Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 595 Evans' Approaching Way
Goodwin's mood swings were more violent than everyone thought, and he almost rolled his eyes and passed out directly.

It took more than ten minutes for Cyril and others to calm down the eyeliner of the only remaining Duke Marcellus.The wallpaper in the room was dyed a relaxing aqua blue by Ms. Mia, and a soft chair was prepared for him opposite Cyril's table. After that, Goodwin began his narration .

"Sandy Marion, that's what he wants me to get votes for."

Cyril nodded. Sandy Marion is a character familiar to players. He has been reelected for 12 years as the consul of New Orway Port, and is responsible for the redemption of prestige rewards in New Orwell Port.

It’s just that according to the history of the game, since Sandy Marion has been re-elected for so many years, there should be no need for anyone to win votes for him——

"In the past few years, the law and order in the port has been unstable. The number of pirates has doubled, and there are many calls for Sandy Marion to step down." Goodwin approached the table and whispered, fearing that others would People heard, "It is probably because of this reason that he needs to win votes."

"Where are his competitors?"

"Competitors... the remaining six councilors are quite threatening to him, and there are still newcomers eyeing him."

"It seems that his situation is really bad." Cyril looked at the few people on the side, "It was precisely because of his support that Ivan Saxon was able to develop the mafia rapidly. Now the people behind have a situation, It is natural to give back to him.”

"It sounds like this matter is simpler than I thought." Mia whispered, and the captain of the half-elf guard had already called the knight outside the door to let the knight go to collect Sandy Marion.

While Cyril was talking and sorting out his thoughts, he felt that things were not that simple.

It is now 1441, the Year of Darkness and Whiteness.

Players don't know what happened to Xinaowei Port in the dark and white years.This is an absolutely unfamiliar time period for Cyril. The so-called "history books" that he has read are completely different from the 1441 he is experiencing now.

But in the game, Alvin Saxon is not a well-known name.

This made Cyril feel puzzled.

As he is experiencing now, Ivan Saxon should have considerable influence in New Aowei Port, even if he planned any conspiracy and ended in failure-if successful, New Aowei Port should have his glorious a sum.

But to be able to completely erase its past experience, the object of this task is too "energy".

Thinking of this, a name has jumped into Cyril's mind.

Harbor Temple.

Perhaps in the original history, Alvin Saxon still planned some things, but the Harbor Temple did it very cleanly, and directly fused him together with his resume-this is probably a more reliable guess.

"Newman Holt." Cyril called out to the young knight who had just received Heloise's order, and said, "Several people who are candidates for the parliament are also going to check. The elected youths should also check it out, and finally there is the Harbor Temple, you go and assign tasks."

"As for you..." He looked back at Duke Marcellus' last eyeliner, Goodwin.Since the other party wanted something from them, they could only logically protect him, beat and beat him, and ask for some useful information.

The Cavaliers are agile, efficient, and fast.After less than two hours, the first piece of useful information was sorted out and sent to Cyril.

"This one is the parliamentary election list. The seven current members are naturally on the record, and the remaining ones have high voices, and there are nearly five. Judging from the preliminary votes, Sandy Marion can only be ranked in the middle. Not ideal."

"It seems that the role of canvassing votes is not that great." Mia analyzed, "In addition, the power of Xinaowei Port is really not concentrated enough. Except for Sandy Marion, there are actually some members of the original councilor who rank It’s the last time, and I don’t know what they were doing during their election.”

"If it were changed to the Forest Council, this kind of thing would not happen." Misha quietly woke up the unbloomed flowers on the window flowerpot, looked at the unfolded petals, and whispered, "The strength and status of the clan is the decision The biggest factor in the elders' right to speak in the parliament is that as long as the clan is strong, it can always have an elder seat."

"I remember that Saint Emma seems to have a corresponding system." Mia was thoughtful, and Qing Evans yawned and answered her question.

"Ost. Emma does have a parliamentary system, but their emperor has the highest status and the greatest power. The parliament is used to curb imperial power, but it is completely dominated by the emperor. It can be said that it is useless. "

"If you ask me, it's better to go shopping in the city and walk a few more districts to check these things. It should be much better than talking on paper here."

Cyril put down the parchment in his hand, and glanced at Qing Evans who had made an opinion.

"You're right, but my original plan was to attend the exhibition tomorrow and rest here today...In that case, how about Evans, why don't you go outside for us?"

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It was getting late, and Qing Evans stood by the fountain in the square, took a deep breath, and wrapped his robe tighter.

The evening in Port New Orway in May was cooler than he had expected.

"Parliament, elections, voting..." He was a little bored wandering around the square. People in Xinaowei Hong Kong seem to be busier than people know. At least he wandered here for nearly 10 minutes, but he couldn't find it. There is a girl with long hair who can strike up a conversation.

"To be honest, I don't understand what he's thinking." Beside him, Sugel Winkler, a professional-level mage also from Solkonan, was squatting on the fountain, drawing his fingertips in the pool Back and forth, quietly emitting a little current.

Qing Evans knew what he was talking about, and said with emotion: "His thinking has always been strange, but from the perspective of results, he is often correct."

"From the perspective of results?"

"For example, if there is a culprit in an incident, he will directly start from the culprit, and the methods are relatively direct." Evans sighed, "Speaking of it, he seems to omit a lot, we are used to Questions that sex thinks about, like 'why'."

"why?"

"Why do the two of us have to squat here to blow the cold wind? This is something he won't think about. He will directly think about what the two of us are waiting for, and then simply find the target we are waiting for in advance—" Evans Suddenly he blew a whistle vigorously, and when he spoke again, it had already switched to New Aowei Hong Kong.

