Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 572 Nora's Will

footsteps?
The sound of footsteps was too quick, like the moment when someone who had endured half an hour to defecate and finally found the toilet rushed to the toilet, full of explosive force and a sense of urgency.

The speed was so fast that Cyril didn't even have time to throw Roxana out. In desperation, he jumped upside down and hung upside down on the lower beam in the corridor above his head. overhead.

It was a young black-haired man who rushed upstairs. Fortunately, his insight was not strong, so he rushed straight into the office without noticing the two people above his head.

"Father!" A young and anxious voice sounded, and Cyril gestured to Roxanna. The little girl put her hands on Cyril's shoulders, leaned close to Cyril's ear and said, "It's Linton Romanus, Clark's son……"

"The one who wants to run for the city lord?" Cyril nodded, and the voice in the room was still coming out:
"What did you say, Cecilia Romanus? She's back? How is that possible?"

"It's true, I swear, I saw a luxurious carriage, guarded by dozens of knights, I guess she got close to a certain earl by virtue of her beauty..."

"Count? With Cecilia's appearance, can he climb into the count's bed?"

Hearing this, Cyril felt that Roxana, who was being held by him, thumped. Looking down, the little girl was grinning like a frenzied puppy.

"Don't make trouble, your sister is beautiful." Cyril quickly smoothed the little girl's hair, recalling in his mind when Clark saw Cecilia...

It was probably the place where the speech meeting was held in the city. When he was not paying attention, Linton saw Cecilia by the window.

"What's the use of her coming back? What about the earl? They are all from the North Alliance... There is no time to say anything else. Solconan has a special inspector who inspects the south and asks to review the port. Every ship probably got wind of something, so hurry up and arrange this matter..."

The two explained something about how to deal with Cyril's review, and then Linton hurried away again.A moment later, Clark also left the office, disappearing from the sight of Cyril and Roxanne.

Only now did Cyril land on the ground smoothly, and put Roxana on the ground, but seeing the little girl's face flushed, she was obviously very excited.

"My lord, you scared me to death just now, but they all passed under us without seeing us. This is really cool!"

"Continue to lead the way."

They successfully avoided the servant's sight and came all the way to the opening of the basement.As Cyril had investigated before, the basement of the main house seemed to be just a wine cellar without much space.

But when he quietly concentrated the listening to the wind technique in the basement, there was a whistling sound of wind in response, obviously, as Clark said, there is a hidden space in the basement.

It's just that, as Clark said, this hidden space is obviously heavily guarded, and it's almost impossible to directly enter it.

The space in the basement was too small, and Cyril easily found the wall protected by the magic circle.He stretched out his hand to cover it, injecting a trace of magic power, but this trace of magic power was immediately swallowed into the magic circle on the wall like a stone sinking into the sea.

"Huh?" He was puzzled and increased the input of some magic power, but the magic power also disappeared in an instant——

What kind of magic circle is this?

There are not many types of magic circles used for encryption and hiding, or the hiding ability is insufficient, and they have strong counterattacks-this kind of magic circles usually have many small magic formulas attached to them, and it takes a lot of hard work to crack them. A round of magic attacks will do.

The other type is specialized in hiding, which is similar to reorganizing the surrounding element structure and then camouflaging, which is not very aggressive.

But like the wall in front of you, those who neither fight back against the temptation of magic power nor expose the magic circle and its hidden space are indeed not part of the conventional spell sequence.

"Self-created magic circle?" Cyril continued to feel this magic circle. It is not a single structure. It emphasizes "swallowing". No matter how much magic power is input, it will be swallowed into the magic circle by it, and then transformed into Part of the magic circle itself.

It was a type he had never seen before.

Cyril didn't have the means to crack the magic circle for a while, and the movement of violent dismantling was too great, so he was not in a hurry to go in and see what was hidden in the basement of the Romanus house.

After thinking about it, it was nothing more than a secret prison originally used to hold serious criminals. It is impossible that there is a big boss hidden in it, secretly preparing a plan to avenge his friend.

"Come on, Roxana."

He took Roxana quietly out of the basement and left Romanus' manor.

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The temporary residence arranged by Lord Rutland was not particularly comfortable, but Cyril was not picky about this environment, and the people traveling with him were not spoiled and spoiled, and they must require luxurious bedrooms to sleep.

During this journey, Cyril could see that the entourage that His Royal Highness Anastasia Herman arranged for him had undergone rigorous training—although there was a certain amount of admiration for himself and obedience to his words. However, it is not something that ordinary noble children who study at the Knight Academy can do.

When Cyril returned to the residence, under the coordination of Miss Mia, the knights had cleared the space for storing goods at the port, and specially sent people to follow them to prevent ships from speeding up tonight from the port of Rutland. slip.

He sent Roxana back to the room of his sisters, and then returned to his own bedroom. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Miss Elf sitting by the bed, staring at the fireplace in a daze.

"Miss Misha?" Cyril said, "Aren't you going to rest?"

Miss Elf just woke up and turned around to look at Cyril with a confused look on her face: "Clan, I had a very long dream."

"Dream?"

Cyril took off his coat, wet a towel in the sink, wiped his face, and asked vaguely: "If you are troubled, you can tell me."

"I feel like I see him—"

Language switched to Elvish.

Cyril stopped what he was doing.

He knew that the "he" that Misha would say referred to only one great existence.

Nora.

"Did He convey any will to you again?" He sat down on the sofa and asked calmly.

"He seems to be in pain. He is bound tightly and cannot shake off. He seems to be crying, trying to reach out to guide the direction..."

Misha's tone gradually became distorted, and Cyril turned his head suddenly, but saw her unusually peaceful face, narrating with an expression that didn't match her voice at all, and what she said gradually became bizarre——

"He looked into the distance, I looked into the distance, I saw the vortex in the center of the deep blue sea, I saw the gray haze, I saw the turbid blood, I saw nothingness spreading..."

