Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 600
Whether the opponent is a man or a woman is not important to Cyril. After being influenced by a group of people who are deeply infiltrated by Jane Christine, he will never hold back unless the opponent surrenders.

The heavy force from the shield was removed by him, and before the opponent could react, the blue wind had condensed on the shield like a spiral.That person sensed something was wrong, and just as he was about to escape, the wind spread from the shield like a rope and wrapped around her waist.

Cyril stepped forward, the shield had become the handle of a long whip, and he slammed the man he was entangled to the ground.But the opponent didn't panic too much, even though his body was restrained in the air, the moment his body fell down, his hands had already supported the ground, trying to maintain his balance before counterattacking.

But she was still in mid-air, when she heard the whistling wind from both sides of her body at the same time.Under the sheep's head mask, he quickly glanced to the sides, but saw two huge cyan figures rushing towards her, without giving her any room to react, sandwiching her in the middle!
"Boom!"

The sound of the collision made the whole courtyard tremble, and she felt her whole body was crushed by the collision of two giants. Her previous preparations were all in vain, and she was knocked down heavily by the wind rope on her body.

Immediately afterwards, the cold sword's edge reached her throat.

She was lying on her back, her eyes were slack under the sheep's head mask, obviously she hadn't recovered from the shock.

And Cyril had already bent down and lifted her mask.

Beneath the mask was a face that was astonishingly beautiful.

Xingxing's eyes were absent-minded pale cream-yellow pupils, and she was staring blankly at the young man who had lifted her mask.Beads of sweat ooze from the bridge of the straight nose.On both sides of the white cheeks, there are simple prints painted in vermilion, extending to the ears covered by white hair.

The sharp oval face should give people a soft or delicate feeling, but when placed on her face, there is only a feeling of cold wind on the plateau.

Cyril lifted the edge of the sword slightly to prevent him from stabbing her to death by mistake, and at the same time asked in a low voice:

"Kindred?"

The girl under the blade's eyes widened all of a sudden, she obviously didn't expect her name to pop out of the boy's mouth.She wanted to struggle, but the blade against her neck forced her to lie down peacefully on the ground.

"I ask you to answer, nod and shake your head, do you understand?"

The girl named "Kindred" nodded her chin.

"You come from the plateau west of La Rochelle, from the half-orc union: Holy Order of Isis?"

She nodded again.

"You came to track down the orcs who were captured as slaves, and attacked Alvin Saxon because he led the slave trade?"

The answer is still a nod.

"But you are a diplomatic envoy of the Isis Holy Order, have you ever thought about how much your actions will affect the diplomacy of both parties?" Cyril sighed, let go of the long sword, and blew lightly.

On both sides of Kindred's body, the two tall wind knights who still pressed her arms straightened up, bowed to Cyril, and then turned into a cloud of wind and disappeared.

"Get up, I'm on your side."

Jindred stared blankly at Jianfeng leaving his throat, and then looked at the wind knight who had disappeared - just now she was hit firmly by the two big clumps.

She hesitated for a moment, first put the sheep bone head mask on one side to cover her face, and then sat up.

"I have a mask and a cloak, which can cover me up." She spoke La Rochelle jerky, jumping out word by word, which sounded very laborious, "You and me, stand on the side?"

Cyril didn't know how to face this naive diplomatic envoy - he was so stupid that he could completely hide his whereabouts by simply changing clothes. He guessed that this girl had never even been in the world, so she didn't know how How to treat people.

This name does not exist in his memory, but the Isis Holy Order is famous-Isis, the god of beasts and war, and the half-orc union is a compromise product of beasts and humans, established in his name a political group.

For the players of La Rochelle, the most famous thing related to the Isis Holy Order is to form an alliance with the "Freedom Iris" and interfere in La Rochelle's internal affairs.At the cost of giving up the western plateau to the Holy Order of Isis, Liberty Iris got the help of the cavalry of the Holy Order of Isis and cleaned up the undead in the northern part of the border before gaining a firm foothold in the mountains extending from the northern border to the western mine area.

