Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 128 No.20 Chapter Three

Kate Town, an unremarkable town in both its name and itself, lives on agriculture and fishing.

In 1440 when the player first came to this world, this small town became one of the player's strongholds just like the other towns in the Eustace Hills that were not directly swallowed up by the beast tide.But after the activities of the beast tide passed, there were no more players in Kate Town.

Until it was engulfed by the undead entering the customs and turned into a dead place.

Cyril didn't have much impression of this place. After all, there were no missions with generous rewards, no special materials, or even any beautiful legends. In the eyes of players, this place was a piece of land with very little value.

However, when he heard the sound of the river lapping on the bank from across the carriage, he raised the curtain and saw the rows of figures standing on the wall beside the winding river that had nothing to do with majesty. some expectations.

The militiamen here seem to have a higher comprehensive quality than expected, and the reason is that they have been trained by a certain elf——

You must know that although the elves are not completely stuck in the forest, only the Aishvan elves choose to hide from the world, and the Clary elves are active in the political, business, and military circles, but their activities are often in the capital of Salconan and Ralo. To the east and south of Shire, the area of ​​the Simmatar Mountains is not within its range of activities.

It is already very mysterious that Misha Exivan, the elf of Aishvan, can appear here. The elves actively train human soldiers, which sounds even more unbelievable.

The gate of the small city opened quickly, and then closed quickly after the soldiers and Cyril's carriage entered the city. Soon there were soldiers walking down the city wall, preparing to inspect the carriage.

Cyril took the lead in picking up the car curtain, bowed and made a "please" gesture: "Beautiful Miss Christian, please get out of the car—"

Mia responded lightly, and got out of the car with the hem of the mage's robe.Cyril heaved a sigh of relief. Just now in the carriage, he tried his best to comfort Miss Mage, and even lifted the sleeping Caroline to make various funny faces, while Mia stayed there sullenly and didn't give a word. A quasi-word.

Now it looks like it's all right.

Don't look at Ms. Mia who is usually generous and not stingy at all, but she is actually the sponsor of the entire team.In the final analysis, their relationship was maintained by finding a good teacher for Mia in the capital.

Although Mia didn't say why she didn't just study at the Mage Academy in the capital, but had to "flee" thousands of miles to study at the Tower of the North Wind in northern Xinjiang—of course, Cyril didn't think that she was so close that she could let the girl casually reveal her past , he is a little conflicted about emotions, but he also knows more about the distance between people.

But since Mia didn't object to returning to the capital, as long as the girl is a little smarter, shows some boldness to spend a lot of money, and wants to hire an excellent mage as a mentor, there will be no problem at all.By then, kicking Cyril aside would not be a problem at all.

So along the way, Cyril had to find a way to tie this lady mage who died in the Tower of the North Wind before she could grow up in history, and was now tied to the car by herself, to the car a little more tightly.

There was really nowhere to hide anything in their wagon.The elves do have a special status in this small town. When Ms. Misha Aishvan stopped there, the other soldiers had no intention of questioning them. They almost went through a process and let them go.

But Cyril and the others were just about to leave the city wall.After working so hard for so long, he planned to let the rest of the people go to rest and go to the mayor himself to report the beast horde, but the city gate behind him suddenly opened again, and then a familiar, slightly sharp voice called out. stand up:

"I just said that you useless things have gone the wrong way, and I have to be the young master to lead the way, right!"

Cyril looked back, only to see several large vehicles pouring into the city, obviously the trucks of the caravan.And the headed horse hangs a beautiful little tower badge on its neck, clearly stating its ownership:
North Tower Chamber of Commerce.

"Oh? It's interesting."

Cyril had already guessed who the North Tower caravan was leading.He jumped out of the car, took two steps towards the back, and saw the familiar little meat mountain, sitting on a poor horse, with a disheveled face but a smug expression.

A few days ago—no, it was just yesterday, they escorted the Master Zeld of the North Tower Chamber of Commerce into the Judea Pass. Cyril did not expect to meet him here again today.

He looked at the caravan for a while, and everyone looked a little sluggish, and many of them were injured.The goods on those trucks were also much less than normal. It was very obvious that this caravan left a lot of goods and escaped from the mountains.

Cyril couldn't help but want to laugh, how unlucky this young master is, that the two caravans accompanying the team had accidents one after another - although his own luck was not so good.

"Listen, these are goods from the North Tower Chamber of Commerce. We are going to the capital. This is a tribute to the capital. If you lose it, can you afford it? Get out of the way and prepare the best room for us, Ben The young master wants to take a comfortable hot bath!"

For some reason, Zeld started yelling loudly again, and the soldiers surrounded the convoy with troubled faces, not knowing whether they should check the trucks of the North Tower Chamber of Commerce.

For the soldiers in the small town, words like "king capital" and "tribute" are enough to scare people, not to mention that there is a young master like this hill blocking them.

They were worrying when a strange voice suddenly sounded behind them:
"Everyone, this young master is indeed right, and I can prove it for him."

The leader of the soldiers quickly turned around and saw the elf boy with pointed ears who had just entered the city slowly approaching, he quickly bowed and said, "Ah, since you have your guarantee, there must be no problem .”

As he spoke, he told his subordinates to prepare to disband.This night's temporary attendance was originally to welcome this inexplicably late caravan. Now that the caravan arrived at this time, of course it can be disbanded.

But before he took two steps, the young master Zeld yelled again: "Hey, what are you going to do? Our people haven't arrived yet. You don't think that there are only a few of us in the North Tower Chamber of Commerce. A carriage?"

Cyril narrowed his eyes, he pulled the soldier's arm, then stepped forward and stood in front of Zeld.

"Before I speak, I think Master Zeld should get off his horse? I haven't forgotten the poor horse at the gate of Judea. I wonder if it can stand up in this life?"

"What, you dare to talk to me like that—how could it be you!" Zeld screamed subconsciously, but before he could get mad, he changed his tone the moment he saw Cyril's face clearly.

"What a coincidence, it seems that we are on the same road." Cyril said with a smile, "I know what happened to you, how are you doing, are you interested in chatting with me?"

(End of this chapter)