"Be vigilant, be vigilant, when you face something far beyond your imagination, everything will collapse in an instant—"

Cyril looked at the face that he was already extremely familiar with, but at this moment it seemed to be covered with a layer of silver light.Those pair of eyes are the source of this silver light, from which the silver light quietly spread out, wrapped Misha's whole body, and then spread to the whole room, covering every corner.

Of course, it also includes Cyril who is in the room.

This is a kind of light that seems to be flowing in a liquid state. When he raised his hand, he could feel the inexplicable stickiness on it, even if his fingertips couldn't grasp the broken shadows of the light.

The muscles were moaning comfortably, and the skin greedily devoured the natural power contained in the light. Cyril even felt that his wind element pool was expanding silently. In just a few minutes, almost Expanded by nearly a tenth—

Although Misha was still sitting there, Cyril knew that this was definitely not Misha.

This is "He".

He stood up, with a serious expression, but he couldn't help pressing his hand on the hilt of the long sword that had not been removed.

"Nora," he said softly, "is your will upon her?"

"Misha" closed her eyes and stopped the release of the silver light. When she opened her eyes after a while, the silver light that filled the room had been restrained into her body.

"Yes." Then he spoke, and his voice became ethereal and distant, but every word struck the depths of his soul, causing Cyril's chest to thump.

"We need a meeting." He stood up, and the fire in the fireplace shone on him, casting a huge black shadow.

"The root of the world has given me bad feedback. This era, which has only existed for less than 500 years, may be about to face a catastrophe. I can't see more, and I can't see clearly what is The prologue to this disaster is the climax."

"You have to remember that there are hazes hidden in the direction you are going. They may be everywhere and pervasive. They may appear in any form, between the tides, between the sails, in any place you can think of and unexpected. ..."

His voice was like singing, and every word turned into rumbling spring thunder. Cyril seemed to hear a sudden rain outside the window, and he could even feel that a large piece of greenery was trying to fall from the land outside the residence. broke ground.

This is the power of "Nora", even if it is only a ray of will, it is enough to make the world change suddenly.

And he sang, walking slowly in front of Cyril, with one hand gently resting on Cyril's forehead, his cold fingertips touching it, and his voice became extremely gentle:
"And you, it's not enough...huh?"

Her voice stopped abruptly.

Then this face that belonged to Misha showed an unbelievable expression. He then took two steps back, touched his chin with one hand, and touched his side cheek with the other, and said to himself inexplicably:
"Your breath...why, why is there this extra power? Where did you get it from? Impossible, absolutely impossible, this is controlled by him, and he is the first to leave... "

But his expression softened afterward, and he whispered softly: "But it's okay, at least this is what I can't give you, yes, I can't give you any other power..."

He walked back to Cyril again, then tiptoed without warning, opened his arms, and gently embraced Cyril into his arms.

Cyril's body stiffened all of a sudden, he turned his cheeks to avoid the awkward posture, and asked vaguely: "Master Nora, may I ask if there is anything abnormal about my body?"

"No, you're fine, you're very fine, you're moving faster than I thought, and you've got more power than I thought possible."

His hand caressed the hair on the back of Cyril's head, and his voice, as delicate as spring rain, kept piercing into Cyril's ears:

"Remember, believe in yourself, believe in the people you believe in, believe in your potential, believe in your courage... This is the only experience I can give you during the turn of the era."

"When you feel hopeless, call me, call Danya, call any god you think should exist, and we will give you a certain amount of feedback..."

His voice became more and more hazy, and finally amidst the ambiguous and unrecognizable narration, the silver light went out.

It was raining outside the window, the thunder sounded intermittently, and the lightning flashes continuously tore through the darkness, sending pale light into the room.

He vaguely discerned that the hasty knock on the door sounded in the cracks of thunder, and finally the person at the door seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and slammed the door open forcefully——

The mage, who was still wrapped in a bathrobe, stumbled and fell into the door, and sat down on the soft carpet. She was about to get up, but when she raised her head, her snow-white legs could only bend and stretch weakly:
The blond elf lady stood on tiptoe, holding the handsome young half-elf in her arms, lowered her head, and put her lips on the latter's forehead.

The pale electric light just happened to illuminate this scene clearly, and Miss Mage had a panoramic view.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

Cyril turned his head and saw Mia who was full of embarrassment. Her half-open mouth could no longer utter a complete sentence, and her legs and feet seemed to have lost strength.She wanted to crawl backwards, but her torso would only shake feebly...

"This, I, no, Mia, you..." The soft touch in front of him clearly returned to Cyril's body at this moment. He wanted to break away from Miss Elf's embrace, but Misha who had been possessed by Nora At this moment, the consciousness seems to have not returned, just like an empty shell, with the trembling of Cyril's arm, he immediately fell sideways.

And Cyril couldn't stand up in such a situation, and was led to the side by Misha——

"boom!"

At the last moment, he barely managed to pad under Misha's side to prevent Misha from falling when she was unconscious.But in this way, his face was facing the speechless Ms. Mage, but his body was suppressed by Misha, and he couldn't move even more...

It seems... more embarrassing?
"Well, Mia, I said, everything you saw was not what you thought... Do you believe it?"

And Miss Mage looked at the embarrassed half-elf boy, and suddenly the embarrassment disappeared, and then she laughed.

She slowly crossed her legs, and simply lay on her side on the soft carpet. The bathrobe was loose and she did not pull it, revealing her fair skin.

"Mr. Wei, I don't really believe it." Her arm was leaning against Cyril's cheek, and she could be hit by his snort.

"However, I can listen to your sophistry."

(End of this chapter)