Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 609 Going Down the Mountain
A cloud of mystery hangs over the skies over Euph's Isle.

The majestic statue is isolated by a guardrail, and no one can approach it within 50 meters.Temporary residences were also sealed off, and those who came to Eupho Island to attend the opening ceremony were placed under house arrest in disguise.

The people of New Aowei Hong Kong are at most slightly dissatisfied with the decision of the Harbor Temple, but they absolutely obey.However, this does not mean that the foreign guests are willing to be imprisoned on Mount Scarborough on Uve Island.

The La Rochelle Mission has Cyril and the experienced Blake Evans in charge. These two do not express their views, and the people below naturally obey.The raiding knights who accompanied the team were still being drilled by Heloise Treville, explaining the details of various formations and battles. They were too busy to complain.

The people of St. Emma stood still, and Cyril still hadn't figured out exactly what Pelagius Heris was up to.

But the Nudarians were restless.

The composition of Nudaria's missions is quite complicated. The Kingdom of Nudaria itself is a desert kingdom that combines humans and alien races—the snake people in the south originally belonged to the Kingdom of "Kalast" and were taken over by Nudaria due to defeat in the war. Riya annexation.

However, the Snake People still emphasize their own sovereignty, autonomously governed by a system similar to the southern aristocracy of La Rochelle, and because the Snake People are closer to the Port of New Orville than the human part of the Kingdom of Nudaria, the Snake People Snake people accounted for nearly half of the mission.

The humans in the Nudarya mission can still accept the arrangement of the Harbor Temple, but the snake people can't stand it anymore.They had a quarrel with the Nudarians first, and then two brave snake-men warriors held a pair of knives and stubbornly wanted to leave Scarborough Mountain.

The guards of the Harbor Temple, who are not used to them, forcibly detained them after unsuccessful persuasion, which eventually triggered a battle between the whole of Nudaria and the Harbor Temple. Well, the Harbor Temple showed no mercy and locked them all in the confinement room.

All this happened within five hours of Cyril's return from the cliff to the Harbor Sanctuary.When the incident happened, he was discussing with the people around him what to do next.

"The sea fog has surrounded the entire Jufo Island. I don't know what this means, but there is no doubt that there are powerful monsters hidden in the sea fog."

"Internal troubles, external troubles." Black closed his eyes half-closed, rubbing his temples, a little tired, "Even the interior of the Harbor Temple is not absolutely safe, and there is no way to return to New Orway Harbor... No wonder His Highness said that this trip will be done with the earl Lord, I, an old man, can't stand this kind of thing."

"You are still very young." Mia said from the side.

Black laughed and said, "Little girl, my son is almost 30 years old, although I don't know when I will be able to hold my grandson... Lord Earl, let's get back to the topic."

"I think no matter what, we should take some action." Cyril said in a deep voice, "We have to start from the inside of the Harbor Temple. I don't believe in the surprise accident at the opening ceremony, and I don't think it is really the so-called God's punishment."

"But we lack people who have a certain understanding of the New Aowei Harbor and the Harbor Temple... If you want to start with the Harbor Temple, what you need is someone who understands the Temple very well." Black said seriously, "I declare first, I He is a devout Danya believer, and spends at least ten Gentry in the Temple of Origin every year for sacrifices and prayers."

"Except for me, they should all be followers of Danya, and I believe in Lord Nora." Misha sat by the window and said at this moment, "The breath of nature is blocked here."

"This is because of the sea fog, which isolates the perception of the outside world." Cyril replied.

The young half-elf earl is walking around in the house. The lounge provided by the Harbor Temple has a strong religious atmosphere, the windows are carved with rolling waves, the tea set tray is in the shape of a whale, and the symbol of Urella is in a room. Too much makes people aesthetically tired.

This is not his home field, and he has never encountered such a thing in the game-such an event that affects a country and its core religion is definitely worth a large version of the main mission.

The butterfly's flapping wings have already changed the world line countless times. Although Cyril, who is far away in La Rochelle, should not be enough to change the Port of New Orville across the ocean, but... who knows?
He needs someone who has a deep understanding of Harbor Sanctuary, and there doesn't seem to be such a person in his team...

