Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 14 Draw an SSR?

Cyril Adrian, half-elf, male

Health: 90% (slow recovery)

Level: 2 (18/15) +
Occupation: Apprentice Knight Attendant (0/3) [Assignable Level: 2]

Skills: Scouting (primary).Basic swordsmanship [Silver Blade Knight] (intermediate).Basic archery (beginner).

It seems that there is no problem with this attribute panel, and being able to upgrade to a level after a battle is already a very rich experience reward.

But even though the novice period was already 30 years ago in game time for Cyril before crossing, Cyril still knew exactly how much experience those undead creatures had correspondingly.

Skeleton soldiers of this level will not increase their experience much because of their status as an advance troop. Like ordinary ones, they are all 2 points.The experience of the ice skin giant bear is higher, and one can give 5 points.Calculated in this way, it should be a total of 27 experience points, which is enough for him to be promoted to level 3, and there are 12 points left.

But at this moment, he only gained 18 points of experience, which abruptly reduced one-third of his income!
"Okay, then Mr. Knight out of interest, in order to thank you for your generous help, I sincerely invite you to be a guest at the Tower of the North Wind. Maybe my strength is nothing in your eyes, but I respectfully As a Master of the Four Rings, I assure you that no one knows the Tower of the North Wind better than me, whether it is food, accommodation, or some special entertainment..."

Cyril was still worrying about his lost experience, and even his expression couldn't help becoming serious.His expression was seen by the mage named Mom Morris, but it made the mage mutter inwardly.

As he spoke, he looked at the passing knight in front of him, and began to reflect on whether there was something offensive in his words—not because the other party's excessively young face did not match his strength, but because Its pointed ears—

Elf.

Ordinary soldiers and some key generals may not know what elves represent to La Rochelle, but Momme, as a mage, knows it all too well.

Elves are an extremely important part of La Rochelle in all aspects of military, business, and social politics, and they are definitely not an existence that ordinary people can provoke.

Of course, this boy may be a half-elf, and his identity is very different from that of an elf, but who knows what his identity is?He doesn't have the ability to distinguish blood veins with the naked eye.

The two have their own concerns, but others can't see it.Soon the swordsmen sorted out the loot and moved it into the camp. Someone came to Cyril respectfully, bowed and said:
"My lord, these are the trophies sorted out from those damn undead. I picked two that look pretty good, please take a look-"

Cyril then exited the panel.

He sorted it out and found out belatedly that it was not the first time experience loss had happened. The first time was in Tap Town. The three walking corpses should have provided him with 12 points of experience, but he only received [-] points of experience. At eight o'clock, like this time, one-third was deducted.

He was sure that he hadn't misremembered the corresponding experience points of the monsters, so it could only be attributed to the difference between reality and the game, maybe the real world was just so stingy.

But the good news is that experience isn't all there is to pay.Cyril looked sideways at the weapon held by the shield warrior Toss. One was a standard half-handed sword commonly used by the undead, but the blade should be more slender, and the position of the guard should be more refined. It should be this one. The sword of the captain of the undead advance party.

As for the other piece of equipment, Cyril couldn't help but let out a "huh".

It seemed to be a shield - he saw a skeleton carrying it during the battle, but he drew his sword too fast, and the shield fell apart before the opponent even raised it.

Cyril took the dark round piece from Toss's hand, and when it fell into his hand, it sank slightly, with some weight.He carried this thing to the torch, and by the light, he stretched out his hand to clean up the dirt attached to the surface, when the staff worth one hundred gentries suddenly came into his sight.

"Mr. Wei, if you don't mind, I can clean this shield for you."

Cyril turned his head to look at the female mage standing beside him, holding a valuable staff.She was a little taller than herself. At this time, the head cover of the mage's robe was raised, and her slightly curly brown hair hung down to her chest. Since the mage's robe was too wide, she couldn't see the scale.

—seems like her name is Mia Christian?He silently read each other's name.Before that, he was too concerned about his own battle results, and he didn't even remember the names of the two mages.

Wait, Christian?

This surname made Cyril couldn't help showing a strange look.It corresponds to a glorious honor, even the library of the royal capital of La Rochelle is named after it.

But the Christian family has long since broken the inheritance, and even in the game, this surname can only be seen in books.

If the ones encountered here are really descendants of this surname, then Cyril is really a sure seal in this life—whether he encounters positive characters or hostile forces, at least he encounters amazing characters.

One scrape one SSR.

But at this time, Cyril was more concerned about the shield in his hand.He nodded, stretched his arms and handed the shield to Mia.

And the girl nodded slightly, and then the dazzling gem was almost attached to the shield, and then softly sang something——

Drops of water slowly surfaced on the dark metal, and finally gathered into a small puddle, flowing back and forth on the shield.

This slow speed made Cyril frowned, and he glanced at Mia calmly, only to find that the girl was concentrating on it, obviously doing this very seriously.

It's just that the efficiency is too low——

Her mana was too disordered, and the disordered Cyril, as a wanderer and trainee knight with very weak sense of elements, felt something was wrong.

The mess was like a mess of tangled wool, with a few knots deliberately tied in the middle, and it was almost impossible to comb it neatly.

Bad mage talent.

He came to the conclusion almost immediately that such a person obviously couldn't be a descendant of that great mage family, but just happened to have the same surname.

But the other party's efforts cannot be ignored.He wiped it with the water generated by Mia, and finally managed to see the pattern on the shield——

The clawed bird, which has been worn out for the most part, is vaguely recognizable, with huge wings, and a pair of swords staggered in front of it.

It was a griffin—

"Shield of the Crusader Knight."

He whispered the name of the shield, and a line of text also emerged:

[Worn Crusader Knight's Shield]: The Crusader Knight's shield with outstanding defensive power, the perfect combination of detailed runes and wild forging.

It has faced the poison of the double-headed dragon, and it has also resisted the huge arrow that broke the city. Its glory is engraved on the spread wings.

Holding the shield in both hands, Cyril thanked Mia and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

This time I really picked up a treasure—who would have thought that one of the skeleton advance team would actually carry such an excellent small buckler.

As for its excellence, in the game, this shield has a characteristic:
Percent unloading force.

The attacks received will inevitably be exempted from 15.00% to [-] damage by the heavy runes engraved on the shield. For a team of knights, having such a shield means that the team's security has been improved by a large level, even It is a stable security that cannot be exchanged for a quality upgrade of other parts of the equipment.

Even in the era of the game that Cyril was in, many players would choose to pile up the defense power of other parts, and choose this shield whose defense value is outdated.

"This shield belongs to me, and you keep the rest."

He turned around and said to the shield warrior Toss, and then joyfully held the shield in his hand, and when he imitated the movement of blocking in front of him, Cyril suddenly froze.

I'm like, it's a wanderer?

What use is this shield for me?
How can a rogue carry a shield to backstab someone!
Joy immediately turned into bitter haha, the heavy weight of the shield made Cyril want to throw it aside, but he was reluctant.

"Mr. Knight." Mom Morris asked boldly from the side: "We are planning to return to the Tower of the North Wind now. I wonder if you are traveling with us or..."

"I'll go with you." Cyril's face was calm, but his tone couldn't help becoming listless, and he waved his hand boredly.

The speed of dismantling the camp was not very fast, because the soldiers had to assign people to decompose the body of the ice-skinned blue-striped bear.

Holding the shield and long sword, Cyril watched the giant bear being slowly disassembled, and yawned boredly.

Suddenly he realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.

Where is Caroline?

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