The Holy Order of Isis generally does not communicate with the human kingdom, and players have never heard of the name "Ginderred" - if there is such a person in the game, this face alone is enough to make his colleagues Pictures are flying all over the sky, it is impossible for Cyril to be ignorant.

"Yes, I am also against the slave trade," he replied.

"But La Rochelle, there are slaves."

From the ups and downs of his tone, Cyril could almost imagine the posture of a little beast grinning. He smiled and replied: "About this, you can ask one of our La Rochelle missions. Member, his fleet received a large number of half-orcs who would have been sold as slaves. In addition, the Princess of La Rochelle has been working hard to wipe out the slave trade. The one you fought with before can also prove this .”

Kindred's eyes widened again.

"You came to me for that cloak?" Cyril continued to ask, "Did you see that I didn't give it to Ivan Saxon? You were lurking by the auditorium and didn't leave?"

He looked at the girl in front of him as if he wanted to explain, but he remembered something, and nodded repeatedly. The huge goat horns fluctuated up and down with her nodding, which looked extremely funny.

At this moment, Heloise on top of her head had already pulled herself off the wall. Looking at the dent she made, the captain of the half-elf guard showed a rare surprise, and then lowered her head to check the dent in the light armor on her body.

The chest part of the armor has been completely knocked down, and the chest part is also painful.

"Her? A woman? Such power?" Heloise looked at Kindred who was no longer hostile in disbelief.

"It's not surprising that the Isis Holy Order came out with great power. If the orcs were deprived of their power, they would have no way to survive." Cyril replied, and then looked at Kindred again.

Mia, Misha and the others also rushed down from upstairs at this time, just in time to see Cyril's slightly narrowed eyes.Ms. Mage immediately sighed and pulled La Misha's sleeve, "Let's go back, there's nothing to see, Mr. Wei is going to do something bad again."

"What do you mean doing bad things?" Cyril gave her a white look, "There must be rewards for hard work, right? Miss Kindred, since you didn't leave at that time, you should understand how much effort it took me to leave this cloak behind. "

"Fifty thousand solids, this dress is worth the price."

He stretched out his five fingers and shook: "Although this dress is originally yours, if it falls into the hands of Ivan Saxon, you have no chance to get it back, so you have to exchange it with something, is that OK?"

The eyes under the mask were wide open, and the large number of "[-]" had completely bluffed Kindred—for her who was not experienced in the world, this number was too large, and her thinking logic could not support it. She went to analyze the loopholes in Cyril's words.

She could only open her eyes wide, and stopped for a long time before she could speak, before finally uttering three words:

"I have no money."

"I know you have no money, and it is impossible for you to pay so much money." Cyril spread his hands, "I can return the clothes to you, but you have to promise me one thing."

"one thing?"

"Join my ranks until the New Orway Harbor Council elections are over."

"join you?"

Kindred raised his mask a little, with a puzzled expression on his small face.

"It's very simple, just follow my orders." Cyril said calmly, "We have common enemies, but there may still be potential enemies. I need your strength, but I don't want you to be rampant like today, That would only be bad."

"To put it simply, I will help you get rid of Alvin Saxon, and you will do it for me."

Kindred was still hesitating, and Cyril also threw out his final trump card.

"Also, don't think that you can still hang around outside in that dress. The Judiciary of New Aowei Port has already issued a warrant for you, and soon you will have nowhere to hide."

"And my place is the safest."

As soon as Cyril finished speaking, he heard footsteps coming from the gate of the courtyard, and Su Geer Winkler hurried into the courtyard, holding a portrait in his hand, and shouted: "Adrien, guess what? What happened? I saw a very beautiful white-haired chick yesterday, she is wanted!"

He waved the portrait in front of Cyril, and said loudly: "Although this portrait doesn't have a face, but you look at this figure, and this white hair, it is definitely her—oh, you haven't seen that face before, That's really nice..."

