Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 598

If the white figure was a cloud supported by the wind when it flew into the auditorium, then it was a white bird defeated by the strong wind when it flew out.

The white velvet cloak, which looked very thick, spread out like a broken wing at the moment, flying past Cyril and Mia at a rapid speed.But the black figure who was attacked by him didn't let him go at all. A pitch-black spear had already been thrown from the entrance of the auditorium, with a black streamer, it was about to catch up with the white figure in an instant.

"Mr. Wei!" Mia screamed from the side, but saw that the white velvet cloak was thrown out obliquely, wrapped around the black spear, and smashed it to the side.The owner of the clothes staggered to the ground and rolled over in a hurry before disappearing from their sight.

There were still bloodstains from his injury on the ground, and the dripping blood splashed for dozens of meters, and finally disappeared with the disappearance of the man.

Cyril picked up the white velvet cloak and the black spear together. The spear was extremely heavy, and with his strength, he felt a little bit of difficulty.The upper half of the spear was submerged in the cloak, while the lower half was still exposed.When he reached out to pull it out, he found that the spear was almost firmly stuck in the down cloak.

All of this happened in just a few seconds, and only at this moment did a commotion start in the auditorium.Those belated guards finally reacted and rushed out, surrounding the black figure.

He walked straight out of the auditorium, followed the blood line until it disappeared, then slowly retracted, and landed on the half-elf boy at the entrance of the passage.

In Cyril's hand, the spear and the cloak had been separated. He held the extremely heavy spear and threw it casually, which was easily caught by the latter.

"Hey, you, did you see where that person went?" The guard on the side stepped forward and asked, but Cyril glanced at him and said nothing.

Seeing this, the guard immediately raised the spear in his hand, and was about to poke at Cyril, when the black figure finally spoke, his voice was low and hoarse, with a kind of magnetic charm.

"This matter has nothing to do with them. Find Mr. Judge Benjamin and let him handle the matter here."

The guard stepped back in embarrassment, and hesitated to step forward out of the auditorium, but he stopped after taking two steps.

A figure dressed in a monk's sacrificial robe had already appeared at the door of the first arch; holding a scepter in his hand, there would be tinkling bells in the scepter as he walked.

Philip Benjamin, Executor of Port New Orway.

"What happened." He strode towards the door of the auditorium, and the loud voice had already sounded.

"Master Executor." The young man in black bowed slightly, and his tone sounded respectful, but he couldn't tell he had the slightest respect, "An assassin who came from somewhere just tried to assassinate me, but I repelled him .”

"Assassin?" Philip Benjamin sneered when he heard the word, "Is there anyone who dares to assassinate you in Port New Orway? Alvin Saxon?"

His words finally revealed the identity of the young man in black, and also made Cyril's brow twitch.

It was not that Cyril was unprepared for his identity, but the moment of real confirmation still felt tricky.

professional grade.

Whether it was the surprise assassin or Alvin Saxon himself, the magical aura emanating from the momentary collision belonged to the professional level.And with Cyril's perception, if one only talks about the understanding of the professional level, the assassin is probably above him.

And Alvin Saxon, who can directly defeat the assassin with a backhand blow, is obviously above that assassin.

But there was not much fear in Cyril's heart, but he felt bursts of excitement inexplicably.He looked at Alvin Saxon who was carrying a spear that was as black as ink and dripping with blood, and he had a faint urge to fight him.

As soon as this idea came up, Cyril couldn't help but start fantasizing about how to deal with Alvin Saxon, and started simulating combat in his mind.

And Alvin Saxon faced Philip Benjamin calmly, and the district governor who chased after him to inquire after seeing the judge also restrained his expression, and greeted the judge with an awkward smile.

"That's hard to say, Lord Benjamin." He had an uncomfortable smile on his face—if a wolf sticks out its red tongue at you, you wouldn't think it was a kind smile—and Alvin Saxon His smile gives people the feeling that he is a wolf with a smile on his head.

