Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 593 The Strange Death of the Holy Maiden

The towering rock pillars are full of scratches from swords and swords, and the stone gate built by them was once the place where the army of Xinaowei Port took an oath.After the disaster of the volcanic eruption, the people of Xinaowei Hong Kong in this era set up this stone gate here, and regained their prestige and status with one sword and one sword.

"Andrea's stone gate", which symbolizes the majesty of the new Orway port.Although the Andria District is a so-called diplomatic area in Xinaowei Port, where all the embassies of various countries are stationed, it is by no means a shameful area like a "concession". A symbol of Weigang's strength.

No matter what your identity is, whether you are La Rochelle or Saint Emma, ​​Nudaria or Palanya, private fighting is prohibited in the Andria district, and those who disobey——

The few people on Cyril's side didn't react impulsively at all, and the adulterer of Ossa Emma had already put himself in a state of refuting with others, even if Cyril's words were not clean, he could still laugh Of.

But the young knights behind Hubert Rhodes didn't seem happy to have someone pointing fingers at them, especially since the other party looked like an "ordinary person" wearing only coarse cloth.

"Is it up to you? Go away!"

"What's the matter with New Aowei Port and Andrea District? The capital of Ao San Emma doesn't have such restrictions. Can you still compare with Ao San Emma?"

They simply showed the arrogance of the people of St. Emma to the extreme. Before Hubert Rhodes stopped them, the two fast-talking knights had already said what they shouldn't have said.

Looking at Hubert's resentful eyes towards them, the two young knights thought that the foreign minister they were guarding was praising themselves, and were about to blow a whistle proudly. The long stick suddenly hit the ground hard——

"Jingle bell—"

The rapid vibration of the bells rang wildly with the knocking of the long stick. If you have good eyesight, you can see clearly that the top of the long stick, inside the four outwardly raised arcs like a Zen stick, are small bells floating in the air. Trembling wildly.

And with the ringing of the bell, the expression of the two outspoken young knights suddenly changed, and then without warning, their bodies were thrown backwards, and they slammed into the outer wall of the residential house on the side with a bang, directly smashing the Three or four brick-thick walls collapsed!

"Hey, what the hell have you done!"

Immediately, the messy Ao Sheng Emma language sounded behind the traitor, and several knights had already drawn their swords halfway, intending to step forward and take down the monk-looking man.

But Hubert Ross had a cold expression on his face. Before the knights could act recklessly, he roared, "Everyone back, put down your sword, and don't move!"

The knights froze.

They hesitated for a moment, then put back the sword in their hands, and retreated awkwardly.And Hubert Rhodes looked at the monk, and then bowed slightly: "Your Excellency, I am sorry for those who did not restrain my subordinates. I hope you can forgive me."

The monk's expression didn't change, he just waved his hands lightly.Hubert then turned his head and glared at the knights behind him: "Go and see how they are hurt, and then hurry up!"

The scene where the people of Ossa Emma suddenly came and deflated made all the people on Cyril's side feel extremely happy.But at the same time of joy, puzzlement also followed. Mia tiptoed to Cyril's ear and asked softly:
"Mr. Wei, what is the identity of that person, what kind of magic is he using? Why did he suddenly let someone fly out?"

Cyril watched the two knights being lifted up and staggered past the other side of the stone gate. The future adulterer walked past with a cold face, without even looking at himself, he whispered:
"It's probably related to the Harbor Temple. As for the method he used... I don't know if I haven't fought against him before."

He said, walked forward, bowed to the man and said: "Thank you for your help."

"I'm just maintaining the discipline of New Aowei Port." There was no superfluous expression on the man's face, "As I said, if there are any unresolvable conflicts, there are at least three arenas in Andria District for You settle the quarrel, don't fight privately."

As he spoke, he tapped the long stick in his hand on the ground again. Amidst the jingle of bells, he turned around and was ready to leave.

But before he took a step, he heard a low and hoarse voice calling from behind:
"Master Judge, is there any clue about Lord Benjamin's affairs?"

