Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 586 The Love Story of Dog Blood

Several strong men who looked like guards in the room finally rushed out at this time. After seeing the corpse on the ground, they showed expressions of shock, but then they all raised their pirate-style scimitars and slashed at Cyril at the door. Come.

"My lord, let's go, there are a lot of them!"

Drake didn't have time to ask why Cyril Adrian, this young man who was willing to pay a high commission to hire himself, would appear in this place, and his body had already subconsciously tried to stand in front of the opponent—at least not let the earl because of himself Injured by a stupid private matter?

But he only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the young earl who was just behind him was actually standing in front of him at this moment.Facing the scimitars that came up, Cyril was unhurried. Drake didn't see how he moved at all, and those strong men fell to the ground, hugging their limbs and moaning. He is an iron-blooded tough guy, but at this moment, he is sobbing.

"Crying? Crying counts as time." Cyril reached out and took off the alarm clock on the counter side, turned the pointer half a circle vigorously, and smashed it on the table, "You still have 28 minutes."

Finally, someone came to his senses and stumbled out of the house clutching the painful part, and went to find the people from Robert's family that the young man said.

The boy's cold face finally regained some gentleness, he turned to look at Drake behind him, and then frowned.

This action made Drake shiver inexplicably. He was about to explain something, but he heard the other party say:

"It's not a gambling debt, is it?"

"Ah? Gambling debts? No, of course not..." Drake wiped the sweat off his face, but saw a relieved expression on the young earl's face: "It's fine if it's not a gambling debt, a gambling dog will die a good death."

Just when Drake didn't know what to say, another neat figure in a robe walked in the door, and whistled as soon as he entered the room: "Ah, Adrian, you are really moving!" Fast enough, young people have energy."

"Are things done?"

"Of course, it's funny to say, I just reported your name, and the consul actually gave me all the information about Robert's family with great cooperation." Su Geer couldn't help laughing, "It seems that the South Nobles don’t hate Solkonan that much.”

"The gecko has its tail broken." Cyril shook his head, "Have you heard anything interesting?"

"Yes, and it's more interesting than you can imagine." Su Geer sat on the counter carelessly, crossing his legs and said, "Robert's smuggled ship pretending to be a pirate was robbed by a merchant ship a few months ago. A whole ship of slaves was snatched away."

"They're all half-orc slaves?"

"That's right, and the obstruction of the slave smuggling trade route only started after this incident."

"Hey." Cyril squinted his eyes.

This is big news.

The ghost ship interfered with the commercial route between the Port of New Orville and La Rochelle, but there was little news of doing anything to ordinary merchant ships.The targets seem to be smuggling slave ships... From this point of view, the ghost ship has obviously become a "messenger of justice" and has done a good thing.

Sugar turned his attention to Connor Drake again: "Drake, how did you owe such a large sum of money? Seventeen Gentry, ordinary people may earn that much after working for several years. "

"And our captain still borrowed the new currency from New Aowei Port." Cyril added.

Drake looked at Su Geer from the left, and the young earl from the right. He knew that his sudden salary advance attracted the attention of the two of them, and the young earl did not hesitate to settle the debt for him. ...

He had no reason to hide it anymore.

"Actually, this is not an interesting story." Connor Drake spread his hands, "Simply put, many years ago, I fell in love with a girl in Port New Orway."

"Well, then what?"

"And then she got pregnant."

"Huh? And then."

"I just found out about the news, so I lent her some money."

Sugar held his forehead: "Captain Drake, it seems that you have no talent for storytelling at all."

"It wasn't an interesting story in the first place."

"But at least you have to explain the timeline clearly, and then when you tell the story, you should be like this, like this, while walking and talking—" Su Geer pretended to be walking on the deck, shaking his hands up and down, "Hey, Let me tell you, I used to have a girl I liked, I slept with her but I left her, and I just found out recently that she didn't get married again, and gave me two children~ Like this, understand? "

"Okay." Cyril seemed not interested in this story, and such a bloody and vulgar love story really made him not interested.He picked up the alarm clock and shook it lightly: "There is one last minute, let me see if the people from Robert's family can arrive in time - Robert's house should not be far from here, Su Geer?"

