Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 774 Farewell
The warmth of the house makes one not feel that it is a cold snowy night, just like the tranquility and peace of La Rochelle, and one does not feel the dangerous atmosphere that the end is coming.

He listened to the sound of sparks crackling and splashing in the stove. This kind of white noise made the girls gradually sleepy. At first they were holding teacups and talking, but it didn't take long for them to tilt their heads and gradually fell asleep.

As a result, the house became completely quiet, just like Siliki, who encountered heavy snow in the second half of the night, and the joy of New Year's Eve was silent in the heavy snow.

Cyril looked at the quiet room, inexplicably in a trance.

The scene in front of him gave him an extremely strong sense of déjà vu, as if it was the same way a long time ago...

Yes, it was almost two years ago, no, it was already three years ago.

They walked out of the snowstorm in the northern border, headed south, and headed to Solkonan. After Miss Elf joined the team, it seemed that there were often scenes of night talks like this.

It's just that at that time, everyone would not fall asleep in such a relaxed manner, but supported each other sleepily.At that time, Caroline was still a little one, so Miss Mia carried Caroline in her left hand and Alina in her right arm, and staggered back to her room to sleep.

That was three years ago——

He stood up and walked in front of each girl, his movements were silent, just looking at their beautiful faces under the dim light of the stove.

He knows their tempers and their softness. When the numbness caused by cleaning up the filth accumulates too much, they can always give him spiritual and physical care in time.

Such beautiful existences should belong to a peaceful and beautiful era.

He stood up, opened the door, and walked out of the room.

Outside the door of the room, the woman in a white coat and snow fox fur scarf was leaning against the fence, looking at him intently.

"Evangeline Lyman." Cyril frowned, "What are you doing here?"

"Now Queen La Rochelle has come to Siliki, can't I come?"

Holding a long pipe between her hands, she took a deep breath, raised her chin, gracefully blew out smoke rings in the dark corridor, and then poked her probe into the room.Although Cyril blocked it in time, she still got her teasing gaze.

"Four at a time? Didn't see it..."

"If you can't speak, you don't have to." Cyril glanced at her indifferently, and then asked, "What's the matter? I remember that you were supposed to be on the border of Palannia..."

About three months ago, Iris headed towards the border between Pallania and La Rochelle, hoping to find some clues about the filth there. There was a lack of equipment there. Although there was support from the Vader family, logically, Not to mention it won't come out so quickly.

"I brought you back someone." Iris narrowed her eyes, "You have to thank me well, I think you will be happy to see her."

"Where are you talking about?" Cyril frowned.

"Ah, but the queen chopped off her beard first, so she should be nearby..."

She turned around, stepped on her high heels, and walked down the stairs slowly, before returning to the hall.

In the hall, the guests had long since dispersed, but Anastasia Herman, who had already left, had left and returned. She was still sitting at the table at this time, and beside her was a group of A figure wearing armor, but not looking majestic.

Cyril stepped into the hall, and from his perspective, he could only see the heroic profile of the figure and the long chestnut hair scattered.

But just this scene was enough for him to recognize the identity of that figure——

"Jane... Captain Christine?"

He couldn't help but screamed, and stepped forward quickly.The figure at the table also noticed his arrival, got up, held a glass of wine in his hand, and raised the glass to greet Cyril.

"Adrien, it's been a long time... It's been almost three years."

She looked at the young man standing in front of her, who was almost a head taller than herself, and couldn't help curling her lips: "My vision is really good, but what you have done is far beyond my imagination." .”

"Captain Christine." The excitement in Cyril's heart was really hard to contain - the importance of Christine to him was beyond words, even though they didn't get together for a single day, even though they had been together for three years no see.

But Cyril can say: Without Jane Christine, there would be no Cyril Adrian who was able to stand at the peak of the fighting power of this civilization era at the beginning of 1443.

