Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 591 Meeting
In the quiet sea area, the ships sailing on it are swallowed up by the terrifying storm, so as to obtain the quiet and beautiful open sea after the storm.

It probably never imagined that there would be such a ridiculous pursuit ending in its own domain.

Not long ago, the Aurora-class battlecruiser and the Avenger-class cruiser Napoleon, which were firing at each other not long ago, docked together. The drawbridge used for the attack became a smooth walking channel. At the moment, most of the crew members are sitting on the deck, staring at each other, occasionally turning their heads to see the "cordial meeting" between the leaders of the two parties at the bow position.

Qing Evans, who can be regarded as the earliest male comrade in arms of Cyril in this world, separated from Solkonan with him last year. He went to the east of Amasir, while the former joined the "Southern Containment Project", Became a leader in the new graduate group.

After all, this happened to be the first time the two sides met again after a year.

Compared with the past year, Evans' face has obvious traces of the sea breeze, his eyes are more determined, and his body is stronger.Judging from the breath, it seems that he has not broken through to the professional level, but it is only close to the goal.

Much stronger than before.

Cyril is not the only one who is growing up. When he looks at it from a macro perspective, he finds that the crisis is coming, which makes the young people with potential in this country get a lot of opportunities while the pressure is doubled. It is growing at an unimaginable speed.

The same is true of La Rochelle in the previous game. In fact, this country has emerged a large number of new stars in the last 13 years, but they only shone on one side, and did not get enough environment to become brighter.

Then, under the interlaced pressure of various external and internal forces, the starlight withered.Some can bloom one more time before they die, while others die without a name.

Cyril couldn't help but think of Qing Evans in the game. A few years later, when the garrisoned stronghold was overwhelmed by the army of undead, he went alone to destroy the spell of Sandro the Lich, and finally died on the plain outside the stronghold , no bones left.

The current Qing Evans, no matter from which point of view, is much stronger than the one in the previous game.

A butterfly flapping its wings in South America can cause a hurricane in Florida.From the moment Cyril Adrian, the soul carrier, opened his eyes on the bed in a small border town in northern Xinjiang, everything began to change quietly.

After identifying the true identity of the so-called pirates, there is naturally no need for this boarding battle to continue.The wind knight that Cyril summoned in time ran back and forth between the drawbridges twice, and then separated all the fighters on both sides and returned to their respective ships.

And when the storm passed, Cyril brought the main characters on the Napoleon to the deck of the Dawn Goddess.

"Evans, long time no see." Mia and Misha looked at Qing Evans in disbelief, "I haven't seen you for a few months, why are you a pirate?"

"Ahem, I can't be called a pirate..." Before Evans could speak, he was choked by their words, coughing again and again, trying to defend himself, but found that compared to the one he was wearing on his head, Wearing a pirate captain's hat, the language is so weak.

"No wonder they said you are some kind of ghost ship, the crew is not human, so that's what happened." Cyril's eyes had already scanned the overall situation of the Aurora Goddess, and the half-orcs on the deck were still facing Grinning his teeth at him, apparently they were the source of the "no one on the ghost ship" rumor.

"Are you robbing a slave ship?"

"Correct me, I was first robbed by the southern aristocratic navy pretending to be a slave ship pretending to be a pirate. Out of helplessness, I had to lead the graduates to fight back, and I was lucky enough to win."

"Then you became a pirate?"

Evans' face twitched when he heard it, and he hadn't seen him for almost a year. This young man's mouth was only more annoying than before. Although his piracy was an indisputable fact, he had always maintained the "Solconan Military Academy Fleet".

After all, the main members of the ship, except for the half-orcs, were all graduates from the famous Salconan College, and half of them were called the heirs of a certain noble family.If it weren't for the Southern Restraint Plan, they should all serve in various large armies now, waiting to be honed for a few years before being promoted to high-level officials.

People with such a background naturally don't want to be called "pirates".