The moment he heard this voice, his legs suddenly took big steps, as if he wanted to escape, but the voice continued to sound behind him:
"Has the Harbor Temple found out what Alvin Saxon is planning in private?"

He stopped again.

After a while, a sigh came from the mouth of the monk.

Then he turned around and looked directly at the source of the questioning voice—the last of Cyril's team, the ascetic monk who had taken off his hood to reveal his vicissitudes of life, Neil Alden.

"Put on your hood, and I can pretend I didn't see you." He drooped his eyes slightly, and whispered in his mouth, his lips were a little white, and his voice was trembling, "You shouldn't come back."

Neil Alden put his hands together in front of his chest: "If I don't come back, how will some things be settled?"

The man suddenly raised his voice, and said sharply: "The matter has long been over, you killed the saint, and the arrest warrant has already been issued, you are throwing yourself into a trap—"

While he was speaking, the scepter in his hand slammed on the ground again, and the surrounding air became solemn at this moment.Cornel Alden stood where he was, just staring at him, then lowered his eyes slightly, and let out a sigh:
"Then why don't you come and take me down?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the trembling sound of the bell in the scepter was like a flock of birds startled by a gust of wind blowing through the forest. The jingle clang was non-stop, and a layer of invisible wall visible to the naked eye was suddenly formed. In front of that person, in the next second, like a big wave, it was about to hit the defenseless Neil Alden who was just standing with his hands folded in front of his chest.

But at the same time, there was a sound of "hum", and a dazzling blue light slashed out from the side, flashing in the air - the young half-elf had already landed with the long sword inserted in the scabbard, and he The air around him twisted for a while, and the virtual wall collapsed.

The man's eyes were wide open, and he looked at the young man beside him in disbelief.And Cyril stood up straight, turned his head and nodded to him: "Your Excellency, I don't know what grievances you have with him; but he was brought by me, he is a member of my team—"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and patted the hilt of the sword lightly, and the meaning after that was self-evident.

The man held the scepter tightly in his hand, and his nails seemed to be sinking into the flesh of his palm.His eyes lingered back and forth between Cyril and Neil Alden, and finally he turned around and headed towards the Andrea area without looking back.

Not even a word was left.

It wasn't until the man's figure completely disappeared from sight that Cyril turned his head and looked at Neil Alden who was silent behind him.

"Put on your hood." He said, "What's the matter, let's talk about it at the residence."

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The housing environment of the embassy is not bad, it can even be said to be quite superior.The interior of the room is made of expensive materials. Compared with this place, Cyril's own Lord's Mansion is far behind.

Neil Alden knelt on the hard wooden board, lowered his head, quietly waiting for the question from the young earl behind the desk in front of him.

"Tell me, who is that person and what is his identity."

"That is the administrator of the Harbor Temple, Philip Benjamin, and he is responsible for leading the security of the New Aowei Harbor."

The ascetic monk lowered his eyebrows and said.

And this name made Cyril extremely curious: "Benjamin? What's his relationship with Cloris Benjamin?"

"He is the saint's uncle."

"So you really killed the saint?" Cyril casually slapped a wanted notice he picked up on the road on the table, "Track the murderer: Neil Alden, this face is yours, there's nothing wrong with it .”

"I killed the saint."

"Why didn't the saint's uncle arrest you immediately, and even wanted to let you go? Because he is your accomplice?" Cyril raised his eyebrows.

"Lord Earl, please don't describe the Lord Judge like this, the Lord Judge is absolutely fair..."

Neil Alden retorted subconsciously, but thinking of Philip Benjamin's outrageous behavior just now, his words seemed so pale.

"So, you still don't have anything to say to us about the fact that you killed the saint? You still insist on that, you simply killed the saint, and you don't intend to explain more ?” Cyril said tiredly, resting his cheeks on the back of his hand.

Communicating with ascetic monks is not an easy task.Although he basically knows everything to say, whether you say anything or not depends on whether you put the sword around his neck in time. If you don't draw the sword, he will never say more if you can.

