Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 363 Mrs. Pegg's Visit
The moment Cyril's voice sounded, the battle doll that knocked the person to the ground and was about to fall with her fists raised immediately stopped her movements, and froze in place like a sculpture.

At this moment, the heavy panting of the pushed person sounded like a beating bellows.He took a big mouthful of deep breaths—even Leonardo and Shell felt that Shell's actions just now were frighteningly fast, and it is needless to say how frightened he was when he faced the blow.

And the feedback of pain reached his mind at this moment, although the fist did not fall, but it was nothing more than preventing his head from bursting like a ripe watermelon.The knee pressed against his waist and abdomen through the long skirt almost made his stomach shift, and the other hand pressed against his chest, making him feel like his heart was about to be dug out.

He could only be thankful that Cyril's eyes were sharp enough, and he stopped in time——

However, Cyril himself didn't notice that the battle doll had this level of combat ability again at some point - he was so busy these days that he didn't even notice that the latter had been repaired and could be put into battle.

"Bolton Hawthorne." Cyril strode forward and heard the sound of leather shoes heels trotting outside the courtyard door. He bowed slightly, and when the sound turned to the courtyard door Before saluting first:
"Also, Mrs. Peg Vader... Ah, it seems that Mrs. is willing to show her true colors this time?"

He straightened up and looked at the angry woman who appeared in front of him, and he couldn't help being taken aback.Although he knew that Mrs. Peg was wearing a mask back then, the old lady in front of her was very different from the old lady in Dietero Town who was about the same height as Elena——

She was about the same height as Natasha, and she had energetic, flying eyebrows and fiery red lips on a beautiful face that could not be seen old.She rolled up her long hair, and she was wearing the kind of dress that only the noble wives of Solkonan would wear to a banquet. It seemed like ripe peaches and red roses in full bloom, and the enthusiasm made people dare not look straight at.

Generally, one has only heard of a mask covering one's face, but one like this has completely changed her body shape... I am afraid that Mrs. Peg herself is also a powerful mage?

Cyril was guessing in his heart, but Mrs. Peg said angrily: "Lord Adrian, let me go soon."

"Let it go, of course you can let it go, but I still hope that Madam can come in directly from the main entrance to visit next time, instead of being treated as an intruder by my maid—" Cyril finished slowly, observing the angry look on Madam Peg's face Gradually stiffening, it turned into an embarrassing expression, and then signaled Natasha to let go of her hand, allowing the old guard who seemed to be beaten up everywhere to breathe, and began to vomit bitterness while clutching his stomach.

"Then what is the purpose of Madam's coming this time?" Cyril turned sideways, motioning for Natasha to welcome her in.And Natasha, who was so terrifying just now, turned into a perfect maid in an instant, bowed slightly, and led Mrs. Peg to the table.

"Has Madam made up her mind to cooperate with Siliki?" Cyril said slowly after signaling the other three people not to leave, and sat down at the table, "Or does Madam have other news to tell me?"

Mrs. Peg hesitated for a moment, looked at the gesture of the maid who bowed slightly and clenched one hand into a fist, and sat down at the table, and then replied: "I want to think about the cooperation again. There is other news, but I think this news is enough to be worth in exchange for some..."

As she said, she lightly pinched her hands on the table, and smiled on her face: "I can guarantee that you will need this news, and it will save your Siliki's life."

Natasha on the side has already prepared a teacup for her, pouring black tea into the cup.She picked up the teacup, thinking that when she put it down, she would see the pleading look of the young man in front of her.

But what answered her was the smile of the boy who made her rude that night——

"This one, is one of the candidate heirs of the Vader family. Bastin Vader, should be her—parents? I think so."

Cyril's voice fell, and Mrs. Peg saw a meaningful smile on the face of the red-haired woman in front of her, and the young thin man who looked quite polite also shook his head and smiled strangely. As for the remaining one A strange man in armor—from under his helmet, bursts of muffled laughter came.

"Earl Adrian, I hope your retainers can talk about some basic etiquette." Mrs. Peg frowned deeply, but the boy in front of her turned to the maid and said, "Natasha, call Beowulf." Come."

Beowulf?Mrs. Peg was startled, but saw the maid with fluttering skirt blowing past like a gust of wind. Not long after, she returned to the gate of the courtyard with heavy footsteps.

She looked back, and saw the tall and strong body of the barbarian in the Northland, and the face she had indeed seen before——

Her pupils shrank suddenly, and she cried out, "Impossible, I just..."

"I think the pigeon you used for correspondence may have also lost its way because of the Black Forest. It doesn't fly as fast as the people from the Northland. At least the news about it is a full week late—"

Cyril spoke slowly, and Beowulf saw Peg Vader at the same time.

Unexpectedly, Beowulf did not show any hatred for Peg on his face, but showed a little gratitude on his big face, but at the same time he said in surprise: "Mrs. Peg, why are you here? I I heard that you disappeared in the Black Forest..."

"It seems that you know each other." Cyril reckoned that there might be an old story between the two, but he didn't intend to give them a chance to reminisce, so he picked up the topic again:
"I think what Madam wants to say is that the Vader family sent people to attack Suomi, Yevwind or Siliki? It's a pity that the Northlanders sent by Bastin Vader are attacking Suomi. Lost in battle, now they are my prisoners of war."

Cyril smiled, thinking to himself, if Peg's news could come a week earlier, maybe he really wanted to make a deal with her——

It's a pity that the Elgin Forest is half of his territory now-at least the elves won't hide from him when foreign enemies invade.

But he suddenly realized that Mrs. Peg didn't have the slightest look of failure in her plan. While muttering softly, she began to repeat "Bastin, Bastin" in her mouth, and panic gradually appeared on her face. color.

She suddenly slapped the table and stood up, shouting without style:
"Don't be complacent here, you stupid little earl! That's Bastin! Bastin's own order, if Beowulf fails to give back to the Vaders, half a year—no, three months, He will let you know what is the background of the ancient family! If I were you, I would leave now! Run as far as possible!"

(End of this chapter)