Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 773 The end of the year
1442 12 Month 31 Day.

The snow continued to fall, and Amasir probably never dreamed that he would become a "snow field" one day.

Snow flakes like goose feathers fell in the city of Siliki. The snow on the ground had been swept three or four times, but it was still thick enough to cover the calf.The ice pick under the eaves was nearly [-] centimeters long. The children pulled it out and waved it in their hands, shouting: "I am the lord, my knights, go!"

Until they melt, these icicles are their best swords.

The temperature was unprecedentedly low, making Cyril think that he was on the ice sheet of northern Xinjiang again, not the natural place of Amasir.He wrapped himself in a thick leather jacket, held hot black tea in his hand, leaned on the soft cushion of the bay window, and looked at the lanterns that started to shine outside the window.

Night is coming.

The low temperature and heavy snow cannot dampen people's enthusiasm for the last day of the year.Unlike 1441, which was full of war and turmoil, Amasir in 1442 was unbelievably peaceful.

Even because of the joining of the people who fled from Ao San Emma and Palania, the resources are much more abundant than before.

The year title of [The Year of the Fallen God] did not have any impact on the people of Amasir.After all, most of them are followers of Nora, the god of nature. Even Nora's direct descendants are not panicked, and they go in and out of Siliki's tavern every day, so what reason do they have to panic?
It was completely dark that day, and the heavy snow also restrained its momentum in a face-saving way, and gradually subsided, and the colored lights that had been arranged in advance were completely lit up in Siliki, making Siliki bright like a sunny day.

People took to the streets to celebrate the passing of another year.The old residents began to describe the night of the end of the year two years ago to the new residents of Siliki, telling the story of the legendary lord Cyril Adrian when he was the Earl of Siliki.

Some drunkard came out of the tavern drunk, and when he heard their topic, he shook the bottle and began to brag:
"Back then, Earl Cyril Adrian could use three cities to conquer the entire Almasir, but I, Harlan Gallagher, used three glasses of wine to overwhelm St. Emma, ​​it was not a problem..."

Cyril quietly looked at the prosperous Siliki night scene outside the window, until the knock on the door of the room sounded.

"Come in." He looked at the door, and the mage lady had already opened the door and entered.She was wearing a beautiful aqua blue dress that suited her best, revealing her fair, slender and straight calves, and she was walking with a pair of high heels on her bare feet.

It's just that such a well-dressed mage lady regarded herself as a clothes hanger, with at least ten pieces of clothes piled up on her arms, and put all the clothes on the bed as soon as she walked in, and then urged Cyril:
"Mr. Wei, what time is it, why haven't you prepared yet? Hurry up, come and try this one."

As she spoke, she took Cyril's arm and forced him to the side of the bed.Cyril was lazily like a puddle of mud, letting Mia pull him and manipulate him at will.

"This set...isn't good, it's too bright. What about this set...you can't take it off if you press it down."

Tried on all the clothes, but Mia was really tired and out of breath. She finally changed Cyril into a suitable evening dress, which was the most classic "Silikey color matching" style. The dark green dress was decorated with silver trims. , even if Cyril is too lazy to look like a dead dog now, he is still handsome in a mess.

"I wasted so much time..." Mia complained softly, and half pushed Cyril out of the room, but just as she was going out, she was ambushed by Caroline outside the door—the girl jumped out with a wow , making Miss Mage stagger, almost falling into Cyril's arms.

"Why did you take so long?" Caroline blinked her eyes, but she didn't have any thoughts of following up the prank.Now she has grown completely, and her figure has become taller, taller than Miss Mia, and it is even more incredible after stepping on high heels.The hair that has been grown for a year will hang down to the position of the shoulder blades. She is wearing a long white dress, leaning against the wall, with one hand hanging down, and the other arm holding the hand, stretching her slender body, her bare feet stretched tightly Yes, the instep is white and blue with faint blood vessels, making people want to kiss it deeply.

