Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 610

Chapter 72. Rules and Disguise 【Forgot to write the title】

The sea water slaps against the reef, one after another, forcefully and without stopping.

They stood amidst the sound of the waves, looking at the figure sitting quietly on the stone road ahead.And that figure also stood up at this time, holding the long staff lying across his knees in his hand, and walked towards them step by step.

The figure was half-naked, with only a piece of dark brown cloth covering half of the chest, exposing solid muscles.The bald head proves his identity:

ascetic.

And it's still the one standing at the top.

Judge of Port New Orway, Philip Benjamin.

Cyril faced the deep blue eyes in the sunken eye sockets, which were a kind of dark blue that was as deep as the abyss, and there was no emotion in the eyes, as if everything was swallowed in them .

He couldn't help but turned sideways to look at Neil Alden beside him, only to realize that the latter had the same eyes.

"You're finally here." Philip Benjamin stood on the stone steps, looking down at the two on the beach.

"Do you know I'm coming?" Cyril took a step forward, with one hand already on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

He didn't know anything about the opponent's strength, and the opponent's extremely restrained traits made him unable to make a judgment. The only thing that was certain was that the opponent was at least a professional level, and he should have gone farther than him.

As for whether it will be the so-called "extraordinary"?
Cyril has no confidence in his heart. If judged by the fight against the heart of the tree, Ilandar, then he should have no resistance in front of the Transcendent, but at this moment, he can only do so.

"Earl Adrian, I'm not referring to you." Philip Benjamin shook his head and set his eyes on Neil Alden, "It's you."

So the ascetic monk walked up to the young earl, raised his arms, and put his palms together in front of him.

"It's me, here I come."

"You shouldn't come, you are still a wanted criminal."

"If it was my fault, I would never have left Euph Island alive. You should have beheaded me in front of the stone gate in Andria; if it wasn't my fault, why shouldn't I have come?"

Neil Alden raised his eyes and looked at the Sanctioner standing in a high position, but his tone was indifferent as if he was on an equal footing with him.

"The island is surrounded by fog, which proves that everything should not be pushed to the saint. This is a mistake made by the temple."

"You and I have no right to interfere with the temple..."

But the ascetic monk's voice was raised at this moment, and he sternly said: "My lord judge, I request to meet the bishop!"

Philip Benjamin looked at him and sighed softly.

Then he raised the scepter in his hand.

"Rule." He said slowly: "Follow the rules of the ascetic monk, one blow."

The atmosphere between the two suddenly changed. If there were still some quarrels that were on the verge of daggers, at this moment, it was as calm as the sea under a moonlit night, and no one could smell the slightest sense of tension.

But Cyril felt that his hair was about to stand on end. He could clearly feel the unconcealable and unconcealable killing intent emanating from Philip Benjamin. stick.

He wants to dissuade, at least the attitude of the judge is quite ambiguous, and the judge is very clear that his sister, Saintess Cloris Phillips, is being treated as a scapegoat, and she should not die ——

Neil Alden had already taken another step forward, his eyes closed slowly, and his palms that were closed to his chest were also separated and staggered in front of him.

Cyril seemed to hear the sound of the tide, and emitted magic power to sense it, and he could see that Alden was wrapped in blue magic power. It was a rapidly flowing water element, like a vortex under the sea surface. One by one spin.

"one strike."

The ascetic monk said softly.

The moment he finished speaking, he saw that Benjamin on the high platform was already like a spear-throwing soldier, raising the long stick in his hand to his ear, and after tapping his right foot forward twice, Cyril couldn't even see him clearly. After doing something, the long staff in his hand has disappeared.

"Den!"

The sound of impact sounded after a while, and it sounded beside Cyril.He turned his head to look, but saw the long stick appearing in the sand behind the ascetic monk, most of which was deeply submerged into the sand, leaving only the tail outside.

The blood dripped onto the sand surface along the pattern on the tail of the scepter, and soon dyed the white sand grains of that night into a bright red.