"It's not far, you can definitely reach it by walking for 10 or [-] minutes." Su Geer still maintained the posture of telling a story, "But I think the alley is a bit too boring, so I added a little...to add it? "

"Add head?" Cyril was wondering, and his ears had already caught a scream from a distance mixed with the sound of electric current.

"It's really bad fun for you to add hair."

"Great rewards, isn't your countdown game the same?"

While they were talking, the pointer of the last minute had already completed the circle.The footsteps outside the door were extremely hasty, amidst the staggered roar of thunder and lightning, several figures finally stumbled in——

All of their hair stood up dry and twisted irregularly, their fair faces were scorched black at the moment, and the luxurious clothes on their bodies were all tattered.The person at the head is the member of Robert's family seen in the Lighthouse Tavern, Barry Robert.

"Yo yo, welcome Mr. Barry Robert to your own shop, let me check the time—" Cyril picked up the alarm clock and made a tsk-tsk sound, "Unfortunately, I'm late for one minute and thirty seconds..."

"Who the hell are you? It's all a fucking trap set up by you, which made me..." Barry Robert said dirty words all over his mouth, but when he saw the blue light flashing in front of his eyes, he felt the pain in his body. cold--

"One minute and 30 seconds, kill one more minute, and one minute and 1 seconds can only kill one and a half."

In front of him, the sharp long sword in the young earl's hand was shining with silver light, and a scarlet blood line was converging along the drooping edge of the sword to the tip of the sword, and then it turned into a drop of blood and dripped down.

He stretched out his hand and pointed to Barry Robert's side first. Barry turned his head and saw his most trusted guard's eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, and he kept making "hohohoho" sounds, but his hands were covering his neck— —Scarlet plasma was gushing out from it, and then he fell back, fell to the ground, and did not move anymore.

"This is one." The young earl drooped his eyes, said lightly, and then pointed his finger at Barry Robert, "This is half."

Barry Robert looked down at his body in horror, and suddenly understood what happened to the lower body chill just now.

At this moment, his lower body had long since disappeared, and there was a flat cut at his waist; his upper body was held there by a cloud of wind, and the coldness hit his forehead and swept his whole body.

"Ass, where is my ass!" He screamed heart-piercingly, and quickly felt the loss of his life, tears welled up in his eyes, "I am the young master of Robert's family, even if I die, my father will definitely find you , will hang you on the mast, and let the seagulls peck your lower body!"

However, as if he didn't hear what he said, Cyril bent down and picked up the big wooden frame next to the counter, which was filled with the debt-payer's silver terry. As he shook, it rattled and rattled.

"According to the laws of the kingdom, your actions should be punished by death." He said lightly, "As for your father, do you think a baron is worthy to speak in front of an earl? It is estimated that the guards at the port have rushed into you now. Home, have you copied your house clean?"

As soon as Cyril's other hand was released, the wind supporting Barry's body dissipated immediately, and his upper body hit the ground heavily.He howled and passed out.

He looked at the unconscious Barry Robert and the trembling guards beside him expressionlessly, not even interested in looking at them more.Picked up Drake's purse from the counter and threw it back into his arms.

"Lord Earl, this is the end?" Connor Drake looked at Barry Robert, who was estimated to be dead. It was hard to imagine that this matter would end so easily. He originally thought that there would be a big fight.

"The North Alliance will not protect Robert's family. The evidence is sufficient. They should die." Cyril glanced at him, "Take care of your money, how can you get married without money?"

Drake opened his mouth, unable to speak.

