Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 577 The Imprisoned Orcs

In the open space outside the gate of the Romanus manor, the servants of the Romanus family were gathered together, and they were trembling at the moment.

A group of knights broke into the manor roughly two hours ago. They drove all the Romanus family members out of the house and completed the martial law on the Romanus family's house.

And more than ten minutes ago, another group of knights came to the manor and entered the main house led by a young man on a black horse.

Cyril saw Sugel Winkler at the gate of the main house. The mage had a little tired face and yawned heavily. He greeted him as soon as he saw Cyril.

"Earl Adrian, why did you ask me to get up so early and bring people to squat in this broken manor, so that I couldn't sleep well." He complained.

Cyril gave him a blank look, "Don't think I don't know, a mage of your level can't wait for 24-hour meditation training, and doesn't need to sleep at all."

Su Geer chose to skip this topic. He looked at the knights rushing into the manor behind the young earl, "Hey, did you find the evidence?"

"The evidence is actually already in this manor." Cyril said lightly, "It's nothing more than trying to find clues on the pier, but it's a pity that the Romanus Chamber of Commerce is really too alert."

"So you got something on the docks?"

"No." Cyril spread his hands, "Do you still remember the monk who returned to the station with us that night? The plan succeeded, and Clark Romanus was too scared to tell himself."

Su Geer was stunned.

The night before yesterday, the young earl brought back a strong and bald man.Su Geer thought that the young earl was tired of playing with Miss Elf and Mage, and wanted to change to something new.

As a result, before dawn, some young knights of the Assault Knights and the monk left Rutland and rushed to the last port city in the south, Ambroli.

That's where the ascetic monk Neil Alden let go of the half-orc slaves.

"Clark Romanus knew that I would stand up for Cecilia and the others, and he also knew that I was on Anastasia's side with the status of Solconant's southern patrol. It is true that his business has suffered setbacks. Yes, the accountability of the North Alliance is also real."

"He knows that I will target him, I know he knows that I will target him, but whether he knows that I know that he knows that I will target him, he will be careful to avoid any risks and try his best to please me."

"But once I show a threat, he will be like a frightened bird—"

Su Geer already fully understood the calculations in the heart of the young man in front of him.He pouted, a little hard to understand.

What kind of luck did His Royal Highness Anastasia Herman have to find such a talented young man who can fight, calculate, and lead troops to build territories?
Cyril believed that President Clark Romanus looked calm, but when he saw the merchant ship, there was already an uproar in his heart, and he would definitely send someone to investigate what was going on.

Naturally, he would learn about Neil Alden, knowing that it was the ascetic monk who let the half-orc go.

And at this time, if the ascetic monk and the knights appeared together on the merchant ship of the Romanus family, accompanied by a few "half-orc slaves", would Clark Romanus panic?

There is no doubt that it will definitely panic.What's more, it goes without saying how oppressive the Cyril sword is to an ordinary person who doesn't know martial arts.

It's just that Cyril didn't expect that he would be so panicked that he would call the half-orc directly.

As Clark Romanus said to Cecilia, this is indeed an action against their Romanus Chamber of Commerce-however, a small local big family, before the North Alliance has time to intervene, and what else can we do?

The scapegoat always has to die, and the scapegoat always has to take over the cauldron, it's nothing more than a matter of time.

"Come in with me." Cyril pushed open the door, leading a group of knights and Sugel Winkler straight to the basement.The servants in the house had been kicked out a long time ago. He kicked open the door of the basement and pointed to the wall with the strange magic circle hidden.

"It's here, Sugel." Cyril said, "See if there is a way to crack it."

Su Geer stood in front of the wall, stretched out his hand to feel the wall for a moment, and said casually, "Hey, this magic circle..."

He frowned, touched it for a while, and then shook his head: "It's so strange, this is completely different from the conventional formation, and it may take at least three days to dismantle this formation..."

"But we don't have that much time." Cyril spread his hands, "Is it of great research value?"

"In theory, there are, but I don't think so." Su Geer shook his head, "Strictly speaking, I think this magic circle belongs to a system completely different from ours, and it's not the kind for beginners. .”

"If you insist on interpreting this magic circle, it's the same as asking an apprentice who doesn't understand magic to study intermediate and advanced spells directly. There is no possibility of understanding it at all."

Cyril finally understands that this is probably not the handwriting of this era of civilization, perhaps the relics of a previous era of civilization were rubbed here.

Although it is precious, since it cannot be studied, Cyril has no idea of ​​forcing it to be preserved.

"If you want to open it, you need a special prop... I guess it should be in the hands of the president of the chamber of commerce." Su Geer pondered for a while, then raised his head and said, "Where's the president? Did you bring it here?"

"No, I threw it on the pier. I guess it has been handcuffed to the city hall." Cyril shook his head and said, "Is there a time-saving way to crack it?"

"Of course." Su Geer took a step back, "Let the knights close their eyes and turn around."

Then he raised a hand—

The air began to riot, and it was still daytime outside, but there was thunder in the clear sky.

Thunder light surged in Su Geer's palm, and the dazzling light made Cyril on the side squint his eyes to avoid it, and he couldn't even look directly at the change of that ball of thunder light in Su Geer's palm.

He only noticed that the light became more and more dazzling, and then Su Geer slapped him against the wall.

In an instant, there was a dull "boom" from the inside of the wall where the magic circle was hidden, and the bright brown-yellow lines of the magic circle appeared in front of Cyril for the first time, and the thunder light shuttled between the lines and wreaked havoc Then, destroy every corner it passes.

