Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 599 God's Punishment
The sewers in Port New Orway are not like the imagined waste water and rats everywhere.Stone bricks made of large volcanic rocks are laid flat on both sides of the waterway, forming two spacious passages; faintly shining fluorescent fluorites are embedded on the walls, one piece every ten meters, but enough to make the whole All the sewer pathways are kept as bright as the naked eye can adapt.

There is no such thing as a workshop in Andria District, so most of the sewage discharged in the sewers is domestic wastewater. After being screened by a spell on the surface kiln manhole cover, it is already clean water that can be smoothly discharged into the sea.

If you can accept it psychologically, you can even jump into it for a swim.

Miss Mage looked around, and followed the judge Philip Benjamin together with Cyril.She was very curious about the sieving circle in the sewer, and even wanted to stop and study it carefully.

But she quickly noticed the blind spot, pulled Laciril's sleeve, and asked in a low voice:
"Mr. Wei, the people from Xin'aowei Hong Kong, do they all go to the sewer if they have nothing to do?"

Cyril looked at her suspiciously, as if saying, how did you ask the question that Caroline could ask.

However, the sound transmission effect of the sewer is really outstanding, Philip heard Mia's question, turned around and said: "The sewer is just a convenient passage, in fact we don't use it the most, the gangsters in the port like to use the sewer the most. "

As he spoke, he had already stopped in his tracks, and then tapped a few times on the wall beside him.

However, the sound of bang bang bang bang was heard continuously from inside the wall, and then a door-shaped depression appeared on the stone wall, just under a piece of flickering fluorite.

"come in."

The two followed him into the door. Inside was a very simple lounge with a table, a bed, and a few chairs.There are stacks of papers on the table, and a few dried ink pens are thrown on the ground casually.

"Is this the judge's lounge?" Mia covered her nose, and there was an unpleasant smell in the air.

"This is the resting place of the ascetic monks." Philip said calmly, "The judges are the ascetic monks who contribute, and this is also part of their practice."

"Is that Neil Alden too?" Cyril asked.

"Neil is different." Philip shook his head and said, "He lives in the depths of the temple, and stands in the waves every day overlooking the distance. He is the watchman of the temple."

"warder?"

"This has nothing to do with you people of La Rochelle." Philip unceremoniously dispelled the possibility of Cyril continuing to ask, obviously not intending to drag the topic to other aspects.He simply knelt on the ground, then lowered his head, and said in a low voice:
"What you want to ask about Neil Alden?"

"What I want to know is the whole story about the death of the saint." Cyril replied.

"The death of the saint." Philip's mood quickly fell, and his voice became full of pain, "Clauris, my Cloris...she didn't do anything wrong at all, her only mistake was being a Saintess of the Harbor Sanctuary."

He raised his head, and his sunken eyes were full of despair: "Do you know that she shouldn't have died, she was a kind person, a good person, but the god she believed in sent divine punishment, great Urella, why are you If so—"

"Urella's divine punishment? It fell on the saint?" Cyril was confused. This is a very outrageous thing-the so-called divine punishment refers to the current behavior of the world that offends the will of the gods. violated the rules of its jurisdiction.

For example, setting fire to a mountain and causing a forest fire may turn the burned forest into a black forest, which is a kind of divine punishment from Nora, the god of nature.

Explained in this way, the divine punishment of the sea god Urella sounds very outrageous-how do you violate the rules of the ocean in the first place?Boundless ocean, purely from the area of ​​jurisdiction, Urella's territory is definitely the widest.

Cyril thought about it for a while, and it seemed that there was no need to start. It was impossible to trigger Urella's divine punishment, not to mention that there was a mistake in the Harbor Temple, and the saintess had to pay the debt.

"With such a decision made inside the temple, nearly half of the people did not agree to let the saint die, but the rest all voted in favor." Philip closed his eyes, "The judge was excluded and could not participate in this time talks."

Cyril took a deep breath.

Things were more confusing than he thought.