"The Consul will send the treasurer to take over the money, and return it according to the bill." Cyril walked straight past the dull guards, and returned to the dark alley, where the burnt smell of thunder and lightning still lingered , I don’t know if the gamblers lying on both sides survived.

Su Geer followed behind him, looking at his "masterpiece" with satisfaction: "How about it, my trap setting method, don't look at it as a group-wide spell when it is triggered, in fact, it is completely made up of single-body spells. The resulting effect perfectly implements my idea of ​​'focusing on one point and reaching the peak'..."

"Where are the bums?"

"As long as they don't move around, I'm sure none of them will be fine." Su Geer was not annoyed when the topic was interrupted, and said cheerfully, "By the way, which one of the kingdom's laws has been violated by that guy? Why don't I remember... "

"I said it casually." Cyril shrugged, "I can't memorize the thick and large kingdom's law, but is it important?"

Su Geer let out a hey laugh, and did not forget to call Connor Drake, who was staying behind, to leave quickly.

When they returned to the bright street, they saw a mansion being surrounded by guards, and a row of people were being escorted out of the mansion. It was obviously the people of Robert's family.

The baron who was walking in the front tried hard to argue with the consul, but the latter ignored him, walked straight into the carriage, and disappeared from the baron's sight.

"He didn't even see your face, and he ruined the rest of his life because of you, don't you think it's nonsense?" Seeing this rather "tragic" scene, Su Geer couldn't help sighing.

"Because of their behavior, countless half-orc families fell apart on the plateau in the west. Don't you think this is also nonsense?" Cyril raised his eyebrows and asked him, "This is his end, it's nothing more than someone to carry it out.”

"Yes." Su Geer deeply agreed.

Connor Drake stood on the side of the street for a while, until all the members of Robert's family were escorted away, then he took a step towards the clubhouse.

The money bag in his arms seemed to be incredibly hot, making his chest extremely hot.

This reminded him of the cloth bag that the girl stuffed into his arms many years ago, when he boarded a boat and left New Orway Harbor. There were only a few new coins in it, some dry food, and the girl tied up her long hair. hair ties.

The hair rope had long been swept away by the waves in a storm and disappeared somewhere in the sea; many of his memories of Port New Orway and her were also drowned in the tide.

He walked in the guild hall in a daze, and turned into the room, only to find a person kneeling on the floor.

The Dervish, Neil Alden.

"Ah, I went to the wrong room, Lord Alden, I'm sorry..." The moment he saw the ascetic, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

The killing of Claudius Benjamin, the saint of the Harbor Temple, was the biggest disturbance in Port New Orway in the past year. Numerous residents of Port New Orway demanded that the Temple of the Harbor should punish the murderer severely, preferably in the square. Brutal death penalty.

However, the Harbor Temple said that the prisoner escaped by taking advantage of the storm, and it is estimated that he and the boat sank on the bottom of the sea, so the matter was left alone.

It is estimated that the Earl did not realize at all what kind of scourge he recruited into the team.If people see Neil Alden appearing in La Rochelle's team, I'm afraid the angry New Orway Hong Kong people will tear up the entire La Rochelle team, right?
"Your Excellency Alden." He thought so, taking a deep breath: "Are you really planning to return to Port New Orway? This may drag down the earl."

Neil Alden didn't look up.

He put his hands together in front of his chest, pressed the hard wood under his knees, and just replied in a low voice:

"I was originally exiled to La Rochelle, and I planned to go all the way north, into the extreme northern plains, and die in the wind and snow."

"But the appearance of Lord Earl may be Lord Urella telling me that my life should not end so easily. I still bear the sins, and I still need to pay for them."

"When I arrive at New Aowei Port, I will naturally leave the team, and I won't drag the earl down."

He closed his eyes again and began to chant softly again.

This time, Connor Drake caught his recitation:

"Praise be to the great Uriella, who saw the abyss born from the depths of the sea, and rolled endless waves to sink it forever..."

——"Sea Nerve Volume Three".

(End of this chapter)