Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 618
Now Cyril feels as if he just wanted to explore an epic-level difficulty dungeon, but after walking a few more steps inside, he found that the epic-level dungeon was just a skin, and what was hidden inside was a legend-level difficulty dungeon.

When Stanley Clemens was involved in this incident and was clearly behind the scenes, the difficulty of the game was raised to the highest level——

The guards, the people, and the parliament here are all my people. What do you use to fight me?

Cyril leaned against the dark wall in the Harbor Temple, raised his head, and searched in his mind for the way out they should choose now.

One way out is to do nothing, try to protect yourself, and wait until everything is over-this line of thinking is based on the fact that Stanley Clemens' plan is absolutely in his control, and will not affect New Orville and Port. Under the premise of causing damage to the Harbor Temple.

Cyril didn't know if there was such a play in the original history, but at least when the player arrived, the New Aowei Port was still a complete New Aowei Port, it was not swallowed by the tsunami, nor did it become a country in the fog.

But the problem also lies here, that is only a situation that belongs to the original world line, now that the world line has shifted by an unknown amount, can everything continue to follow the original track?
Cyril didn't have the confidence to gamble.

He erased this idea in his mind, looking for other feasible ways.

He didn't have much power at hand, and the only one who came to Juve Island was the Napoleon, and there were only a few dozen knights in the team, and they couldn't stand in front of the guards of the Harbor Temple.

The so-called high-level combat power is only at the professional level. Can two professional levels go head-to-head with an extraordinary level?Cyril guessed that there should be no chance of winning - not to mention that Jufo Island is the base camp of the Harbor Temple, even if the new Aowei Harbor is sparsely populated, there should be less high-level combat power, but how could there be only one or two Transcendents? .

In addition to Philip Benjamin, Stanley Clemens himself should also be at the Transcendent level. It is conservatively estimated that plus the commander of the Sea God Guard, there will be three Transcendents.

What about combining other forces?
The Nudaria people have been locked in the confinement room at this moment, let alone whether they can be contacted. The relationship between Nudaria and La Rochelle is not harmonious, or even hostile. Finding them is basically asking for it no fun.

But come on O'Santa Emma—isn't that even more fantasy?Leaving aside the relationship between the two countries, just because Pelaggios brought a whole fleet to the port of New Aowei, cooperation with them must be subject to them.

Think of a way to count on Qing Evans and others who are still in Xinaowei Port for assistance?But the mist blocked the sea area, and there were lurking beasts, advancing in such mist was tantamount to seeking death.

As for the rest, his ally—Alexios Auditore, one of the candidates for the council, was like fish on a chopping board, helpless.

The number of helpers he brought with him was even less than that available to Cyril.

Are you really so helpless?

He pondered, and walked slowly outside St. Mir's Church; what kind of agreement Pelaggios would reach with Stanley Clemens was no longer in his consideration.

Stanley Clemens didn't directly crush the two foreigners who discovered his plan, it was nothing more than worrying about his relationship with O'Santa Emma and La Rochelle.

If in the underground palace, he didn't know what to do if he continued to question, not to mention dying directly, at least he would have to stay in the cage on Ufo Island until the incident was over.

He walked through the long road and turned back to the main church. When he raised his eyes, he saw the white jade coral statue of Urella.

"Yurila... If your gods dragged me into this world to plot something, at least give me some help at this time..."

Cyril looked at the statue, muttered to himself, and suddenly remembered the white jade coral statue that appeared in his pocket before.He took it out of the bracelet, and the cool touch carried a strange magic power, which made his mind clear a lot.

Philip Benjamin and Pelagius Herris had been by his side before, and Cyril had no time to take a closer look at the portrait.At this time, there was no one around, and he confirmed that there were no guards around, so he picked it up and looked at it carefully.

The face of the portrait is extremely blurred, and there is no glowing hole, and there is no possibility of casting a light screen to guide clues.He thought for a while, put the portrait to his ear, and then heard a buzzing sound——

It sounds like the sound of the wind, or the sound of the sea, probably the surging tide, and the sound of the tide is vaguely mixed with the sound of singing.

singing?

Cyril cheered up and discerned carefully, but found that he couldn't understand the language used in that singing at all.

He was a little frustrated, but it was better than no clue at all.

Cyril quickly returned to the residence, and as soon as he returned to the house, he called everyone together.

"From now on, everyone should not leave this house at will. Your Excellency Treville, please take care of it."

Heloise nodded without asking why.

"There were a total of 27 knights present. Next, a group of three would be fed, and a group of nine would be used to inspect the house in three shifts in the morning, noon and evening. Owen Lloyd, Newman Holt, Brooke Josie, and You three are in charge."

"Yes, my lord." The three knights responded, and then Owen Lloyd asked, "My lord, the inspection includes..."

"Don't let anyone sneak into the house and check the protective magic circle that is set up - you should have learned it in the academy."

"Yes, my lord."

"Any question?"

"No more, my lord."

Cyril saw that the knights had begun to group themselves into groups of three with familiar companions, and then turned to look at Blake Evans.

"Your Excellency Black." He said in a deep voice, "I think what I want you to do should be the most critical thing."

"Your Earl, it's okay to say." Black looked at the boy's cautious expression, and nodded equally solemnly.

"The Minister of Foreign Affairs should have the means to temporarily communicate with Solkonan, right? I hope you can use all means to contact Solkonan, we need support."

Black's face immediately showed distress: "My lord, there is indeed... But the transmission of information takes time. After Solkonan receives the signal for help, he will send people to New Aowei Port. It is estimated that more than a month will pass. ..."

"I don't care about that." Cyril gritted his teeth, "Take out any props that can transmit information, as fast as you can transmit it, and I will produce as many magic crystals as you want."