No, there is still one.

He raised his head and said in an irresistible voice: "I need to sneak down the mountain tonight to bring Neil Alden in."

"It's very difficult."

Heloise finally spoke, "The temple is heavily guarded, you can't come back."

"I will find a way to come back. No matter what, we need Alden. He is absolutely familiar with the interior of the temple."

Although the arrest warrant for him was still posted on the bulletin board at the Scarborough Market down the mountain, it was almost impossible to see what kind of face the portrait painted.

"Let the knights communicate with the guards. It is best to get acquainted with them and see if they can get some inside information. Don't go if you don't understand the words of Xinaowei Port. Stay in the room and rest. Your Excellency Black, please go and talk to Aowei Let the people of St. Emma communicate more and see what their plans are."

Cyril made the final arrangements. After playing every card in his hand, he quietly waited for the arrival of the night.

When the bell tower on the island struck twelve, Cyril opened the window of the room.

It was a moonless night, and the sea fog seemed to be more rampant than in the afternoon, eroding the mid-air of Ufo Island, as if trying to build a three-dimensional cage and completely shut it in.

From the window, you can see the square of the Harbor Temple, which is brightly lit.Looking from a distance, you can see the guards guarding the square dutifully, extending to the gate of the temple, and the mountain road along the way is also the same.

And when Cyril radiated his perception, he could feel the aura hidden in the mountains and forests, and many of them had the same professional level.

It is indeed heavily guarded.

But the night is the stage for wanderers, he turned out of the window, and was still in mid-air, and he had already escaped into the shadows.

Using stealth for a long time, he has been able to fully integrate into the "Shadow Realm" and walk in the world bestowed by the God of Shadow Kuro with ease. He suddenly feels that this time the Shadow Realm is more exciting than before...

Fascinating?Or more profound?This is a mysterious feeling, as if he is walking in a deeper layer, hidden deeper, more untraceable.

Is it because of the fog?

Cyril was walking quietly in the dark, and he didn't plan to go down the mountain road—there are many methods of anti-invisibility, and who knows if there will be some device that forcibly breaks the invisibility on the mountain road, and it's up to him.

But just when he left the house where the La Rochelle mission lived and approached the cliff that he went to during the day, he caught a glimpse of a black shadow falling from the top of a high house on one side, and disappeared with a "poof". .

"Is there a colleague?" Cyril was stunned for a moment. He recognized that it was the room where the candidate lived, and he was trying to get closer, but saw the figure come out from the shadow of the backlight of the house—it turned out that there was someone in the place where he fell A haystack just for him to hide in.

And the ability of night vision allowed Cyril to immediately identify the other party's identity.

Alexios Auditore.

Why did he leave the room in such a way?

Cyril watched Alexios groping in the dark and walking towards the interior of the Harbor Temple. Although he didn't have stealth skills, he was very good at hiding his figure, avoiding the sight of several guards, and then flexibly Turned over to the room, stepped on the roof, and walked out of his sight.

The direction he went was the church inside the Harbor Temple, which was the core area of ​​the temple.

Cyril hesitated for a moment, but finally chose to finish his own business first.

He went all the way down the mountain from the forest, and arrived at Scarborough Bazaar not long after.The bazaar was completely dark at the moment, only one or two lights were still on, and even the lights in the tavern were turned off, apparently because of a notification from the Harbor Temple.

At this moment, he was a bit regretful that he didn't bring his mount Nightmare Horse from New Aowei Port, at least it would be much more convenient at this time.

Walking through the road when we came in the morning, the pier had already appeared in sight, and the ships were stabilized on the shore. There were not a lot of guards in the harbor temple on the shore. Presumably it was under martial law or an attack from the sea.

Cyril quickly found the Napoleon, and it was parked not far from the Paladin-class dreadnought of Saint Emma. Compared with the behemoth with a square head and a square brain, the Napoleon can be said to be as elegant as art Taste--

Of course, this was not the time to brag about his own boat. Cyril leaped a few meters away, came to the deck, and then went straight into the cabin.

"Drake, wake up, wake up!"

