Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 621 Imprint
The shattered glass flew down with Cyril's fall, and all the guards below noticed the figure coming out of the broken window, and shouted:
"Attention! Enemy attack!"

For a moment, Cyril had the feeling that he was making a movie, but there was a scene of broken windows in the movie, but there was no means for him to glide with the wind and get out steadily.

But just as he was about to carry out his plan, he heard a "buzz" sound from behind; the wind element that he knew well before became disordered at this moment, like a boulder suddenly dropped in a pool of still water, Startled thousands of waves.

He wanted to turn around and fight back in mid-air, but the distance he had fallen was too short—the space on the fourth floor was only about ten meters, and at this moment, there were already spears below, and the sharp edge was approaching behind him.

Cyril no longer cared about hiding his identity, and the half-empty and half-real wind elemental knight in the air rushed out from the slanting stab, and hit the chasing object with precision.

He only heard a "bang", the wind elemental knight was already broken into wisps of breeze, and the thing that was chasing after him just changed its direction, but its strength did not decrease at all, and it flew out with the sound of howling wind , smashing into the outer wall of the house of the Osanta Emma a few meters away.

This brief confusion caused many of the guards to chase after the object that was knocked into the air, but it just gave Cyril a chance.Immediately, he wrapped his cloak tightly and fell into the shadows before landing, and then he fished through the crowd and disappeared behind the building.

And by the window on the fourth floor.

Marcus Scotto's face was constantly distorted, and another younger and handsome face gradually emerged, but it quickly returned to the original face.

He gloomyly swept his eyes across the arc of the falling figure, landed on the final place where he fell, then closed his eyes, sniffed a few times, and when he opened his eyes again, there was anger that could not be hidden in his eyes:
"Escaped, let him escape, and there was no smell left behind, where did he go?"

He turned back angrily, strode forward to Sandy Marion, grabbed the latter who was still sitting on the ground by the collar, and asked angrily:

"Who is that person? How did you get in touch with him, and how long have you been in touch?"

Sandy Marion looked at Markas Scotto in a daze, and finally came back to his senses, shaking his head again and again: "I don't know him, the first time I saw him, he came in through the window and asked me with a sword, I If you don't say it, you will kill me!"

Markas looked at Sandy's unfaltering attitude—he knew the high-ranking person in Port New Orway in front of him, and he could read from the flustered eyes that he was not faking. At this moment, he was really afraid, obviously Really intimidated.

He snorted coldly and threw Sandy onto the sofa.

"You'd better tell me everything about him."

He panted heavily until Sandy Marion fully explained the identity of Cyril's forged "Sir Marinette Iger", and his breath gradually returned to calm, as if he finally suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Marion." He said slowly, "If this Sir Iger contacts you again, find a way to notify me immediately."

"Is he important?" Sandy Marion also saw that Marcus' anger had subsided.Just like Alvin Saxon knew him, after a few years, he also knew Alvin Saxon, knew what kind of power he possessed, and what price he had to pay——

Alvin Saxon, he felt that it might not be appropriate to call him a "person". His ferociousness could not be suppressed. He was simply a bloodthirsty beast. If he was driven crazy, Dehua would not know How much time does it take to calm down.

This is easy to do when his strength is still low, just hit the back of the head with a stick to make him pass out and wake him up; The power gradually felt dreaded.

First he put shackles on him, but later found that the shackles that limit his strength were useless; he tried to find a way to suppress Alvin Saxon, but in the end he found nothing.

In the end, he could only let it go-fortunately, as Alvin Saxon entered the professional level, there were not many people who needed him to get angry to solve it.

However, just a back view of Sir Marinette Iger brought him into a state of anger. Thinking of Sir Iger's elusive figure, Marion couldn't help but shudder.

Alvin Saxon walked back to the window again, and looked down a few times. The guards had already begun to search for the disappearing figure, but it was obviously in vain.

"He's annoying."

He just said lightly, and then sat down on the sofa on the other side.