As for the matter related to the death of the saint, it is useless to draw a sword.He would just lower his eyebrows and remain silent, without saying a word, as if he had confirmed a death sentence——

Prior to this, Cyril had tried many inquiries.And Neil Alden was the same as now, without saying a word, just kneeling and sitting there quietly.

He sighed.

"Neil Alden, you have to understand one thing."

"Although you are in my team now, your identity is not like other people's. You are actually a prisoner."

As Cyril said, he stood up slowly, pacing back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, "You need to display your value, you are a tool. And how to use the tool is up to me."

The ascetic monk raised his head and looked at him suspiciously - the young earl had never expressed such a meaning, and he couldn't tell what the other party's intention was for a moment.

And Cyril said in a long voice, slowly: "So, if a tool can't play its due role according to the original use method, I will use it in a different way-Miss Treville, please Bring her in!"

He raised his voice and shouted, and the door was pushed open as soon as he finished speaking.Heloise Treville walked into the house quickly, holding a long white haired figure in her hand.

"Please read his heart, Miss Heilene."

Cyril looked at Veronica Helene who was dragged into the house by Heloise. The latter had a sluggish face—she had been holding back for a long time and couldn't sing properly. The moment she heard Cyril speak , her expression immediately became bright and bright, like the sun at the beginning of spring.

Then she cleared her throat, her eyes fell on the ascetic monk, and she immediately sang a song happily:

"Your heart is like a rock in the bottom of the sea. You think you are indestructible, but your foundation is barely enough to grasp, not as good as the waist of your beloved girl~ Oh, your girl is lying in a crystal coffin, she is still crying, Did you make her sad?"

Neil Alden's expression changed for the first time. He looked at Veronica in amazement. Although he had some idea of ​​the so-called "witch" beside the earl, he hadn't cared about it before, but he didn't expect her to have Such a strange ability——

He wanted to stop the witch from continuing to sing, but the witch briskly hid behind Cyril, and the melodious voice continued:

"You and her walked in the hazy moonlit night, the sea, the sea, the moonlight, the moonlight, it was as beautiful as the night you first met, she was in the hazy pool, and you looked at her without taking your eyes off~"

"enough……"

"You see her dancing, you see her singing, you see her like a spirit bird in the world, she wants to fly away, but she stays in the world~"

"enough……"

"She looked at you, she wanted something from you, she begged you, you held the dagger, you pierced her chest, is she crying? No, she is laughing~"

"enough!"

Neil Alden suddenly roared loudly, and his voice hit Cyril and Veronica Helene like a tidal wave.But before Cyril could make a move to resist, Heloise on one side had already drawn out her sword, and swung it towards the space in front of the desk in front of her.

Immediately, the voice disappeared for a moment as if it was swallowed up, and when it rang in the ear again, it was already at a normal volume.

"You can take Miss Helene down, please." Cyril nodded to Heloise, and then looked at Neil Alden again.

The ascetic monk was already sweating profusely, with his hands propped on the ground, he was panting violently, and the sweat flowed into a river, wetting all the clothes on his back.

"Neil Alden, it seems that things are not as you said."

"Did you take the initiative to kill the saint, or did the saint beg you to kill her?"

His fingers tapped lightly on the table, one by one, quietly torturing the mind of the ascetic like the frequency of water drops falling naturally.

An ascetic monk may be like a rock on the bottom of the sea, not afraid of waves and undercurrents, but water drips through stones, and this is what he is afraid of.

"It seems that there are still many strange things about this matter, Alden, if you can't give a reasonable explanation, I think you may have to ask Miss Helene to do it again."

Pain appeared on the face of the ascetic monk, his facial features were twisted together, and after a while, he lowered his head to the ground.

"Lord Count."

He whispered:
"The memory of that period, I don't remember at all."

"All I know is that I killed her, Cloris Benjamin."

"That's all."

(End of this chapter)