All the way he has traveled has been too much influenced by this female knight leader, whether it is his own strength or the development of power: the initial choice of direction to break through the professional level is because of the female knight leader's reaction to the dracolich. Inspired by one scene; and without the encounter of the Silver Blade Knights in the Tower of the North Wind as an excuse, he would not have the possibility of becoming the Earl of Siliki.

"Danya, you're fine. That's the best news I've heard this year."

He opened his arms, so Christine naturally put down the wine glass and gave him a big hug: "Adrien, the surprise you gave me is much more good news than the good news I gave you."

"Kristen, you don't need to belittle yourself." Anastasia couldn't help but said, "Although he has indeed made achievements, you have accomplished those things in the north by yourself."

"North? Your Majesty means..."

Cyril looked at Anastasia in amazement, and then his eyes fell back on Christine, "Is the legendary northern female knight really Captain Christine?"

"Of course." Anastasia raised her head proudly, as if all this was her own doing, "Tearing the bone dragon, overthrowing the half-moon council, who else but Christine Can it be done?"

"Then... Captain Christine, the current level of strength is..."

"Natural disaster—or, Baita Liandel." Jane Christine looked at Cyril with a smile, "But I originally wanted to seek the power of the wind element, but I didn't expect that you had already mastered this power."

Cyril scratched his head awkwardly, "Then your current strength is..."

"Developing into space, combined with the power of wind, an element called 'momentary' is derived." Christine nodded.

"Natural disaster, are you also at the natural disaster level?" Anastasia stood up and said in surprise, "Great, Christine, the newly formed Royal Court of Glory needs your support so much, Aya Sir Derian is not willing to stay for a while..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the happy expression froze on her face.

Because Jane Christine shook her head towards her and stepped back to Cyril's side.

"His Royal Highness Anastasia, I'm sorry." Christine bowed slightly, "I can't be by your side, Evangeline told me that Adrian is going to St. Go with him."

The Queen of La Rochelle stared blankly at her confidant, who was also her rare friend, and asked in a stiff voice:
"why?"

"I have already entered the territory of Orsan Emma from Pallania once, and I have reached as far as the area where the province of St. Helcoent is located. Adrian needs my help-I don't think we can let the only victory Danya's filthy possibility, alone into the most dangerous territory."

Christine spoke slowly, as if stating an established fact, "At least not let too many factors interfere with him."

Anastasia swayed slightly, and finally sat down on her buttocks, looked up dejectedly, and let out a long sigh.

"Whatever you want, sure, you're right—"

The next topic continued for a long time, about the glory of the royal court, about the filth.

After Cyril and Christine left one after another, Anastasia covered her eyes with her arms, raised her head, and sat there with no image.

"What's the matter, Queen Hermann?"

Evangeline Lyman walked up to her and asked softly.

"Just a little powerless," Anastasia Herman replied. "I can't do anything—and I do a lot, but it just makes me feel stronger."

Then, she felt the warmth of Iris's arm - the latter was leaning on her back, her arms wrapped around her body.

"The feeling of powerlessness, isn't it? I get it, I get it all too well."

Evangeline Lyman read softly and closed her eyes.

Just like she has been unable to find the city of Hormel 200 years ago, that sense of powerlessness that is still useless despite all her efforts.

She knows too much.

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1443, April 1.

With the lessons learned in 1442, the year name of this year was finalized as early as December 1442.

The astrologers watched the celestial phenomena non-stop for thirteen days, and finally they all wrote a word on paper:
【God pray】.

The Year of Prayer?

What do you mean?
It is another year name that cannot be explained literally, especially when it is connected with the year of the Fallen God in 1442 last year, it makes people feel even more confused.

Anastasia was not in a hurry to return to Solkonan. Although this was a critical period for the establishment of the Huiyao Royal Court, she still stubbornly stayed in Siliki, sitting in the comfortable tree and rattan chair in the Lord's Mansion every day. Seeing the young Marquis being surrounded by girls like stars, I don't know what it means.

Until February 1th.

The snow was clear and the clouds were clear, and the successive cloudy and snowy days finally came to an end, and the long-lost sunshine came to the grassland of Amasir.

