Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 574 The Monk
The bow of this medium-sized merchant ship was completely scorched black, and it was unknown how devastated it was by Sugar Winkler.Cyril estimated that more than half of the fish below would be electrocuted to death.

By the pier, several unlucky crew members have been electrocuted, passed out on the ground, and are being taken care of by doctors.And the knights have been constantly coming out of the cabin, moving the cargo to the dock.

Cyril turned his head back, and Clark Romanus was pulling the steward of the Chamber of Commerce to ask. He could clearly hear the latter asking which merchant ship it was and why it arrived at this time.

"My lord, all the goods are here."

Cavalier Owen Lloyd stepped forward to report to Cyril that Irina had checked and registered the boxes one by one.Cyril took a cursory glance and found that they were all ordinary seafood.

But it was because they were all ordinary seafood that they looked suspicious—otherwise, why did this ship escape their inspection?
"Get on the boat and check again."

Cyril stepped on the board and walked onto the boat, and the smell of scorched black wafted out of his nostrils.He waved his hand to wash away the smell with the wind before entering the cabin.

The wooden boards creaked under the trampling of boots, and both sides of the interior of the cabin were sailor's rooms, which were empty, and all the people were gathered on the pier.

Cyril didn't let these rooms go, he walked directly into the nearest one and observed the layout of the room.

The magic lamp illuminates the entire room, allowing the knights behind them to see clearly.Not a spacious environment, two beds, a table, and two boxes for personal belongings, this is what this sailor's room is all about.

"Do you have to search every room?" asked the knight behind him.

"Search all, don't miss any corner, remember to knock on the wooden board, if there is a hollow sound, there may be a dark room hidden."

The knights dispersed, and the cabin was filled with the sound of creaking boards and footsteps.

Cyril himself began to search the sailor's room.

He didn't use his magic power, he raised his hand and tapped lightly on the wooden boards.Even if it was a medium-sized merchant ship, the quality of the room the sailors lived in was barely adequate. The walls were just two thick wooden boards stacked together, and with a sword piercing through it, it was another room.

There are no mezzanines between rooms.

What about the feet?
He tapped the floor under his feet with his heels. There was indeed a hollow part in it, but it was obviously a space left by the design itself, not a secret room where people could hide.

This sailor's room, no problem.

Cyril walked out of the cabin, and the knights searched in groups of two, which was very efficient.Not long after, knights in twos and threes came out of the room to report:
"My lord, I don't have any here."

"My lord, we didn't find the dark room either."

He passed by the door of each room, and the knights among them came out to report.When he reached the door of the last room, there was no sound inside.

"Who is in charge of this room?"

"It's Owen and Newman, my lord."

"Have they ever come out?"

"No, I was opposite them. I didn't see them coming out, and I didn't hear other voices." A knight replied. His name was Brooke Josie, and he was a relatively thin and alert member of the Knights.

Cyril nodded slightly, and at the same time stretched out his hand from his waist, and pulled out the bright silver [Adonis' Judgment].

"Stay back a little bit." He yelled softly, then raised the long sword in his hand, and slashed forward with all his strength.But seeing a dazzling blue light blooming on the long sword, the moment the wooden door came into contact with the light, it was smashed into two pieces.

And this is just the beginning of this blue light, it smashed straight into the room like a shell, penetrated the back wall of the room, and directly penetrated the outer wall of the cargo ship——

Sawdust was flying in the aftermath of the cyclone, and the hollow on the cargo ship, which was as tall as a person, was hanging above the river surface. With the bumps of the ship, the river water would flow into the room.

Only now did the knights behind them dare to poke their heads and look at the scene in the room.The destructive power of Lord Lord's sword left them dumbfounded, but when they actually saw the scene in the room, they all opened their mouths in shock:
In the room, there is a man kneeling with his head bowed. He has no hair and looks like a monk.

