Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 6 The actor's self-cultivation

Tallinn Town is a day and a half walk away from Tap Town.

Cyril stood in front of the gate of this small town that even had a protective wall, vaguely feeling that this place looked familiar.But he searched through his memory, but found no information about this place.

After all, when the players really participated in the battle in the northern border, the undead had already occupied one-third of the land in the northern border of La Rochelle.Although some towns have been transformed into the residences of the undead, they are only a few, and most of the places have been directly abandoned or even completely destroyed.

Therefore, the map of northern Xinjiang obtained by the player is incomplete.Even if Cyril went to the La Rochelle National Library to find a complete map of northern Xinjiang with the intention of treasure hunting, he couldn't check the location by following the map.

He turned around and looked at the girl who was only carrying a small bag in her hand. The latter was wrapped in a scarf with only half of her face exposed, her face was pale and she was in a daze.

"Have you been here before?" Cyril put his big bag on the ground. The advantage of being upgraded is that the feeling of weakness from excessive blood loss before was swept away.If he puts his level directly into the knight profession, his physical fitness can be improved by another level—after all, attributes such as strength and agility still exist, but they no longer appear in front of him in the form of numerical values.

"I've been here twice." Caroline said in a muffled voice, her upturned nose twitched, "I came in my father's carriage. The pine trees in Tallinn Town are the best in the nearby towns."

"Pine?"

"There is a large pine forest next to Tallinn Town. It is said that it can produce black pine hearts that can be used for enchanting, but my father has never encountered it." Caroline said, suddenly pulled down the scarf, and then hit a big sneeze.

Cyril frowned slightly, quickly reached out to touch Caroline's forehead, and then sighed.

hot.

Even though Caroline had taken adequate measures to protect against the cold, the girl still fell ill after two days of snowstorms—it was not that Cyril wanted to travel in such bad weather, but the follow-up undead did not know when He will be stationed in Tap Town, he has no choice but to make such a decision.

The only thing that can be thankful is that the undead's attack route will not go south like them, but along the northern border of La Rochelle, pulling out the villages and towns on the border one by one.If everything is the same as in the game he knows, then the trip he has planned all the way south will not be disturbed by the undead.

But even so, Caroline's fever is a very troublesome thing. Not only will it slow down the schedule, but the key is that in the game [Road to Glory], priests are responsible for healing diseases and injuries.And it is almost impossible for a small town like this one in northern Xinjiang to have a church and a corresponding pastor...

And the place where there must be a priest is the first stop in his plan: the Tower of the North Wind - it will take at least three days to get there.

"Let's go to the town first." Cyril gritted his teeth, and could only take one step at a time. He threw the bag on his back with one hand, and held the girl's weak little hand with the other, and walked into Tallinn Town.

The road was covered with freshly fallen snow, and there were no traces of trampling.Every household in Tallinn Town closed their doors, and it was as quiet as the dawn after a carnival.

But Cyril doesn't like this kind of quietness. Based on his experience as a wanderer for many years, an abnormal environment often represents danger, especially in such a rural town, this kind of silence is even more eerie.

As he thought about it, he stopped suddenly, pulled Caroline to block Caroline behind him, and then held the sword hilt at his waist with his hand hidden under his robe——

Not far in front of him, stood an old man in a black-gray robe with a hunched back.He was sweeping the snow on the road, but behind him was a small and simple church.

"Outsiders."

The hoarse voice of the old man came first, he straightened up slightly, his eyes stayed on Cyril for a moment, and then moved to Caroline on the side.He put the broom aside, turned around and opened the yard door: "May the stars shine on you, do you want to come to pray to Master Danya?"

Cyril frowned slightly, this unexpected church gave him some clues.There is indeed a mission in Northern Xinjiang that is related to the church, and Cyril has also participated in it...

He looked at the gloomy expression of the old man, and when he walked forward, his face changed into a sorry expression, and he said: "May the stars shine on you, my sister has encountered some troubles, if possible... "

Before he could finish speaking, a smile suddenly appeared on the old man's face: "Of course, Lord Danya will treat everyone equally. I think you must be exhausted. Come to my place to rest first."

He spoke hastily, and welcomed Cyril into the yard.The yard was full of sundries, and a large piece of wood veneer was missing from the wooden door of the church. The dark and light pieces looked awkward, and the outer wall was also mottled.Cyril approached the door, the metal badge hanging by the door was covered with dust, and there was no sign of cleaning it.

He reached out and touched the metal badge lightly, and wiped off some dust, only to see that the shape of the badge was water droplets falling on the hexagram circle.

Seeing Cyril dawdling outside the door, the old man was a little impatient, and urged: "What are you waiting for, why don't you come in quickly?"

Cyril raised his head and glanced at the old man, his face was full of anxiety and longing, like a spider watching mosquitoes circling around the cobweb without bumping into them...

The acting is so bad, it's not even acting.Cyril couldn't help sighing inwardly. If allowed, he even wanted to recite "The Actor's Self-cultivation" to the old man—at least when you play a pious priest, you should at least wipe off the badge of the religion you believe in Bar?
He took Caroline's hand and patted Caroline's body, signaling the girl to stay where she was, and then he quickly caught up with the old man who was walking towards the church.

"Mr. Pastor, life is not very good."

"As long as Lord Tris...I mean Lord Danya's glory can shine on all things, and our hard work is worth it." The old man turned around with a soft smile on his face, but his eyes were bright like a ball of flames Burning in it, staring straight at Caroline who was cowering at the door: "What about that girl, why don't you let her in..."

Before he finished speaking, his pupils shrank suddenly, and then he opened his mouth, a mouthful of black blood spewed out and landed on Cyril's thick clothes.

Cyril's eyes were cold, and he twisted the broken sword that had just passed over Caroline's body and was inserted into the old man's stomach at this time, and then pulled it out forcefully.

Seeing the old man staggering back clutching his stomach and bumping into the tattered long table, Cyril wiped the broken sword on his thick clothes.

"It's still easy to draw the dagger, and I can't even draw the knight's sword."

　Newcomers and new books, please give me more advice poi~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)