She raised her chin slightly, one of her cat-like eyes was crystal red, and the other was her original amber dark brown, which looked more like a cat with heterochromatic pupils.

"It's not that Mr. Wei didn't cooperate." Mia asked angrily, "Has Your Majesty arrived yet?"

"I've already had tea in the hall." Caroline pouted, "Why did His Majesty travel all the way to Siliki to celebrate the New Year? Shouldn't she be busy with the construction of the 'Brilliant Royal Court' every day?" Is it?"

Cyril yawned a lot, and finally stood up straight. After stretching, he replied slowly: "Maybe...she just wants to see her appointed Marquis for the last time?"

"Cyrillic!"

"Mr. Wei!"

Two voices from the left and the right yelled at the same time, Cyril laughed, and then waved: "Let's go, let's go."

They step into the hall.The original City Lord's Mansion was already as wide as an auditorium under the expansion of the space law circle.Not gorgeous, but warm lighting illuminates the entire auditorium.

It's just that such a wide space seems a bit wasteful. Counting all the high-rise buildings in Silikie and Solkonan's guests, the original hall is enough to handle it.

Her Majesty the Queen of La Rochelle, Anastasia Herman, was sitting at the round table at the end, looking at the red wine in the goblet in her hand.

"Your Majesty." Cyril walked straight forward, nodded to Anastasia at the table, "Thank you for coming all the way to Siliki..."

"What are you talking about?" Anastasia rolled her eyes, "Mr. Cyril, if I don't show up at such a moment, then I will be ashamed to be the queen of the soon-to-be-established 'Brilliant Royal Court' .”

"Hehe, hehe..." Cyril smiled awkwardly, looking left and right to change the subject, "Hmm... where is Her Excellency Heloise Treville?"

"Are you so unwilling to talk to me?" Anastasia scolded, then pointed to the side, "Miss Hailuo, she seems to have met an acquaintance. Over there."

Cyril looked at where she was pointing. There were two figures hidden by the pillars in the corner of the hall. Heloise was blocked behind the pillars, while another figure... revealed half of the round armor.

"Leonardo?" Cyril was a little surprised.That was indeed Leonardo. After he was promoted to Extraordinary, Leonardo got the same chubby armor again. According to his words, he was not used to wearing it.

And Leonardo was actually having a private conversation with Heloise... He thought about Leonardo's vicissitudes and handsome appearance of a middle-aged man.

Okay, okay, what a Leonardo, he actually wants an old cow to eat young grass.

However, he had only taken a few steps forward when he heard Heloise's cold voice: "Father..."

Cyril turned around in despair and sat back at the round table where Anastasia was sitting.

I vaguely remember that Leonardo did have a daughter. When he was joking at that time, Leonardo also said that he would marry his daughter to him...

It's okay, it's okay.

"Why not wait for the Royal Court of Glory to be fully completed?" Anastasia shook the red wine in the glass, squinting her eyes slightly, her expression a little confused, "The Royal Court of Glory can serve as your backing, which is better than being alone. It's much better for people to take risks."

Cyril lowered his head and cut the steak without answering her question.

"It's ridiculous to think about it this way. The Royal Court of Huiyao was established to resist the end. If you succeed, the enemies that the Royal Court of Huiyao has to face will disappear; if you fail... then the Royal Court of Huiyao , and it is impossible to resist the next end."

Anastasia suddenly sneered, slapped the table and stood up, and said loudly: "Cyril Adrian, do you think there is any meaning for such a glorious royal court?"

Her sudden utterance made everyone stop, and the mage, who had been paying close attention to this side, quietly walked behind Cyril and put a hand on the back of his chair.

And Cyril finally raised his head, looked at the condescending Anastasia Herman who was looking down at him, and said slowly:
"Did Iris tell you that I was going to St. Helcoent?"

"It was Evangeline Lyman who told me." Anastasia seemed to realize her gaffe, and lowered her voice.