But the problem is that the place where he is kneeling is right in the middle of the hollow—whether he kneels here before Cyril draws the sword, or moves here after he draws the sword, both are enough to shock everyone .

"Go, bring Owen and Newman back." Cyril gestured to the knights behind him, and the knights saw that in the corner of the room, Owen and Newman were lying there, dead or alive.

They glanced hesitantly at the sword in Cyril's hand, then at the motionless bald man in the room, and then the two knights stepped out, carefully carried Newman and Owen back, and checked their breathing , Hui reported:
"My lord, they just passed out."

"Exit the cabin."

"What?" The young lord's order made them ask again.

"Exit the cabin."

No one dared to ask the reason, they could vaguely feel the oppression from the young lord, which they had never experienced before.

It wasn't until the last knight's footsteps disappeared at the hatch that the kneeling monk slowly straightened his upper body—he was wearing clothes that looked like rags, and his left arm was completely exposed, revealing his strong muscles. As his upper body straightened, those muscles actually crawled on his body like wriggling insects.

Cyril took a deep breath, and held the shield [Adonis' Fortitude] in his other hand, and put on the [Adonis' Prayer] at the same time, and a complete set of cursed armor has been put on.

The knights didn't see it, but he saw everything clearly.

From the moment he drew his sword, the monk knelt and sat in the room without moving.The magic light blade just ran over him, but it didn't cause any harm to him.

Professional level start.

This is Cyril's preliminary judgment on his strength - it doesn't make any sense for him to delve into why a professional-level person appears in this place, but he can be sure that the other party does not belong to the Romanus family.

The monk raised his head. He was very handsome with regular features, deep-set eyes, high nose bridge, and high cheekbones—this is the unique facial feature of Xinaowei Hong Kong people.

And his magnanimous forehead was faintly visible, which added a bit of heroic hostility to him.

His complexion tends to be wheat-colored, and his skin is rough, which is the trace left by the sun and sea wind.

A professional-level monk from the port of New Orway secretly took a cargo ship north to Solconan. What did he want to do?

All kinds of questions flashed through his mind, but Cyril's body had already raised his sword.After being fully equipped with the cursed armor, when he raised his sword, a layer of light waves invisible to the naked eye had quietly attached to the monk's body.

He could clearly feel the monk's figure sluggish for a moment, and the long sword in Cyril's hand had already been handed out first.

The monk frowned slightly, obviously aware of the inexplicable abnormality in his body, but he didn't intend to back down in the face of the shining sword edge, the muscles on his body squirmed, and after an obscure incantation, he actually straightened up To meet Cyril's long sword with his chest!
The expected feeling of the long sword piercing through flesh and blood did not feed back into Cyril's palm. He could clearly feel that his sword had indeed pierced the monk's body, but he didn't feel it. It is surrounded by water coming from all directions.

But immediately, he felt strange——

When he wanted to pull out the long sword, the blade was firmly stuck in the opponent's muscle. The water coming from all directions was very gentle at first, but it gradually became violent as time passed, and continued to push the violent The vibration was transmitted to his arm through the blade, putting a huge load on his torso.

This made him think of ocean waves, endless, turbulent waves, and the superimposed power of wave after wave. If it was replaced by a normal professional-level knight, it would probably take less than five seconds... No, less than three seconds, The arm will be broken due to the force of this shock.

Fortunately, Cyril does not belong to the "normal" category. He is not afraid of this shock with the body of a holy skeleton, but the opponent's fighting style has already made him recognize the opponent's identity.

Cyril didn't intend to entangle with this monk any more. With a thought in his mind, the tall figure of the wind knight behind the monk had already appeared. Before the monk could react at all, the wind knight kicked him in the side waist and kicked him. The kick flew out, smashed the partition between the cabins, and fell straight into another room.

And Cyril chased after him, this time the long sword was pointed firmly in front of the opponent's throat, and the blue light attached to it, warning with huge magic power: "Don't move, or I will take effect on your 'tide' Before that, cut your neck first!"