Neil Alden's body swayed slightly, and the palms he had staggered just now were grasping his abdomen, but they only blocked a punch-wide hole that ran through his abdomen.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his body was trembling like a sieve, but he still kept standing, looking up at Philip Benjamin, who was standing on the high platform with his hands down.

Until the judge nodded slightly and turned around.

At this moment, the ascetic monk's strong body finally fell to the ground as if it fell apart. His whole body was twitching, and his muscles were pushed layer by layer like a wave. blood.

"Alden, wake up, Alden!"

Cyril bent down, the ascetic monk's eyes turned white, and the blood foam had sprayed his entire face red.He applied the wind of recovery to the ascetic monk, but it could only speed up the healing of the wound, but it could not relieve his pain.

Footsteps sounded at this moment, the judge walked down the steps slowly, looked at the vigilant Cyril, but didn't have the slightest intention of doing anything, just pulled out the long staff that was deeply inserted into the sand, and said lightly: "He can't die. "

"What exactly do you mean?" Cyril asked in a low voice, pressing the hilt of his sword.

"Ascetic monks have the rules of ascetic monks. This is a consensus between him and me. He passed, and the road behind the cliff will be open to you."

"Perhaps Cloris is not dead, there is a red coral coffin in the underground of the secret hall."

As he spoke, he suddenly lowered his figure, moved closer to Cyril, and said something very quickly.Then before the surprised boy came back to his senses, he straightened up and strode away.

Cyril really wanted to catch up and ask what Philip meant by this sentence, but Neil Alden beside him made him unable to leave, so he could only watch the judge go away.

The trembling of the ascetic monk's body lasted for nearly an hour before it finally stopped.He rested on the sand surface for another 10 minutes, then straightened his weak body, and nodded slightly to Cyril.

"My lord, you can move forward."

"What do the rules of the ascetic monk refer to?" Cyril asked.

"The adjudicator will take the place of the temple and initiate judgment on the sinners; if the Lord forgives your sins, then you will be spared." Neil Alden coughed and coughed up another spit of blood, "I'll get through it gone."

"The judge... is extraordinary?"

"The judge must be extraordinary." Alden affirmed, "My lord, I'm sorry for wasting so much time here, let's go up the mountain as soon as possible."

"Did you know that Philip Benjamin would be waiting for you here?"

"I think he will." Alden said lightly, "I walked into the sea for the first time, and when I stood on the reef and was blown away by the waves, he was already watching me. He knew me better than anyone else. Know him as well as I do."

Cyril didn't ask any more.

After confirming that Neil Alden's wound was not serious, they began to climb the steep back cliff.Sure enough, as the judge said, the entire back cliff is unimpeded.

When they finally climbed to the top of the back cliff, they saw the shell-like white wall of the main hall of the temple, which was also guarded by no guards.

The sky was still dark, and after passing the hurdle of going up the mountain, it was already a very easy task for Cyril to bring Neil Alden back to his residence.

Even Alexios, whom he saw before going down the mountain, was able to avoid the guards' sight so beautifully. For him, a senior wanderer, this was not the slightest difficulty.

He led Neil Alden, who was getting more and more depressed, to move forward quickly, climbed over the back wall of the main hall, and landed in the courtyard of the main hall.For the time being, Cyril still remembers the topography of the main hall of the Harbor Temple, which is the part open to players.

They only need to pass through the courtyard and pass through the three arches representing the power of the Sea God, and they can return to their residence smoothly.

But just as he landed, he heard a small conversation in the courtyard, approaching them along the path among the vegetation.

"who?"

The voice of questioning sounded, and Cyril made a decisive decision. He immediately took out Hemer's travel clothes, wrapped himself and Alden in it, and then ran a few steps, hid beside a sculpture of a chariot, and stuffed Alden into the In the car, he also got in.

And just when they finished their rapid transfer, Cyril saw two figures carrying magic lamps, walking quickly through the vegetation, and came to the place where they had just landed, searching carefully.