In just a minute or so, the magic circle completely dimmed. At the moment when black smoke rose from the wall, Su Geer kicked hard, and immediately the whole wall collapsed, revealing A huge void.

"Okay, it's settled, let's all turn around." Su Geer greeted the knights, and was about to step in calmly. Face, a mouthful of filth spit out from the mouth.

"What's the matter, magic backlash?" Cyril stepped forward for the first time, but Sugel waved his hand vigorously at him, and pointed his finger into the hollow.

Cyril raised his head, took a deep breath, and his expression immediately changed——

An unspeakable stench came over his face, he held his breath for the first time, but the smell had already rushed into his brain: the smell of blood, corpses, excrement, and many unspeakable smells mixed together, It forced Cyril to enter the state of soul burning for the first time, so that his mind would not be dazzled by the smell.

But the knights behind him didn't react so quickly. After Cyril turned on the soul burning silence, he immediately heard the sound of a group of people vomiting wildly behind him.

"Get out, get out!" he yelled, and after the knights and Sugel had left the basement, he stretched out his hand to whip up a strong wind and blew it into the cavity forcefully.

In an instant, the almost ferocious stench was swept out by the strong wind, chasing after Su Geer and the others as they retreated.This stench dyed the wind brown and yellow, leaving an indescribable smell in every place it passed.

When the wind was blown out of the house and rushed to the open space where the servants gathered in the manor, almost all the servants immediately knelt down and vomited in pain.

For a moment, almost the entire Romanus manor was flooded by this stench.

Of course, Cyril didn't know how deeply his deodorizing action left the Romanus manor. After several consecutive winds swept through the empty crypt, he tried to take a deep breath to confirm the air. After the smell was no longer in the air, he walked into the hollow.

In the empty space, there are obvious prison furnishings. The doors of all the cells are tightly closed. Cyril looked over and saw that in the cells in front, there were corpses that had been dead for an unknown number of years. The corpses in the smell The smell is coming from here.

But a few more steps forward, he heard faint groans.

He looked towards the cell on one side, but saw a few furry figures lying inside.Most of them remained motionless, only occasionally their bodies trembled slightly.

A strong stench came from their bodies, a stench of beasts, a smell that hadn't been cleaned for a long time, mixed with excrement.

There was no doubt that these were the orcs imprisoned here.

"Wake up, hey, wake up." Cyril shook the iron door, and the figure inside remained motionless.He slashed open the door with a sword, and continued walking inside first.

Of the dozens of cells, half of them housed orcs.Their mental state and physical state are terrible. In such an environment, even the healthy half-orcs have to be depressed.

What's more, it was transported here in a bumpy way, so it's fine if you didn't eat well, and the Romanus family didn't even have someone to clean up the excrement...

Living in such filthy air for a few days, half-orcs who are not sick will also suffer from illness.

Cyril opened the doors one by one. There were nearly fifty half-orcs imprisoned here, of all races. Most of them were half-dead, and the skinny ones were only skinny.

He brushed aside a fox girl's messy, bristling hair, revealing her sunken face with thin cheeks.When those eyes were opened, there was no expression in the eyeballs that should have been alluring, only despair and pleading.

She seemed to be begging Cyril to end her life with a sword.

Cyril was silent, he felt that the palm of his hand holding the sword was hot, and he didn't know where the anger came from.

He put the sword back into its sheath, then took out blankets one by one from the bracelet, wrapped the orcs gently, and sent them out of the crypt one by one.

Only now did the knights regain their strength. Seeing that the young earl was sending the young half-orcs out of the main house with his own hands, they all had expressions of shame on their faces.

Holding their breath, they followed Cyril's pace and sent the orcs out of the house together.

"There are so many locked up?" Su Geer Winkler couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes. When he saw these skinny half-orcs, his eyes couldn't help showing anger.

"Contact City Lord Rutland and provide them with treatment." Cyril raised his head and took a deep breath.

The air was still lingering with the lingering stench, and he raised his hand upwards. This time, the revived wind enveloped the half-orcs, providing them with some healing.

"If Rutland doesn't have a place to adopt them, let him contact the mercenary group and escort them to Siliki, and I'll pay for them."

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On this day, when the thunder exploded at the Romanus Manor on the outskirts of Rutland, the chambers of commerce in the city immediately knew that from this day on, the family that had just risen in Rutland had come to an end.

In the guild hall at night, the young earl leaned on the sofa, letting the mage lady give him a gentle massage.

"There are so many orcs imprisoned in the underground of Romanus' house..."

"How does Mr. Wei plan to arrange them?"

"Let's hire someone to send them back to Siliki. The natural environment can heal them, and I hope they won't be cast too much shadow."

"The slave trade... is really hateful." Mia sighed, "I have cleaned those children well, but the smell on their bodies may take a long time to dissipate."

Thinking of the stench on the half-orc children, Mia couldn't help wrinkling her nose.Afterwards, she bathed herself four or five times, and she still felt a strong smell on her body.

She couldn't help but sniffed herself again, only to see the young man in front of her raise his hand, grab her arm, put it in front of her face and sniff it lightly.

"Yeah, Mr. Wei, what are you doing?"

Mia wanted to withdraw her hand, but Cyril held it firmly, sniffed it lightly a few times, and then let it go back.

"It doesn't smell, don't worry." Cyril said, grabbed Mia's hand again, and covered his eyes.

This time Mia let him hold her hand, without any shyness.

"We may see many more things like this in the future." The boy's voice sounded softly.

"Yeah." She replied softly, "I'll be with you."

　The subscription situation is pretty bad recently, and there is no writing status...

　　What should I do if I feel like this book is useless?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)