In the captain's cabin, he found Drake with his legs on the table, and gently pushed him awake.The latter still had a mysterious smile on his face, as if he was trapped in a sweet dream, and almost fell off the chair when he woke up.

"Earl, Lord Earl?" Captain Drake was taken aback. He covered his heart when he saw Cyril clearly, took a long breath, and then asked, "Isn't the temple closed? How could you Appearing here? Do you need me to secretly sail the boat and take you away?"

"Of course not—even if you have this intention, do you think these Sea God Guards are all blind and can't see you sailing?"

"Hey, don't tell me, they can't stop me. I already know the Napoleon completely. Its maneuverability is far beyond my imagination. It just needs to be like this..."

"Stop." Cyril stopped the captain's bragging, and he could already imagine that what the other party would say would be as endless as a player bragging about how cool his new hero's actions are.

"I'm looking for Neil Alden, where is he?"

"He, I hid him at the bottom of the cabin, in the granary." Drake patted his chest and said, "Fortunately, I reacted quickly, those guards searched the ship three times before, if he is found... ..."

"Take me to see him."

They walked quickly to the lower deck of the cabin, and found the ascetic monk sitting cross-legged in the dark.

"Alden." Cyril said.

The ascetic opened his eyes in the darkness. He looked at the faces of Cyril and Captain Drake under the candlelight, and then stood up silently.

"I need you……"

"I will follow my lord." The ascetic interrupted Cyril.

"Do you know what's going on outside?"

"I can hear the ocean roaring." Alden raised his eyes, "Does the Earl have a way to avoid the guards?"

"I have a prop that can temporarily hide whereabouts for a few seconds." Cyril was referring to Hemo's travel clothes.But the ascetic monk immediately shook his head: "This is the highest level of martial law, a few seconds is not enough."

"Then do you have any way?"

"Behind the secret hall of the temple is a cliff with an extremely steep slope. I can go up from there."

Captain Drake wondered: "Not to mention that you can't go up...there are no guards there?"

"Yes. Martial law will not let go of any corner." The ascetic monk replied, "But the only one who will stay there is the ascetic monk."

Cyril looked at him, his face was still untouched, only the traces of being honed by the sea breeze revealed the vicissitudes of life under the candlelight.

"Think about it, you are still a wanted criminal."

And Alden was extremely firm, and said calmly: "I have already decided."

Cyril didn't ask any more questions.

He turned around, took Alden to the rear deck of the Napoleon, and then jumped directly into the sea.

"Avoid the guards at the pier. They can't supervise the entire island. Let's go ashore directly to the cliff you mentioned."

Cyril was floating in the water, and when he was talking, he found that the fog had basically blocked his vision.

"I understand, my lord."

"Can you tell the way? It's very foggy."

"I know every wave on Euph's Island."

The two stopped talking, and they walked silently through the misty sea.Although it is sea water in hot weather, it makes people feel icy cold.

When he first jumped into the sea, Cyril didn't feel this way, but the more he moved forward, the more stiff his limbs became.The mist seemed to wrap itself around his torso, dragging him into the water.

And vaguely, he seemed to hear a deep voice in the depths of the mist chanting in an indecipherable language.

He couldn't understand any words from the mist, but those words had an amazing charm, trying to hook him into the depths of the mist—

"town--"

The quaint voice that sounded from the bottom of his heart dispelled the sudden confusion, and Cyril thumped hard twice to make sure that his mind was still clear.

He almost lost himself in this sea fog.

He turned his head and looked at Neil Alden who was following him closely. The face of the ascetic monk did not waver at all, and he still had the same calm look, as if he had not heard any disturbance—although he must heard it.

Maybe his will is stronger than his own?
Cyril laughed at himself, he didn't have the confidence to compare his willpower with the ascetic.

Time passed by, and they finally landed from the other side of the island.

But just as he stepped onto the beach, Cyril saw a figure.

Cross-legged, sit quietly, facing the sea.

face them too.

　Calvin is a bit serious... I feel that the writing of Xinaowei Port is very procrastinated and scattered.

　　Come to some comments Qiuli Paste

　　
　
(End of this chapter)