"Here, haven't you become the dog leg of Duke Marcellus?" Evans could only choose to fight back verbally, but Cyril sneered, "The dog leg of Duke Marcellus? A joke, I'm Sol Conan specially sent an envoy to the south, and La Rochelle officially sent a guard group to the Port of New Orville—by the way, the object of the guard is you, the father of the pirate captain!"

"Hiss——" Evans gasped, and he had beaten the ghost in the Third Fleet dozens of times in his heart.

Fortunately, it was only Cyril that I ran into—if a few days later at night, when the person on the other ship was captured alive and found to be his own father, what should I do?What can I do?
The joking greeting ended here. He knew Cyril's style. Sure enough, the boy put away his smiling face and asked seriously:

"So these are all orcs you rescued from the slave ship?"

"Yes." Evans replied, "The younger ones are resting in the cabin, and the older ones have been trained as fighters. By the way, we snatched this ship from the people of New Aowei Port, obviously They're also in the business."

"New Aowei Hong Kong people..." Cyril clicked his tongue lightly, was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "Forget it, we'll talk about these things later."

He turned around and pulled the captain who had been standing behind him for a long time to his front: "Get to know him, this is the captain I'm looking for, Connor Drake."

The tall and tall man in Xin'aowei Port seemed rather cautious at the moment. He hesitated for a moment before reaching out to the young captain in front of him who had seen through his intentions twice. After a hasty shake, he separated again.

Captain Drake's consciousness is still in chaos at the moment, how come the opponent who was fighting to death just now suddenly became an acquaintance of the Earl?The boarding battle has just begun, and before I can draw out my knife, the battle is already over?
"Captain Drake's skills are outstanding." Evans said sincerely, "If it weren't for the Aurora-class shield, I should be floating on the sea with a plank in my arms."

"Captain Evans is the one with amazing judgment." Drake shook his head again and again, "Without the sword of Lord Earl, the current Napoleon would probably sink soon."

"It's fine to flatter each other, this is Sugar Winkler, the professional-level mage of Solkonan."

Su Geer stood up with a smile on his face: "I've seen you, the young master of the Evans family. Several years ago, you climbed over the wall and left the school during class time, and you were caught by the knight commander."

"Hey!" Evans didn't expect that the other party's mouth was a slapstick, and his old face blushed, but then he said in surprise, "Professional level again? Counting yourself, don't you have two professions in your team..."

Although he was surprised, Evans was no longer surprised by the speed of this young man's progress.Even now that Cyril jumped out and said that he himself is the best player for La Rochelle, he still feels very normal.

"Professional level? That's too much for us in Siliki." Cyril couldn't help bragging, "I almost can't count enough fingers."

"so much?"

"We also have an ascetic monk from Port New Orway on board, who is also at this level of strength. And this, you know, Her Excellency Heloise Treville."

"Ah, Lord Treville is here too?" Evans bowed quickly when he saw the half-elf bodyguard coming from the suspension bridge at this time-this is the representative of His Royal Highness Anastasia, she even It can represent the right to speak of His Royal Highness the Princess.

Then he looked at Cyril suspiciously: "Then this diplomacy was facilitated by His Highness?"

"You don't know that if you are not in Solkonan, almost all the government affairs are now in charge of Her Royal Highness the Princess."

"What about His Majesty the King?"

"After His Majesty came back from the conquest, just..." Cyril stopped talking in a timely manner, but Evans had already fully understood what he meant.

The two fell into silence at the same time.

Perhaps among the young generation in this country, many people are aware of the ups and downs they are facing, but there is no doubt that these two people are at the forefront of this storm.

One occupies Amasir in the east and stands out in the Northern Frontier War.One is the leader of the Southern Restraint Plan, and at this moment, a large number of La Rochelle's future stars have fallen into the sea and become bandits——

Although there is a big gap in comparison, they are indeed the younger generation who hold the most power in this stall.