"Hey, beautiful lady, please don't be in such a hurry, I hope you can stay for me, even if it's only for a minute—"

The pronunciation of the new Aowei Hong Kong language is short and bright, and this string of words is like notes spraying down a fountain.

And this sentence undoubtedly retained the target that Evans wanted to stop.

It was a woman with fluttering blond hair wearing a scarf, a knitted hat, and a goose-yellow coat. Her slightly curly blond hair fluttered slightly as she stepped forward. When she stopped, It looks like a little octopus with a ball rolled up at the end, which looks very cute.

Although this lady's appearance has not reached a very high level-this level is judged by low-level beauties such as Heloise, Mia, and Misha, but in general she is very beautiful and moving, belonging to the People are willing to open their wallets and ask for a cup of coffee or black tea.

"What is it, sir?"

She stopped by the hot springs and asked Evans, who greeted glibly.

"Well, we're bored. I don't know where there's a party, or a drink, a dance—whatever. In short, we're bored. Have you heard of any of these parties?"

Evans stood up, looking tall and powerful in front of the lady, with a confident smile on his face, so he looked quite attractive.

"Do you want to attend some social evenings?" The lady showed a surprised look. "Ah, I happen to be attending a dance party, and I don't have a dance partner yet. If possible, would you..."

"Of course, of course I would." Evans immediately stepped forward happily, "Miss, what's your name?"

"Auditore," she replied, "Cassandra Auditore."

"It's such an elegant and beautiful name. It reminds me of a thawed clear spring and the sound of gurgling water." Qing Evans praised, and then saluted gracefully, stretching out a hand with the hand facing upwards, "I It's Sunny Evans, and as you've heard, I can make rainy days sunny."

The lady who called herself Cassandra Auditore let out a chuckle. She covered her mouth and giggled, and put her hand on Evans's after a while: "Well, you are so funny."

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment."

Sugar Winkler stared wide-eyed, seeing that Qing Evans took the hand of a strange woman familiarly, and just wanted to leave with her——Hey, hey, isn't it right, everyone is together Wandering around here to collect information, why did you sneak away with a beautiful girl openly?

The technique of striking up a conversation is too proficient, right?
"Hey, Evans, what about me?" He couldn't help calling Evans, his eyes cast aside questions again and again.

And Evans just looked at him silently for a few seconds, whether it was ridicule or pity in his eyes, and then decisively left with Cassandra Auditore.

Only Sugar Winkler was left sitting by the fountain, watching their disappearing backs with question marks all over his head.

"Leave? Just leave like this? What about your plan? I can understand getting into the banquet, but your behavior is too confusing, right?"

The most talented mage in La Rochelle, a genius who has entered the professional ranks in the twentieth generation, Sugar Winkler's eyes are darkened at this moment, and he feels that this is more puzzling than the initial attempt to compress lightning spells , He couldn't read Evans' intentions at all-just the awkward-sounding strike-up was already incomprehensible, and the success was the most outrageous.

Could it be that such a strike-up is really useful?
Su Geer thought so, and after a few minutes, he stared at the back of a woman who was probably wrapped in a cloak that was surprisingly thick and fluffy in this weather, and her long white hair was scattered behind her. There is also a clanging sound from the exterior trim when walking.

"Hey, beautiful lady, please don't..."

He couldn't read Evans' embarrassing pick-up words halfway through, but this sentence worked for that figure.

She stopped.

Then he turned his head, revealing a fair face.The moment Su Geer saw this face, he suddenly froze for a moment——

It is true that this face is beautiful. The face shape, facial features, and skin texture are all top-notch, but the most important thing is the other person's eyes.

It was a kind of ethereal and bewildered, yet charming complex eyes. Just by a glance, Su Geer felt attracted by the other party, and even felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.

"Fortunately, I'm strong enough. If Evans is here, I guess the soul will be hooked away." He boasted a bit, although the girl whom he called out did have amazing beauty, but for For Sugar Winkler, who has devoted all his sincerity to spells, it seems that it is more interesting to study how Chain Lightning can shorten the pre-release swing.

"Beautiful lady." He collected himself, and then accosted Evans according to the routine, "I hope to attend some banquets, do you have any news?"

The complicated eyes stayed on him for a moment, then slowly turned around.

She shook her head lightly, then started walking again without leaving a word.

The heavy cloak was almost dragging on the ground, and the tinkling sound continued. As she went away, it seemed that when the wind passed under her cloak, there was still a whimpering sound.

Su Geer shook his head. It was a mistake to expect such a thing. He should go to the tavern to investigate information, instead of rushing to that occasion like Evans, a nobleman who can adapt himself to the banquet.

Thinking of this, he was a little greedy for the wine of New Orville Port.

He stood up, aimed at the nearest tavern, and dived in.

And in the embassy in La Rochelle, the half-elf boy looked at the news he got from Goodwin.

"The Kingdom of Nudaria, the snake people... the half-orc union on the western plateau actually sent people to the port of New Aowei? This is really a strenuous journey for them."

Not all of the western plateau is the territory of La Rochelle, only a part of it belongs to La Rochelle, and the rest is still the homeland of orcs and half-orcs.

If they want to reach Xinaowei Port, they need to climb mountains, trek through mountains and rivers, and cross deserts. This will be a long and difficult road. Bad road conditions and weather are their biggest obstacles.

What's more, the Kingdom of Nudarya doesn't like to see the half-orcs in the western plateau, although a considerable part of them belong to the same origin.

"Their messengers who came to Port New Orway, let me see what is the name... Kindred?"

He pinched the parchment in his hand, thoughtful.

(End of this chapter)