"As for whether Solkonan can help us...it depends on how much His Royal Highness Anastasia Herman values ​​me."

He laughed at himself, then watched as Blake Evans took off a pendant from his neck, rubbed his fingers lightly on it, and took out a slender quill from it.

Cyril's eyes fell on it, and he saw a line of red writing emerge:

“[Shuangqiu Yanling Pen]: A pair of quill pens made of the feathers of Shuangqiuyan. When one pen writes a message, the other pen will give a response.

It is difficult for Qiuyan to break the order and return to the double. "

"Master Earl, this pen can achieve the effect of long-distance transmission of information, but it needs to use magic spar to prepare ink..."

Before Black could finish his words, two heavy magic crystals fell in front of him.

"Are these enough?"

"It's enough." Black was a little surprised at the richness of the young man's hand. These two magic crystals are rare items in the market, and the price of Gentry would be several times higher.

"Then write, write every hour, just write 'Juover Island, help, urgent', write until Solconan responds."

The foreign minister looked at the young man's furious expression, and knew in his heart that the Earl must have foreseen the seriousness of the situation, so he was so anxious.

He immediately responded, took the magic spar and pen, and went back to his room.

Cyril took a few deep breaths. Only Mia Christian, Misha Eshvan, and the ascetic Neil Alden remained without assignments.

"Alden, I have something here, try to listen to it."

Cyril handed the white jade coral portrait to the ascetic monk. The latter was slightly taken aback when he saw the portrait, but he didn't say much, just listened attentively.

A strange look immediately appeared on his face, and he said in surprise, "Master Earl, this is the singing of a shark."

"Mermaid?"

Cyril frowned.

This seems to be a race that often appears in magical works, but unfortunately, the mermaid did not appear in [Road to Glory]—people have seen the remains of the mermaid in the magic plain of the sixth civilization era. bones, but nothing more.

"Sea nerves say that the mermaids are the original followers of Lord Urella, and they are also one of the few races that can still hear the oracle directly after the gods have gone away. Perhaps it is for this reason that they are the first followers of several civilizations. It has disappeared."

"Some say they perished, some say they followed the gods, and some say they just hid."

Alden shook his head and returned the portrait to Cyril: "I can't decipher this content."

Cyril put the portrait back into the bracelet.

If it was a race that had died out a few epochs of civilization, it meant nothing to have this portrait in his pocket.

"What about the mermaids mentioned by Sea Nerve? Can you retell them? You don't need all of them. You only need to mention the performances of the mermaids during important events such as celebrations and sacrifices."

"Celebration...sacrifice..."

Alden closed his eyes, murmured the contents of the Sea Nerve, and then said naturally: "Sea Nerve Volume [-] Rituals. God, the great brilliance descends on the shore of the sea, when Riding the waves of the full moon, at the moment when the twelve strokes of the midnight clock strikes, admiring the statue of God on the beach..."

"Full moon, twelve o'clock at midnight, by the beach." Cyril immediately uttered a voice, interrupting Alden's mumbling: "These contents are enough."

Alden immediately shut up, bowed his head and stepped aside.

Cyril cast his final gaze on Mia and Misha.

Miss Elf sat quietly with her large book in her arms.Miss Mage stood aside, seemingly calm, but she kept curling her hair with her fingers, obviously full of anxiety.

Caroline is not here, Elena is not here, these two are the people who have accompanied Cyril for the longest time in this world.

It is also the most trustworthy and reliable object of Cyril.

"Is there anything we can do?"

Miss Mage looked at Cyril, and seemed to understand the tiredness hidden between his brows and eyes, and asked proactively.

"Speak out if you have any questions, Lord Nora will not abandon her followers." Misha said calmly, and then patted her thigh with her palm: "If you are really tired, lie down and rest first It’s okay for a while.”

"If we can't change anything now, it's better to wait until the opportunity that allows us to change comes."

Cyril nodded subconsciously, thinking about what Misha had just said, and suddenly thought of something.

"Misha." He said, "If it's Nora, I mean if, it's all hypothetical."

"If someone wantonly expands the Black Forest, destroys the forest, and tramples on nature, what will she do when she is gone?"

"Sanctioning those destroyers is what our believers in the God of Nature should do." Misha replied softly: "But if the situation is really serious enough to be irreparable, I believe Lord Nora will lower his power, Help us."

She said, winking at Cyril and said: "Haven't you already experienced it? From Lord Nora's protection."

Cyril couldn't help but choked.

The highest level of divine protection - he is the one who has experienced this level of divine protection, not to mention that Nora has possessed Misha several times to give reminders.

Besides, he was dragged into this world from the real world by these unscrupulous gods.

"Then let me change the question." Cyril shook his head heavily, "Nora, the god of nature, and Urella, the god of the sea, shouldn't have similar personalities."

"Of course." Misha said as a matter of course, "It is recorded in the allusions that Lord Nora is very peaceful, and he is the best at regulating his emotions. The Black Forest is an example. But Lord Urella is completely different. He is very proud, proud He is in charge of the ocean, and when he is angry, he will even let the sea rush all the way to the middle of the continent to submerge the highest mountain."

These are areas that Cyril has never understood. He listened to Misha's narration as if he was listening to a story. These contents can only be told by loyal believers of the gods, but there may be key information hidden in them.

"But the two of them are very good friends, because although they have different personalities, they have one thing in common."

"They protect their weaknesses very much, and they value their followers very much. As much respect as the latter gives them, they will return as much protection."

"In fact, this is the characteristic of the origin of the gods, and it is exactly in line with the meaning of 'origin': these followers are all from them, and they will naturally protect their people."

　Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka

　　
　
(End of this chapter)