"Did you hear it wrong, Levi, I think it should be the wind." A figure said, and Cyril recognized that he was one of the high-ranking members of the Harbor Temple, Marcus Scotto, who was involved in almost all large-scale ceremonies. He handles it all by himself.

The specific position of Cyril is not clear, after all, the official position for him is "High Priest", but from a functional point of view, he should belong to the "Master Planner".

The other person, Julius Levi, was in charge of foreign affairs, and he was also responsible for leading everyone to the residence before.

They all stood behind Bishop Stanley Clemens during the opening ceremony of the election.

Levi lowered his head and searched carefully, even walked a few steps towards the direction where Cyril was hiding, then straightened up, shook his head and said, "Maybe it's a mouse, I think too much."

"Don't worry about it, even if God's punishment comes, it won't reach you and me." Marcus Scotto laughed, "Follow His Majesty's instructions carefully, and read our own scriptures well, that's all. enough."

"But at the opening ceremony..." Levi's tone was full of worry, "If it's true, I won't agree to it just based on the bargaining chips offered by the people of Ao San Emma..."

"What did the people from San Emma tell you?" Marcus Scotto's voice suddenly increased, causing the magic lamp in Levi's hand to tremble.Levi hurriedly motioned him to whisper, and at the same time said strangely: "Didn't I tell you a long time ago? The people of Osan Emma want a piece of the pie, and they want to completely take over the merchant ships in the port. Don't you agree?"

"Sandy Marion has already negotiated with them. He wants to use this method to clear the gangsters in the port. Urella, I can only say..."

Julius Levi's voice suddenly died away.

Cyril was puzzled. He didn't need to worry too much in the stealth state, so he leaned out more to see, but the scene below made his eyeballs rush out of the eye sockets:
Julius Levi's body was limp and paralyzed on the ground, and Marcus Scotto was holding an iron rod in his hand, and was bending down at the moment, rummaging through Levi's body.

And as he rummaged, his reddish brown hair gradually faded and turned black.The size of the body has also grown a lot, and it has become stronger - and this physique, this hair color, Cyril has seen it before!

Alvin Saxon!
How did he disguise himself as the master planner of the Harbor Temple, Marcus Scotto, inside the temple?

Cyril suddenly realized that he was still wondering why Irving Saxon was not present, but if during the day, Marcus Scotto had already been disguised as Irving Saxon, then everything would make sense.

Even the changes in the opening ceremony, Cyril had some guesses - although he still didn't know what the water curtain that could turn into liquid fire was, but since Alvin Saxon was in charge of all the ceremonies, Marcus Scotto, who organized the ceremony, means that he has a channel to do something about it!

His heart was beating wildly, and this secret was exposed so that he was not prepared for it—but fortunately, he was in a state of hiding and did not meet the other party face to face.

But just as Cyril had this idea, he saw Alvin Saxon suddenly raised his head, sucked his nose a few times, as if he was sniffing, and then turned his fierce eyes towards him without hesitation. The chariot sculpture where it is located.

"He found me?"

Without any hesitation, Cyril lifted the cloak again and wrapped Alden inside, then jumped out of the chariot and quickly ran across the path.

There was already a loud noise behind him, and Cyril took the time to glance back, and saw Alvin Saxon leaning on the sculpture of the chariot, looking into the chariot.

He does see breaths—whether it's mine or Neil Alden's, stealth isn't that effective in front of him!

Cyril immediately figured this out. He didn't know how outstanding the stealth ability in the Shadow Realm was, and he didn't know whether the opponent had discovered Alden or himself, but there were many ways to detect stealth. It's not surprising under the circumstances, not to mention that Alden is not in stealth, but is temporarily hidden with the help of a cloak.

His scent will remain in the two areas before and after hiding. If the other party has a keen sense of smell, it is not surprising to smell the smell-although humans should not have such a keen sense of smell.

And just as he thought, at the moment when the cloak's hiding time ended, Ivan Saxon, who was on the sculpture, immediately turned his head and looked in their direction.

"caught you!"

He growled hoarsely, and then, like a giant wolf swooping, he jumped towards their hiding place.

(End of this chapter)