"It's true that he didn't hurt me, and was wounded by me, but all the candidates were frightened, and the judge shouldn't be happy to see someone making trouble at the diplomatic exhibition in New Aowei Port again, right?"

Philip Benjamin looked deeply at Alvin Saxon. He took off his hood, revealing his wrinkled scalp like an old tree.The dry face and sunken eye sockets have a special sense of oppression, just being stared at will make the whole body go numb.

After a while, he put on the hood again, turned around, and the long staff in his hand jingled again.

"I'm going to catch him."

Philip walked out of the arch slowly, and disappeared from the sight of several people in a short time.

Cyril clearly heard a sigh of relief from the people around Alvin Saxon, as if some weight had been lifted, only Saxon himself was fine.Then Saxon turned his head and looked at Cyril again.

"Your Excellency, can you give me this dress?"

He watched the overly young boy in front of him weigh the clothes in his hand, and just when he thought that the other party was going to hand it over directly, he saw the boy shrinking his hands back and simply shoved the velvet cloak to his side in the hands of his girlfriend.

Alvin Saxon frowned immediately.

The lines of his face were already rigid, and his expression was even more fierce.But the young man in front of him didn't seem to be aware of his discomfort, he just put one hand on the shoulder of his female companion, hugged her to his side, and put the other hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"what do you mean?"

"I really want to give it to you, but it's a pity that my family has a special liking for this velvet cloak. So." Cyril shrugged.

"So?" Saxon had already tightly grasped the spear in his hand, the muscles on his arm under the clothes were clearly defined, and he was about to throw the spear at the young man in front of him in the next second.

"So...you have to pay more."

As Cyril said, he took the velvet cloak back from Miss Mage's hand again, and the thick and soft touch was immediately conveyed.Not to mention its beautiful appearance, just considering its excellent protective performance, it will start with a base price of [-] Gentry in the player market, and it will increase several times.

Every hair on it comes from the soft chest hair of Lin sheep in the western plateau. Judging from the toughness of the leather, it is also made of the fur of high-level monsters.The moment he touched the velvet cloak, he had already recognized the value of the velvet cloak, and there was no possibility of handing it directly to Ivan Saxon.

What's more, he really wanted to fight this important figure in the New Aowei Harbor incident in front of him.

"Add more money?" Aiwen Saxon was obviously taken aback for a moment, obviously he didn't expect the boy in front of him to make such a move, but he immediately raised the corners of his mouth: "How much do you want? If it's just some solid ( New Orway Port Monetary Unit)..."

"Solid, of course." Cyril smiled and stretched out his five fingers.

"Fifty?"

"Five thousand."

"Your Excellency doesn't think this price..." Alvin Saxon raised his eyebrows again.

But Cyril once again turned a blind eye to the threat he showed, and even threw the clothes into the space bracelet shyly: "One price, there is no possibility of bargaining. I know the goods, and I have an offer for such a dress." With a price tag of fifty solidids, maybe you are not worthy to enter this auditorium and participate in this exhibition?"

Before he could finish his sentence, there was already a strong wind in front of him, and the jet-black streamer came in front of him in the blink of an eye.But Cyril seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and while taking a step back, he raised his hand, but heard a "bang", the spear spun and flew up, and Qi Gen sank into the stone arch above his head.

There was a shattering sound from the archway, and stone chips fell one by one.Cyril lowered his raised hand, and at some point in his hand he was already holding a shield with a skull on its face.

He noticed that the dignitaries of Port New Orway and the guards of the exhibition around Saxon all showed panic expressions when Saxon was angry, as if they all knew that Saxon would definitely make a move.But at this moment, they all opened their mouths, and in disbelief, they looked back and forth between the spear where there was only a black hole left on the arch, and the shield in Cyril's hand.

Obviously, they never thought that Ivan Saxon's offense would be resisted.

"What's the matter, in front of the foreign guests in public, is your Excellency failing to do business and want to rob it?"

