Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 20 Flick, Then Flick
Roderick was convinced that this young man was the one he was looking for.

He originally wanted to ask the teacher at the Tower of the North Wind Mage Academy if he had ever seen such a person, but he didn't expect to be so lucky that he saw his target walking into the church early in the morning.

The main reason is that the knight's appearance is too conspicuous, and those sharp ears are rare in the northern border of La Rochelle.On the contrary, his gray-brown somewhat messy short and medium hair was beyond his expectation.

It was a common hair color for half-elves, and it was fine if others couldn't recognize it, but it was a bit strange that the dwarf Klan couldn't recognize it either.

However, when he thought that Klan was talking about forests and unicorns, but he was actually from a dwarf tribe in the snow-capped mountains, and he had never seen elves before, so it was reasonable to admit his mistake.

The church was so quiet that the two sitting close enough could even hear each other's breathing clearly.

Roderick stared quietly at the young half-elf knight, who seemed to know his name, but did not show any restraint——

Of course, he didn't think his status as a royal mage was so great, but it seemed that according to the other party, he had an even more great status.

The wizard, the master of the Star Tower.

Every mage is a scholar. They have a fanatical yearning for knowledge and are always curious about the unknown.The words that popped out of the young knight's mouth attracted his attention almost immediately, but he finally controlled his thirst for knowledge, put on a stern look, and questioned the other party's identity.

Cyril couldn't help being taken aback, he didn't expect that the other party came for his identity.He quickly decided that withholding information from an infallible future wizard was not a wise move.

What's more, he entered the Tower of the North Wind with a high profile and expected to attract the attention of big shots, so who is more suitable for his plan than a person like Roderick who can directly contact the king's capital?
"Yes, Mr. Roderick, as you can see, I am a knight of the Silver Blade Knights."

After standing up, Cyril bowed slightly to Roderick, performed a knight salute, and continued:
"Mr. Roderick, I ask for your assistance."

However, Cyril was keenly aware that when he "admitted" his identity, Roderick's eyes became extremely sharp in an instant, like a bone-eating knife scraping around him, Then he regained his composure, and muttered:
"Oh? Young man... Forget it, let me hear what you want me to do first."

Cyril secretly screamed that something was wrong, not because of a "danger" or "death" that jumped out of his head - after all, there is no such mechanism in the road of glory, but simply relying on the crisis he has cultivated in the game for many years Feeling, I must have said something wrong just now.

But he has no time to correct it at the moment, so he can only bite the bullet and continue:

"I hope you can immediately contact Lovisa, Alderney, and the frontline stations to put them into combat readiness, including the Tower of the North Wind—"

"Let's not talk about Lovisa and Alderney, even if it's just a border station, do you know how much resources they will consume in a day when they are in combat readiness?" Roderick quickly interrupted Cyril, "Young man , this is no child's play."

But Cyril didn't feel the slightest bit of frustration, and stared firmly at Roderick: "If you think it's a child's play for the undead to cross the Maitland Mountains and wantonly slaughter the people of the kingdom on the territory of La Rochelle, I Nothing to say."

"The undead crossed the Maitland Mountains?" Roderick showed a surprised expression, "The Maitland Mountains are covered with snow all the year round, and it is not easy for those skeletons to cross the mountains. It will be soon—and I remember that there is an agreement between La Rochelle and the Empire of the Undead, and they should not be the first to tear up the treaty..."

"If you are talking about the kingdom of shadows established by the Lord of the Undead Lord Hartle, this country has existed in name only decades ago." Cyril shook his head and said: "Sir, those are not important, I don't think so What could be more convincing than-"

As he spoke, he suddenly turned his hand, and the broken sword of the Silver Blade Knights fell into his palm, and then neatly drew a tear on the clothes in his abdomen, revealing a particularly obvious pale mark.

"I crawled out of the dead—if you've ever seen the swords of those skulls, or been stabbed by them, you'll know that's their mark."

Roderick's blue eyes shrank in an instant. The scar was long and wide, and it was indeed a common shape of undead swords.

"This mark, you should be dead." He stared at Bai Hen for a while, then looked at the young man's face again.

At this time, in his eyes, the elf's usual handsome face was a bit more vicissitudes, which shouldn't appear on such a young man's face.

Cyril sighed, retracted the broken sword, pulled his clothes, and covered the scar again: "You know, I am... a half-elf."

"Yes. Your features are very obvious, just like many half-elves I have seen - but you are more loyal and righteous than them." Roderick replied.

"So I have a small jar of 'Huiyue dew'. It is a relic left to me by my mother." Cyril lowered his head.

"Although this sword pierced into my abdomen, it avoided the vital organs, and gave me the opportunity to drink the bottle of Huiyue dew, saving my life. But for others, I can't do anything - I watched They struggled beside me, they rushed to bite after their arms were cut off, and then their heads were beheaded by the skeletons... They are all dead, but I live alone, I am a coward..."

His voice became softer as he spoke, and Roderick stood up silently, put a hand on Cyril's shoulder, and let him sit down slowly, and then the future wizard said seriously and seriously:

"Young knight, you are not a coward, you are a valiant warrior, and I fully understand your pain."

"Are you willing to believe my words?" Cyril raised his head. Although his expression was calm, the sadness in his eyes was hard to suppress.

"I believe it, and I will pass the news to the capital immediately, and soon there will be an order from the capital." Roderick said solemnly, "Of course I will also check. The leader of your Silver Blade Knights is mine." Friend, I will mention your name to her - gallant knight, please tell me your name."

"Mr. Roderick, thank you very much, my name is..." Cyril said from the bottom of his heart, and suddenly realized what Roderick had just said:
Something is wrong, how did this wizard know the leader of the Silver Blade Knights?
He hurriedly reviewed what he said just now. An excellent lie must not be all a lie. The words were mixed with truth and falsehood. Of course the thing about the invasion of the undead is true, but——

Everything about his identity is false!

He, Cyril Adrian, was only an apprentice knight squire in the Year of the Dragon in 1440, and he couldn't be hooked up with a real knight at all.

In the eyes of others, relying on the identity of an elf knight can conceal his strength that does not match his age-after all, elves' longevity and youthful appearance are well known, and he can also use the forged identity of Ivor Wei with confidence.

But Nicole Roderick couldn't pass the test vaguely. It is true that the leader of the Knights will definitely not know such a small person as him, but the list of members of the Knights is not a decoration.

Whether it is a knight, an apprentice knight, or an official and apprentice knight attendant, all are recorded on it. Once the information is verified, his lies will be exposed immediately——

Although they are all identity-related matters, they are insignificant in nature and not considered faults.But the lies themselves are linked together, and if one link is discovered, there will be bigger loopholes and even bigger troubles.

But Nicole Roderick's blue eyes that seemed to contain everything stared at him sincerely, he stammered and hesitated for a long time, and tried to struggle:
"Sir, I think I just made some small contributions, which are not enough for you to mention to the leader..."

However, Roderick just looked at him with a half-smile and blinked: "I think Jane will be proud of having such an outstanding knight under her command."

Cyril sighed in his heart, and sure enough, his previous rhetoric still went wrong, so that the future wizard wanted to play tricks on himself.

With his eyes closed and his heart crossed, he finally made a decision and said:

"Sir, my name is..."

Then he turned up his palm, and quickly wrote a line of distorted and unrecognizable elf characters with his name on the palm of his fingertips:

Cyril Adrian.

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