Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 251 Don't Interrupt
"Mr. Wei... No, maybe from now on, I should call you Lord Lord?"

Miss Mage was wearing a light yellow nightgown, sitting on a boulder by the pond.She supported the stone surface with both hands, and kicked the calf exposed under the nightgown on the water surface of the pond. Occasionally, two or three splashes would be spotted on the tip of her toes, causing circles of ripples, breaking the silence of sleep.

She turned her head slightly and looked at the half-elf boy standing beside her.Cyril's gaze could not help but fall on the collarbone that the girl's nightgown could not cover, and a silver chain lay on her fair skin...

That seems to be the chain that I gave her... the tear of the killer whale?

In a trance, Cyril suddenly realized that his eyes were involuntarily following the silver chain downwards, looking for the mysterious depth of the girl, and quickly looked away, looking at Mia's face, and coughed twice:
"Well... now you can indeed call me the lord."

Mia didn't seem to see the embarrassment he was trying to cover up, but just asked along the words: "Where is the fief? Where is the title? Has His Highness told you?"

"Miss Treville will deliver the documents tomorrow, and I will know by then. But I guess it should be..." Cyril said, squatting down, and using his fingers to simply touch the grass next to Mia's goose-yellow nightgown. He carefully drew the topographic map of the Amasir area, and then clicked a few times on its northeast corner:
"Here, Suomi, Yevwind or... Siliki."

Mia looked at the simple topographical map he drew, frowned naturally, and complained softly: "It's so biased."

"It will take at least one and a half months' journey from Solconan if the carriage is at full speed." Cyril nodded, "It's really far."

"The vast mountains and forests, the clear sky may be covered by the tall treetops at any time, the goshawks are circling among the clouds, maybe you can see the silver Pegasus flying on the treetops..." Mia turned to look at Cyril , those magnificent blue eyes that were as beautiful as the drops of water she could condense were shining, as if the picture she whispered had already appeared in front of her, "Mr. Wei is going to this place... ..."

She looked at Cyril's side face, without any focus on her eyes, and murmured:

"I want to go to places like that too..."

"Huh?" Cyril pulled his thoughts back from the topographic map, and seemed to hear what Mia was saying in a trance. When he turned his head, he saw the girl shaking her head hurriedly: "No, no, I mean, about The use of atmospheric spells on the rapid assault device...Recently, Instructor Lydia is thinking about related topics in this regard."

"Ah, yes." Cyril replied casually, "If it can be successfully developed, then this is indeed a remarkable technology, which can be applied to the rapid entry of soldiers..."

As he was talking, he suddenly remembered something, and changed his words: "Well... Mia, maybe you can consider using the atmospheric spell as a pure power drive, and use the launch hook lock to complete the rapid dash-of course, I just give An idea, if it can be realized, can be considered in this direction.”

As he spoke, he couldn't help touching the back of his neck.Cyril's eyes fell on Mia's face again, and he suddenly noticed that the girl's brown hair formed a slight curl on the side of her ears, like small ears extending out, rising and falling with Mia's breathing Trembling and trembling.

But Mia didn't notice Cyril's observation of herself, she was fascinated by what Cyril said, and muttered some terms that Cyril didn't understand.

It seemed that she was really studying diligently with Lydia Shelley.

Cyril couldn't help but sighed softly, and couldn't help but envy her in her heart—freedom of wealth, no need to worry about food and clothing for survival, and freedom to learn what she wanted to learn without being bound by other things.Even if you suddenly don't want to study anymore, you can lie down on a big bed in a certain house and sleep comfortably, which is completely the state that social animals in previous lives envied most.

But it is such an enviable girl who is studying hard in order to "assist" herself at this time, not just for her interest...

While he was feeling emotional, he suddenly heard a soft "ah" from the girl beside him, and then the eyes in those beautiful blue eyes refocused on his face, and then, Miss Mage said very seriously:
"Mr. Wei, it's all your fault for interrupting me, which made me forget what I was going to say!"

She became serious, staring at Cyril's face, frowning, as if a little dissatisfied.Then she suddenly stretched out her hand, put it on Cyril's shoulder, and pushed him down on the grass, then nodded in satisfaction:
"Mr. Wei, next..."

"Stop calling 'lord'?" Cyril said this out of nowhere, but saw the girl bit her lip, then stretched out her hand and twisted his waist forcefully, and said seriously: "Don't interrupt!"

"Okay, okay, don't interrupt."

Cyril raised his hands in surrender.

And the girl was finally able to start her speech.She bent her legs and touched the landlord's knees, and said softly: "Actually, there are some things that should have been said last time."

"I know that Mr. Wei is a very mysterious and powerful person. Your power is far beyond our imagination, and you seem to be omnipotent. Mr. Evans has a good saying. Sometimes, you really mistake Mr. Wei, yes Danya's agent, the embodiment of his will descending into the world."

"But I think that because of your omniscience and omnipotence, everything about you appears to be well-organized and full of planning."

"But have you ever thought about what all your busyness is for?"

She fixedly looked at Cyril, her eyes did not contain any impurities, like gentle water, but every slap was heavy and powerful.

Cyril opened his mouth, he subconsciously wanted to answer, the answer was very clear to him, but when the words came to his mouth, he was a little bit speechless.

He was stunned for a long while before stammering: "I just want to have the power to protect myself when the chaos comes."

"Ah, yes." Mia was noncommittal, "If Mr. Wei is a machine, then this machine has been running at full speed since it was in the Tower of the North Wind - the machine also needs maintenance and needs to run according to the rhythm , Keep going forward with overload, it will only wear out in vain. And Mr. Wei, if you keep pushing yourself forward like this, you will also fall into confusion."

She let go of her legs, supported the stone surface, and slid down a little, so that her lowered toes could easily touch the water.She stared at the water surface of the pond that was rippling and rippling because she broke the peace, but her voice became softer and softer:
"I don't know if what I'm talking about is nonsense. Mr. Wei is like a ferry that has to sail far away. I can't get on this boat now, but when Mr. Wei is tired from drifting, I hope that I can be on the boat at that time." ..."

Her voice was completely inaudible, and just as Cyril was about to ask, the girl suddenly stood up holding the stone slab, flicked the water splash on her bare feet, and then made a grimace at him:
"I don't call the lord, of course, because it sounds better to call Mr. Wei!"

After she finished speaking, she stepped on the soft grass barefoot and galloped away like a frightened rabbit.

Only Cyril was left alone, sitting on the lawn, looking at the bright galaxy above his head.

Confused...?

(End of this chapter)