyful and relaxed atmosphere.

But who knows, what kind of blade is hidden under the banner of this Mir caravan?

　thump thud thud thud thump!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)