The winter sun is still so clear and cold, but the light without heat is enough to warm people's hearts.

And under the clear winter sun, the young marquis led his black nightmare horse out of the city gate of Siliki.

It was not made public, or even informed to Siliki's top management. Only a few people knew that he was leaving Siliki on this day.

He stood in the shadow under the city gate, looked at the familiar faces who saw him off, and showed a gentle smile.

"Tiffany," he began to call names.

The little catwoman immediately raised her head, her face still had a sleepy look, but at this moment she forcefully opened her eyes wide and stared at Cyril.

"Although I know you are eager to improve yourself, your body comes first. Don't be too involved like Lydia Shelley."

She nodded vigorously, then leaned forward, letting Cyril's palm stroke her head back and forth.

"Nirola."

Then there was a girl with long black hair like a waterfall, her complexion was much better than before.

After merging the soul of the gray god, she is now triumphantly advancing on the journey of mage - after all, this is the body of a new god in the new era, and it is natural to have extraordinary talents. It has only been a year since she entered Lurea Mage Academy, and she has already sat down as a mentor position.

To Nerola, Cyril couldn't say too much. He thought for a while, but just opened his arms and gave him a hug from behind.

"Next... Misha."

Next up is Miss Elf.

With a calm smile on her face, she walked up to Cyril, tiptoed naturally, and kissed the boy on the cheek.

"My family, everything I believe in, my god." She whispered in the young man's ear, "The power of your believers will always follow you, you look after the world, and the world will also give you other things." Pious, I hope you will remember this."

"And...you must come back."

She kissed lightly again, then stepped back quickly, giving way to her position.

Cyril touched his cheek, it was no surprise that such things happened, but in public, it was a bit embarrassing.

"Erina." He quickly calmed down and continued to roll the roll.

The blond girl walked up to him and looked up at him.

Three years have passed, but Elena has not shown any signs of growth in height. She is still so small and tough, always upholding that unyielding attitude, even when she shed tears at the pillow because of pain , also pursed his lips tightly, blushing, but refused to say a word.

"My lord." She just looked up at Cyril like that, and then said softly: "We will meet again, right?"

"I think it should be."

"But I want an affirmative answer." Alina tilted her head.

"Okay...then...we will definitely see you again."

"Hook?" Alina raised her hand and shook it towards him.

He stretched out his hand, connected with it, and shook it back and forth.

Only then did the girl show a satisfied expression, then silently retreated to the end of the crowd, and then turned around.

And the last one is Miss Mage.

She was wearing the white mage robe that Cyril was most familiar with. Her hair was not carefully groomed, with slight curls, and it naturally hung down on her chest. She looked the same as usual, without the slightest difference.

There was no need for Cyril to speak, when Alina stepped back, she had already stepped forward naturally, and stood in front of Cyril in a charming manner.

"Mi..." Cyril was about to speak, but the girl had already stepped forward, raised a finger to block his mouth, then grabbed his other hand, and slowly placed it on her abdomen.

"Did you feel it? Mr. Wei." She asked softly.

Cyril opened his eyes wide, with a hint of disbelief in them, but Mia didn't give him a chance to speak, and just grabbed his hand.

"To come back alive, I will wait for you, we will wait for you."

She quickly let go of her hand, thought for a while, and then untied the necklace around her neck, quickly wrapped it around Cyril's neck, and hung it with the original necklace.

It was a drop-shaped pendant that was already transparent and colorless. It was heavy and still carried the body temperature of a girl.

After finishing all this, she raised her hand, slowly hung up the necklace and pendant for Cyril, and tidied up the front of her clothes, then slowly backed away, and then bowed to him.

"Mr. Wei, may the stars shine on you."

she exclaimed.

Under the shadow of the city gate, everyone's voices sounded in unison:

"May the stars shine on you—"

And the young Marquis rode a black horse, and walked out of the city gate amidst the most sincere blessings.

Into the cool winter sun.

　If you still have time to finish writing the main text, please fill in the extra episodes and make up the emotional line【orz
　　
　
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