Marion looked at his still frowning eyebrows, hesitated for a moment, and said, "What I asked you to do..."

However, Alvin Saxon's fists were clenched tightly, and he landed heavily on the table first, shaking the half bottle of red wine and the goblet to jump on the spot, shaking and falling steadily.

"Before that." Saxon narrowed his eyes slightly, staring closely at Marion, "What did you talk about with the people from O'Santa Emma?"

Marion's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Who did you hear it from?"

"Julius Levi, of course, he is dead." Alvin Saxon lowered his head and looked at the palm of his hand, with slender fingers, but what made people think was not a pair of good-looking ones that should be on the strings Or a hand with a paintbrush, but a pair of claws.

"With the help of the people of Ao San Emma, ​​clear the port mafia? Marion, I don't care what you plan to do with the new Ao Wei port, I just ask you a question—"

"You mean the port mafia, not including me."

Marion watched the right hand gradually clenched into a fist, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and tremblingly said: "No, not included, of course not included. You have long been counted in the Mafia, haven't you?"

"Actually, you can even get a seat in the parliament, you just need to change your skin on the bright side..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the fist was already enlarged rapidly in front of his eyes, and then with a bang, it slammed heavily into the sofa next to his ear, piercing through the outer skin, the down inside, and the wooden board behind.

Alvin Saxon stood in front of him, looking at him coldly.

"I don't want to see it again."

The corners of Marion's eyes twitched until Alvin Saxon slowly withdrew his hand, wiped the sawdust off his sleeve, and walked out of the house with his hands behind his back.

He stood up tremblingly, reached out to pick up the wine bottle, and wanted to pour himself another half glass to calm his shock, but found that his pants were already soaked through at some point.

Outside the door, Marinette Iger quickly passed through the guards, squinting his eyes, and kept building the scene he had seen before in his mind:
"The wind element... the creation of the wind element?"

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Cyril walked back to his room through the window familiarly. As soon as the window was closed, the curtains on both sides were closed.

"How did you come back through the window?"

Miss Mage, who had been waiting for a long time, came to the window in a hurry, looked at Cyril who was sitting down on the ground, and quickly made a ball of water, and pressed it on Cyril's body: "Spiritual light bath."

The ball of water turned into a ball of warm light and sank into Cyril's body.She then reached out to remove Cyril's mask, revealing the somewhat pale face of the young man underneath.

"Alvin Saxon, he was almost caught." Cyril breathed a sigh of relief, and he took a special look at the thing that was chasing him, only to find that it was actually an unsheathed sword.

"Is there any injury? Let me see?"

"No, I left in time." Cyril shook his head, and was about to stand up when he suddenly frowned.

Then he raised his right hand and took off the glove he was wearing.

On the back of the right hand under the glove, there is a slight silver light shining at this moment.

It was vaguely in the shape of a sword, and the brightest part at the moment was the center part of the gauntlet—this imprint represented the moonstone of the elves, obtained from the magic plain of the Elgin Forest.

Although from the perspective of efficacy, this moon stone can bring a considerable increase to Cyril's combat power, but the activation conditions are indeed a bit harsh——

Only at night, you have to bathe in the moonlight, unless Cyril has a moon on his head, otherwise the ability to use this mark is really a bit of luck.

However, this is also Cyril's only means of increasing combat power by a large amount. The other one is the humanoid plug-in Caroline. With her huge spiritual power externally connected, the bonus obtained will be much higher than that of the Moon Stone.

But harshness is harsh, and Cyril will still use the Moon Stone when he can use it.At the same time, he did not forget what this moon stone represented——

"We intend to build a sword, with the horns of the dragonborn as the gauntlet, the bone of the human hero's soul as the blade, the feathers of the beast gods to give it spirituality, and the elves' eternal stone as the source. The end that is everywhere."

Nearly a year ago, in the Enchanted Plains, the words of the Great Sage of Setanrio sounded in his ears again, and he knew that his Moonstone was equal to the Elves' Stone of Eternity.