"So... what is the basis for judging that God's punishment is coming?" Cyril asked.

"The biggest god statue in the temple shed tears of blood, and the water in the praying pool of the sea turned scarlet. According to the ancient books, this is a sign of impending disaster."

"The catastrophe is not necessarily God's punishment, Your Excellency Benjamin." Cyril became more and more puzzled, "Don't the temple even have such judgment?"

Philip immediately gave the answer.

"Fog." He whispered, "Purple-black fog spreads from the depths of the ocean, and ships stained with the fog will be lost in the depths of the ocean forever. It is recorded in "Sea Nerves" that this is God's punishment performance."

"So you chose to sacrifice the saint to offset that unknown sin?"

The judge nodded.

"So, is the fog cleared now?"

Philip bit his lips tightly, and shut his eyes tightly, tears streaming down his face.

Then he shook his head in pain.

Cyril looked at the ascetic monk who had lost his niece, and there was no pity or sympathy in his eyes.

He just watched quietly, closed his eyes slightly, and connected everything in his mind.

Then he motioned for Mia to leave the lounge, and then he also retreated.

"Mr. Wei, is this over?"

Mia, who had been silent in the lounge, asked at this time.Cyril nodded, shook his head again, and then returned to the road.

They went all the way back to the embassy, ​​and he didn't relax behind the desk until he got back to his room and smelled the nice smell of incense.

But then, he slapped the table hard again and sat up straight.

"First of all, we can inform Alden that none of this is his fault."

"Secondly, our luck is really terrible. I think the people in the Harbor Temple have brain problems. They can't even read, read, and comprehend—"

Thinking of this, Cyril patted the table dozens of times in a row, and the whole house seemed to be rattling.

"Let Neil Alden come over directly, I have something to say to him."

It didn't take long for Neil Alden to appear at the door. The ascetic looked at Cyril cautiously. He obviously heard the sound of his knocking on the table before, and knew that the young earl was in a very bad mood now.

"My lord, is there anything you want to tell me?"

Cyril asked bluntly: "Have you read "Sea Nerves?"

This question caused Neil Alden to raise his eyebrows, but he still replied in a good-tempered manner: "I know everything by heart."

"Read the content about the fog."

"Mist?" The ascetic monk hesitated for a moment, then immediately began to chant:

"Praise be to the great Urera, who calls the mist, and no one dares to trespass in his realm, or must sink into it; the fear in the depths of its isolation prevents him from fleeing..."

"Which word has something to do with God's punishment?" Cyril wondered.

"This is the content of Sea Nerve Volume Three, Lord Earl." Alden replied, "The entire Volume Three is about God's punishment."

"It is said that Urella owns a prison under the abyss of the sea, and divine punishment falls on the gods imprisoned in it. The fog prevents them from escaping and keeps outsiders from approaching. It is one of the standard divine punishments."

Cyril reached out and held his forehead.

He vaguely felt that there was a huge loophole in what Neil Alden said, and he had clearly caught it just now, but he couldn't remember it all at once after being surrounded by Alden's words.

"Wait, God's punishment is aimed at the prisoners held by Yurila. The fog is to prevent outsiders from approaching and prevent prisoners from escaping. Isn't that a protective measure for outsiders?"

"In the first era and the second era, it was like this." Neil Alden replied, "but after the gods left, the fog got out of control."

"It is no longer limited to the scope of the prison, but expands unscrupulously. Once it appears, it will cover a large area of ​​​​the sea, making it impossible for fishing boats and merchant ships to go to sea, so it is regarded as God's punishment."

Cyril clicked his tongue lightly, and a simple way to solve the problem was rejected because of Alden's answer.

But he thought about it, it would be strange if this group of temple personnel who had been chanting sutras for decades really couldn't understand the sea nerves.

"Well, it seems that we have to find another way to solve this problem." He sighed, and was about to share the news that it was not Neil Alden's fault, but There was a sudden "bang" sound from the window behind him.