"You mean her?" Cyril pointed forward.

"That's right, that's right, that's her...how is it her?!"

Su Geer jumped up suddenly, screamed strangely, but immediately covered his mouth, looked around in a thief, and lowered his voice: "Good guy, why did you start hiding wanted criminals? Miss Christian Aren't Miss Ai Xifan enough to satisfy you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a water polo had already hit him in the face—Miss Mia who was not far away unceremoniously imposed sanctions, stomped her feet and said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Wei is doing serious things. "

"This wanted man can punch you through your chest." Cyril sneered, "As for the wanted man hiding... She attacked Alvin Saxon, so she was wanted."

"Assault on Saxony? It's amazing." Su Geer showed a surprised expression, but Cyril took the portrait in his hand and handed it to Kindred, "Look, your wanted portraits have been plastered all over the streets and alleys. Now you can't move an inch outside."

Kindred pinched the portrait and looked at it again and again, finally pressed down the sheep's head mask and nodded slightly.

"Then it's settled." Cyril said, taking the velvet cloak out of the space bracelet and handing it to Kindred.

"Do you have any luggage? Do you need me to pick it up for you?" he asked again.

Kindred shook his head and turned his hand to signal that he had nothing.

"How did you get to Xinaowei Port? Didn't you run all the way here?" Cyril couldn't help asking.

The huge lamb bone head was ordered a little more.

Cyril felt a burst of headaches, dealing with such an inexperienced girl was a kind of hardship.He thought about it, and then asked Mia to arrange Kindred's residence.

"Do you really want to leave her in the embassy?" Su Geer couldn't help asking as he watched Kindred wearing a fleece cloak and returning to the appearance he saw that night.

"Otherwise? Judging by the ability she showed, how quickly she died in Port New Orville because she didn't listen to me."

Cyril sighed and said, "Aven Saxon is behind the mafia in Port New Aowei, and the mafia's intelligence network will definitely be able to find her. At that time, Saxon will not have to do it himself, just use the hand of the Judiciary to find her." I can take her down."

"The only safe place is the embassy."

"You need her strength? Is she strong?" Su Geer asked.

While Cyril pointed upwards, Su Gel looked up, only to see a human-shaped depression on the wall above.

"what is that?"

"That's the mark left by His Excellency Treville, who was punched flying by her and stuck on it."

"So cruel?"

"I didn't lie to you when I said she could punch your heart with one punch." Cyril's face gradually became serious, "But Evan Saxon is stronger than her."

Su Geer also put away his hippie smile, and said seriously: "Have you played against each other?"

"It's a little friction." Cyril wrote lightly, "His pure physical strength is amazing, and I don't know what his career development path is, and what kind of strengthening he will do to himself."

He paused, and then said: "The Minister of Foreign Affairs will arrive at New Aowei Port in five days. Before that, we have a lot of things to do."

"Like?"

"Find out how many of Alvin Saxon's subordinates can fight, and how much power the port mafia has."

"Sounds like another troublesome thing." Su Geer pouted, "Are you going to do it yourself?"

"Although I am very interested in bringing the Mafia to one end, it is obviously not the time for me to make a move." Cyril shook his head and said, "Don't forget, I just had a friction with Alvin Saxon and asked me to investigate. It is estimated that half The ports have to be overturned."

Sugar narrowed his eyes: "Then let me go? Where's Evans?"

"You are my subordinate, and Evans is not. I can't command him. If Minister Black knows that I have sent his precious son to fight a bunch of mafia, he will probably sue Her Royal Highness the Princess." Siri Er laughed, "Besides, Evans also has his own ideas, and he has plenty of things to do."

"Like dancing with a girl?"

"Really?" Cyril's eyes widened, "I can still believe you when you say he went to steal the tribute."

Su Geer immediately became excited, put his arms around Cyril's neck, and began to tell in a low voice: "Really, I saw him with a beautiful girl last night..."

(End of this chapter)