The shape of the long sword on the back of the hand should naturally correspond to the long sword used in the fourth era of civilization to fight against the end.

However, this imprint has been silent all this time. Thinking carefully about the path he has traveled before, Mufeng Festival is the home of the elves, and he has already obtained the so-called "Stone of Eternity" imprint.

The bloody battle with the undead in northern Xinjiang should have nothing to do with the heroic souls of humans.

And all the way south, I haven't touched all the elements of this sword, and it's normal if it can't be triggered-not to mention that it just sounds like "the sword against the end", which should have appeared in the late game Damn, now I just opened the head of a long-term mission by luck, and it is impossible for clues to follow my ass.

However, at this moment, this imprint was lit up with a faint light.

Although only the Moon Stone was still shining, the entire sword was already shrouded in a layer of light. It flickered slightly, and then went out after a while and disappeared.

Cyril looked at the back of his hand and arm, mobilizing the flow of magic power, but only the Moon Stone would respond to him, and the dim light covering the whole sword would not light up again.

"Mr. Wei, this is..."

"It should come from external stimulation." Cyril frowned, and suddenly came up with an idea:
"Could it be because of the sword that Alvin Saxon threw at himself that this mark would light up?"

"Evan Saxon corresponds to one of these elements?"

This kind of brain circuit belonging to the player made Cyril's heartbeat speed up a lot, but he quickly calmed down his thoughts. Even if Evan Saxon represented one of them, he couldn't quickly clean up the opponent now.

It's better to carefully integrate the clues collected before to see if there is a breakthrough.

He came back to his senses and noticed that Miss Mage still seemed to be reluctant to part with the back of his hand, her eyes were fixed on it, and he couldn't help asking: "Is it so beautiful?"

As a result, Miss Mage crossed her legs, swayed her upper body from side to side, and said cheerfully, "It's bright and beautiful!"

As if remembering something, she suddenly frowned slightly, and said angrily: "Mr. Wei, where did this mark come from? Did you engrave it yourself? Or was it printed by some treasure? You didn't mention it to me. Pass……"

"Ah, that's right, it must have been when I was not in Siliki. Did Miss Misha accompany you to make it out? I knew that Misha had the experience of sharing adventures with you, and so did Elena. It's just me. ..."

Sensing the gradually resentful tone of Miss Mage, Cyril waved his hand quickly. He wanted to comfort Mia, but at this moment, he couldn't utter a single word from his mouth, which was eloquent when he was cheating, and eloquent when he was threatening.

He thought and thought, and finally he had to open his arms.

Miss Mage's resentment suddenly stopped, she let out a soft laugh, and then changed her cross-legged sitting to side sitting, and her upper body actively leaned on Cyril's shoulder.

"Mr. Wei, look at your appearance. If I don't follow you closely and leave you alone in Solconan, won't all the noble ladies in Solconan come to bully you?"

"What's the matter?" Cyril said awkwardly, "You see, I'm ordinary, so they won't notice me. Besides, why should I contact those noble ladies? Ask for trouble?"

"Oh?" Mia poked Cyril's cheek with her finger upwards, as if she had found her favorite toy, "Then you can hide from other noble ladies, and you can hide from Her Highness Anastasia." Is it off?"

"His Royal Highness?" Cyril's eyebrows twitched, "Then you think too much, Your Highness and I are just a mutually beneficial relationship."

"Really?" Mia raised her face, and Cyril looked down slightly, and saw her squinting her eyes, as if she was looking at herself.

This posture is very like a little fox basking in the sun, cunning and agile.

"Really." Cyril immediately raised his hand, "There is no second day, I..."

This posture is very like a little fox basking in the sun, cunning and agile.

Before he finished speaking, Miss Mage's finger suddenly stretched out and tapped lightly on his lips.

His eyes widened.

The girl put her other hand in front of her mouth and made a "shh" movement, then laughed lightly and jumped away, like a nimble deer.

"Who is chasing Mr. Wei, I don't care about it now."

(End of this chapter)