The monk hesitated for a moment, sighed at the end, slowly returned to the kneeling position, kowtowed and whispered in Neo-Auvean: "Urella is here..."

Urella, that is the name of the god of the sea, and the god of the sea is also the god of faith in the port of New Orville.

Cyril's grasp of the New Aowei Hong Kong language is limited. He was thinking about how to ask, but he saw that the monk had straightened his upper body, and he spoke with a pure Salkonan accent: "Your Excellency, I have no complaints about being captured by you."

"Can you speak La Rochelle?" Cyril was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Are you smuggling from New Orville?"

"I left the port of New Orway and walked to Basalti on foot in the port of Yas, where I hijacked the ship and ordered the sailors to sail, where I was stopped by Your Excellency."

The monk spoke slowly, biting every word clearly.

From the moment Cyril guessed his origin, he knew that he had absolutely nothing to do with the slave smuggling.He felt a little regretful in his heart, and failed to seize the opportunity to catch the criminal evidence of the Romanus family, and then continued to ask:
"Let me ask you, when you boarded the ship, did you see some beings on the ship..."

"Your Excellency wants to ask, are the kidnapped orcs?" The monk answered first, "I let them all go."

Cyril looked up.

By accident, it really saved the Romanus family.

He took a deep breath, put away his long sword, put away his helmet and shield together, then took out a cloak from his bracelet, and threw it in front of the monk.

"Put this on and get up."

The monk raised his head and asked doubtfully, "Your Excellency, aren't you going to kill me here?"

"I don't need to kill you, just get off the boat with me first."

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The sudden hole in the cabin caused everyone on the port to scream. When the figure of the young earl appeared on the deck, the mage on the shore finally let go of the hand she had been holding tightly, and grew a long hair. tone.

Cyril strode towards Clark Romanus, and in the latter's visibly shaken eyes, he smiled and said, "The inspection is over, the Romanus Chamber of Commerce is indeed a law-abiding chamber of commerce, and it belongs to President Clark. Credit."

He saw that Clark's pupils contracted obviously, and then he hastily put on a smiling face: "What are you talking about, Mr. Earl, this is what we should do."

"The damage to the cargo ship..." Cyril took out the money bag from his arms, and made a gesture to touch Terry, "I will compensate the president..."

"Hey, the Earl is out of touch now, everyone is his own." Clark quickly laughed, "My nieces are under your care, so I should give you money."

He had seen the Romanus sisters on the shore a long time ago, and wailed in his heart for a long time—as expected, the Romanus sisters had taken refuge in the earl.

Now don't say that the business of the Romanus family is not clean. Even if he is innocent, he is afraid that because of the relationship between the Romanus sisters, the Earl will charge him an unwarranted charge.

"Lord Earl, leave the cargo ship to us, and let all knights rest early."

He watched Cyril leave with a group of people, and then peeked at Cecilia and Irina who left, and fell to the ground as if all his strength had been exhausted.

After a while, he regained his composure, and suddenly realized that in the team of Cyril who had just left, there seemed to be a figure wearing a cloak among the knights... That figure seemed to have come down from the deck?

Is there such a person on board?

He was puzzled, shook his head vigorously, and finally directed his men to reload the goods.

And the monk was among the knights, and those knights showed some hostility towards him, but no one talked or cursed him in a low voice, which made him feel very strange.

He thought that the fact that he knocked out two knights and clashed with the leader of the opponent should make these knights hate him.

Surrounded by so many knights, what is the identity of this young man?
He thought about this question until he arrived at a magnificent reception hall, where many knights dispersed. After the young man and his female companion stayed tenderly for a while, he turned and walked in front of him.

"Get to know me, I am Cyril Adrian, Count of La Rochelle."

The young man held out a hand to him.

"Neil Alden." He hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to hold it, "New Orway Port, Harbor Sanctuary, ascetic."

(End of this chapter)