"Then why do you think I'm really going?"

"Did she lie to me? You didn't intend to go to St. Hercoent?" Anastasia's voice became urgent, as if grasping at straws.

But Cyril's words were like a basin of cold water, extinguishing her enthusiasm:

"No, I do go to St. Helcoent, next January."

"you!"

"Your Majesty—" Cyril tapped the table lightly with his fingers, "The existence of the Royal Court of Huiyao is for a more distant future."

"If you think that if destruction and the end are destined to come, the efforts before that are meaningless, then everything has indeed lost its meaning of existence."

"But I think, at least in the time before the end comes, things have their reasons and meanings."

"If I succeed, the Glorious King's Court you established will be the new hope for that dilapidated land; and if I fail, the Glorious King's Court will also give its shelter to the souls, a last memory worth remembering." A memory in the long river of history, a hope that remains unquenched."

After he finished speaking, he stood up.

Mia beside him naturally took his arm, and walked out of the hall side by side with him.Caroline and Elena, who were scattered in the hall, also followed naturally.

Anastasia stood, reaching out to Cyril, as if trying to hold him back.She pursed her lips and kept silently repeating the "stay" mouth shape, but in the end she sat down slowly.

"Your Majesty." Heloise walked slowly to her side and said softly.

"Mr. Hai Luo." Anastasia raised her head in a somewhat exhausted state, only feeling dizzy in front of her eyes, "You said... did I do something wrong?"

"No, Your Majesty, you are not wrong, and he is not wrong." Heloise replied calmly, "As he said, you represent a hope, and it is something that all living beings can work hard for before the end comes. Hope is also the new hope of the abandoned land after the end disappears."

"What about him?" Anastasia looked in the direction where Cyril disappeared.

"He..." Heloise hesitated for a moment, then replied in a low voice, "He will decide everything."

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Cyril's room is quite large. As a lord and a marquis, his room should naturally fit his status.

He looked at the seat naturally, and the few people who sat in the room, their movements were too skillful:
Caroline has crossed her long legs and is curled up on the softest sofa; the serious Elena is sitting in front of the small round table, habitually putting a book on her lap; Miss Elf is still holding the big book Book, sitting by the bay window—although the book has no power, Nora's disappearance has made her lose the ability to "guide the way", and now she is simply serving the god of nature she devoutly worshiped.

Of course, the new God of Nature.

And the last lady mage was leaning against the head of the bed, she had already removed her shoes, she was sitting on the bed with her legs crossed, her chin resting on her knees, she just looked at Cyril quietly.

"My lord... Is it really okay to leave Your Majesty like this?" Elena couldn't help but asked in a low voice.

"There's nothing to throw away." Cyril couldn't help smiling, "For her, she thinks I'm a pillar, and the Holy White Court needs my face—she and I have never been together. It was a partnership, and it still is.”

"It's just that she doesn't know what it means to have to shoot when the arrow is on the string."

Cyril closed his eyes slightly, and the attribute panel had naturally appeared in his mind.

In one year, he visited every seal point mentioned by Iris and Tris, and now the "marks" on his attribute panel have become a long list, and it is impossible to count how many there are.

He felt that his power was unprecedentedly strong, but at the same time it was also unprecedentedly heterogeneous.The existence of those imprints is not as imagined, they are just reserves of power that he can mobilize one by one.

Some of them will conflict with each other, and some are simply incompatible. As long as you use the power of this side, the other side will also give some feedback...

In other words, Cyril's body is strong enough to withstand the conflict between these marks.

In fact, from a rational point of view, he should indeed continue to digest his body until he fully absorbed these powers.

But what persecuted him was the emotion of fear from those imprints. This emotion was growing day by day. The direction of its fear was in the east, in the capital of the kingdom that had been overthrown, St. Helcoent .

It's in fear, Danya's filth.

(End of this chapter)