Cyril immediately got up and strode to the window.But seeing that the garden downstairs had been covered with a layer of frost, Cyril recognized at a glance that it was the performance of Heloise Treville's ability, and time in this frosty area would come to a standstill.

Anyone dare to make trouble in the embassy?But Heloise is serious, and the problem should be solved...

But this idea has not yet fallen.Cyril saw a figure soaring into the sky - silver armor, long white hair and pointed ears flashed past the window, and then slammed heavily on the wall by the window.

His pupils constricted suddenly. This appearance was undoubtedly Heloise—but was she smashed against the wall like this, was she blown away by her opponent?

But her ability has already been activated, and she can't move directly below the professional level. Even if the opponent is professional level, she should be affected to a certain extent. With Heloise's swordsmanship ability as the captain of the princess guard, someone can beat her before she can deal with it. She blows away?
How can this be?

His thoughts turned quickly, he already had a long sword in his hand, he was wearing Adonis' prayer, holding Adonis' judgment and tenacity, plus the breastplate he was wearing all the time, Adonis' cursed armor set It is complete.

With a wave of Cyril's hand, the window was blown open by the strong wind. He jumped out of the window, and while still in mid-air, he found the figure of the culprit who knocked Heloise into the air - a snow-white, thin figure, He was lying on the ground with his hands, and the ground under him was sunken circle after circle, obviously bearing a huge force.

Cyril narrowed his eyes slightly, and this figure gradually overlapped with the figure that had sneaked up on Alvin Saxon at the entrance of the auditorium before, and it was the target of the velvet cloak he left behind.

But at this moment, he had no intention of holding back. A cold light flashed on the cursed armor, and the four debuff spells of slowness, curse, weakness, and imminent disaster had already been cast on that figure.

And he had a shield in front of him, and the long sword in his hand was raised high, and he slashed down heavily following the falling trend.

That figure was obviously extremely fast, and wanted to respond the moment he saw Cyril's whereabouts.Cyril noticed that the cracks on the ground under him had deepened further, and it was obvious that the force attached to his body made the ground unbearable.

But the four magic effects that came suddenly made him stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, the cold sword was already above his head.

He hastily gave up his plan to fight back directly, and his nimble limbs pushed hard on the ground, and his whole body bounced to the side like a nimble beast. The moment he landed firmly, he prostrated himself on the ground with both hands and feet, with a vigilant expression on his face. stared at Cyril.

Cyril straightened up slowly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the figure.

His limbs are thinner than imagined, but the explosive power contained in them is amazing.He was only wearing a thin shirt, revealing the fair skin of his arms.

But Cyril couldn't see his face—he was wearing a huge sheep skull mask, which completely blocked his face; the curved goat horns blocked the sides of his face, adding a bit of mystery.

"You are the one who attacked Alvin Saxon, right?" Cyril asked directly and loudly, while the wind spread away from his side, isolating the sound within the range of the embassy.

The figure was silent, and Cyril stared at him closely, only to see that the right hand supporting the ground suddenly sank downwards, and immediately raised the shield in his hand——

"boom!"

A dull sound resounded on the shield, and the huge force was transmitted to Cyril's hand through the shield, making his arm tingle and numb, and he couldn't even hold the shield.

He now understands why Heloise was kicked away. He is a person with the body of a holy skeleton. The strength of his limbs is far beyond that of a normal professional-level knight. If he blocks such a blow, his arms will feel numb, and even more so. Not to mention Heloise, whose professional-level ability doesn't add body strength.

But Cyril immediately grasped the shield tightly, poked his head out from behind the shield, just in time to see the bare feet stepping on his shield.

This is really a beautiful foot, the shape of the foot is beautiful and small, the toes are round, the ankle is tied with a red bone ring, the tattoo-like pattern spreads on the bare calf, this calf that should belong to a woman has an impressive An unacceptable force of terror...

Wait, is this a woman's leg?
"He" is a woman?

(End of this chapter)