Cyril looked at Saxony's livid face, but his own face was still relaxed.Saxon grinned at the corners of his mouth, but before he could speak, there was another bell sound from the judge's hand outside the arch.

He suppressed his breath and snorted in a low voice: "Five thousand is five thousand, give me that dress."

"Five thousand? Wouldn't it be great if your Excellency made the move earlier?" Cyril sighed and shook his head, "Unfortunately, now it has to be multiplied ten times, and it takes fifty thousand."

"You—" Saxon clenched one hand into a fist, but the sound of the bell outside the arch forced him to suppress his emotions.And the young man in front of him seemed to know everything he feared, and he deliberately walked a few steps towards the door.

"Saxon, or...forget it, it's just a piece of clothing..."

Felix O'Casey, the consul of Andria District, stepped forward with a helpless face and whispered.In the distance, Pelagius Herris and Hubert Rhodes folded their arms, looking as if they were ready to watch the excitement.

Alvin Saxon took a few deep breaths, finally turned around, and walked slowly back into the auditorium.

Cyril looked at Saxon's leaving back, curled his lips, and whispered to the mage beside him: "It's really boring."

Mia looked back and saw that Saxon had been surrounded by people and had become the center of the exhibition, so she whispered: "Mr. Wei, did you deliberately provoke him?"

"Of course, but I really didn't intend to give him the clothes. I'll keep them for use." Cyril said, "It's a pity he doesn't dare to fight me here."

"Because of the judge?" Mia looked outside the arch, the figure that was slowly leaving.

But Cyril shook his head.

"Because he was injured."

Yes, although in Alvin Saxon's own words, the assassin who left the cloak did not hurt him, but this is not the case.In a professional-level contest, how could it be safe and sound even if someone sneaked behind him? Cyril could sense that a sharp magic power was running around in Alvin Saxon's body like a car that caused an accident.

Even though Saxon had murderous intentions towards him before, Saxon had put away his murderous intentions after he blocked his spear with a shield.

It seems violent, reckless and irritable, but in fact it is able to examine the overall situation steadily. Cyril knew that Alvin Saxon definitely made the decision after clearly weighing the pros and cons of obtaining that dress and offending so many people. hand decision.

But Liang Zi, it is definitely knotted.

Cyril is sure that after the exhibition is over, Ivan Saxon will use all the power he can to gather information about himself and try to assassinate himself—whether it is by himself or by hiring or assigning his subordinates, he will definitely want to Do everything you can to cause trouble for yourself.

Kill all the factors that may be unfavorable to him, he is that kind of person.

After he walked out of the auditorium, he quickened his pace, and at the corner of the street, he caught up with the figure walking slowly with a long stick.

"Master Judge." Cyril walked up to Philip Benjamin and bowed slightly.

Philip stopped in his tracks, raised his hood, stared at Cyril with expressionless eyes in his sunken eye sockets, and said in a low voice:
"It's not a wise choice to offend Alvin Saxon in Port New Orway, young man."

"Maybe." Cyril shrugged, "After all, the Harbor Temple is his backup, isn't it?"

Philip's eyes narrowed immediately.

"Who told you this, was it Neil?"

"The identified murderer can still be called so affectionately by the judge. It seems that the Harbor Temple also understands that he was not the one who killed the saint, right?" Cyril asked back.

"Young man, there are some things that you can't meddle in at will, I advise you not to—"

"Even if the Harbor Temple is in danger?"

Philip Benjamin was stunned again.

He carefully looked at the young man in front of him. After the encounter that day, he certainly knew that the young man in front of him was a member of the guard group of the envoy from La Rochelle, but the action power shown by the other party was far beyond his imagination. .

"What else do you know?"

"I want to understand this matter from beginning to end."

Philip stared at Cyril for a while, finally sighed, and then looked at Mia who was silent.

"She can follow, no problem."

After receiving Cyril's words, Philip no longer hesitated. He bent down, lifted a kiln manhole cover under his feet, and then jumped down into the sewer.

　Calvin

　　
　
(End of this chapter)