After a long time, Evans said softly: "So is Solkonan about to shuffle the cards?"

"Perhaps. Your Highness has a vigorous temperament, and she can't tolerate so much filth in her eyes."

"It is estimated that she will adjust her strategy towards the south, expel as many southern forces as possible from Salconan, or accept it in another way-in short, she will first firmly hold Salconan in her hands."

"What about that place? Those old dukes may not be willing to..."

"Conscription order." Cyril looked into the distance and said calmly, "Your Majesty personally conquered the northern border and issued the call-up order. Tens of thousands of private troops were dispatched from various places, and only half of the northern border was retaken."

Evans licked the tips of his teeth, and just closed his eyes lightly, as if he could see the cruel battle situation in northern Xinjiang, the human and undead fighting under the fog of war all over the sky.

"This may be the most courageous decision since His Majesty took office."

"Maybe His Majesty is so brave?" Cyril shook his head lightly, "Huairou is just a compromise. He put himself in a position that connects the past and the future."

"Judging His Majesty's behavior is not what we should do." Evans suddenly laughed, and Cyril also laughed, "Indeed, such a serious political topic is not suitable for you, we should discuss Solkonan with you The girls in the dark tavern dance the best."

"Haha, Miss Christian will let you watch this?"

"Tsk, what are you talking about, why does she care about me?" Cyril raised his eyebrows, and then said: "On the contrary, there are many noble ladies who want to join the Evans family. Report your case to the Foreign Secretary..."

"Forget it, let my heart be buried in the depths of the sea." Evans laughed.

They looked at the calm sea in the distance. After the storm subsided, the sea could not see the momentum of the huge waves before. On the contrary, the lakes that were not turbulent just quietly reflected the afterglow of the setting sun.

Where the sea and the sky meet, there is already an intoxicating dusk, and the starry night sky takes over the vacated curtain. This is a moonless night, and only bright stars are guiding the way forward.

The crew members on both sides of the deck basically had no ill-will with each other—if the young earl and the young pirate captain had encountered each other later, they might have looked at each other with hatred even if the fighting was called off.

Fires arose on the decks, and the banquet began in such a logical way, with the smell of baked goods wafting over the decks of both ships—celebration of avoiding a battle, celebration of harvesting a group of friendly troops, all reasons to celebrate.

"What's next, what do you plan to do next?"

Cyril shook his wine glass—the wine in the glass was provided by the Goddess of Aurora, and it was a special product of Port New Orway that Evans robbed. It was said to be from the Trento region, and it was the most expensive type.

"Next..." Evans squinted his eyes halfway, watching his companions walk up to the deck of the Napoleon, and Jayce danced on it—this may also be regarded as fulfilling his promise to let him take over. New ship?
"Pirate life is actually not very interesting, although it is indeed very nourishing." He smiled and shook his head, "What's more, it's obviously not a problem to let them float on the sea like this. The books they read in the past are not for today Pirates here."

"Then you join the mission and go with us to Port New Orway?"

"The envoys don't give me so many people under my command." Evans pouted to one side, and sails fluttering on the sea can be seen faintly - that is the signal of the return of the rook class, "hundreds of people, most of them But they are all orcs, and it is impossible to take them ashore at New Orwy Harbor."

"Three expulsion ships, one cruiser, and one battle cruiser... You are really doing a lot of robbery." Cyril thought of the size of Evans' fleet, and couldn't help but admire, "It's so big! A sum of combat power, incorporated into the La Rochelle navy, it is estimated that those navies will be happy, but the port may not welcome your ships..."

As he was talking, an idea suddenly came to his mind.

Then he turned his head to look at Evans.

"Evans, do you want to fight with me again?"

"How big is it?" Evans threw the fish bones he picked into the sea, and also looked at the young earl beside him.

"It's about this big to turn Xinaowei Port upside down?"

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(End of this chapter)