Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 619 Misunderstandings
To Mia and Misha, Cyril didn't have any hidden moves.

After learning some secrets of the gods from Misha, Cyril told the two of them everything he knew and guessed.

After hearing the specific case, Misha closed her mouth in a timely manner, but Mia showed a strange expression instead.

"All in all, the lack of manpower is the number one concern of Lord Earl, that's why Lord Black asked Solkonan for help, right?"

"Is such that."

"Bah!"

Miss Mage flicked Cyril's forehead lightly with her tender fingers. It didn't take much effort, but the sound was surprisingly loud.

"Mr. Wei, it seems that you need enough sleep to replenish your sobriety." Miss Mage pretended to be puffy, and said seriously: "Why didn't you consider our allies in your plan at all? "

"After all, Alexios is from Xinaowei Hong Kong..."

"No matter how much you believe in gods, you have to live to believe in it!" Miss Mage stretched out her hand and flicked Cyril's forehead again, "Besides, you said before yourself that this bishop has such great ambitions, but he If you want to do this, are the people under him willing to listen to him?"

"Look at him making the harbor smoggy. The fog lasts for a day, and the shipping in New Orway Port can't be carried out for a day. This money is about how much Gentry is losing money every minute! How can the council be happy to see this? Condition?"

"Maybe, maybe the candidates for the council seem to follow the bishop's wishes, but they are actually secretly seeking to resist!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the young man in front of her stand up excitedly, then opened her arms and hugged her tightly——

"Mr. Wei, here, Miss Misha is still watching..."

Miss Mage's face turned red all of a sudden, and her two arms that couldn't be lifted pretended to resist, but she just let the young man hold her tightly, and then let go after a while.

"Thank you, I just realized that my thinking has entered a misunderstanding."

Cyril realized his gaffe, and said softly, "Indeed, I directly put the people of Xin'aowei on the opposite side, but I didn't consider whether they would like to do so under such circumstances, and whether they still have their own little ones in the mainland." thought……"

"Then what about me." Misha's voice behind him came late, and he turned his head. Miss Elf was already standing behind him, and asked with a smile, "Did what I said help you?"

"of course."

Cyril opened his arms, and Miss Elf naturally leaned over and was gently hugged by him.

"What Misha said is definitely useful. Even if you don't need it now, you might need it in a few days, hours, or even minutes."

He let go of Miss Elf, took a deep breath, and then said calmly, "I'm going to find Alexios Auditore right now."

"The interior of Xinaowei Port cannot be monolithic."

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Alexios Auditore was standing by the window of his room at the moment, with an unlit pipe dangling from his mouth, shaking it up and down with the power of his teeth from time to time.

He doesn't like the smell of cigarettes, it's too choking for him; but he likes the action of smoking, which makes him feel that time will naturally settle down when the pipe is shaken up and down, just like the smell of burning spices, which gradually makes people feel at ease.

Alexios Auditore, the next head of the Auditore family - if his sister wants to enjoy her life more than shoulder the responsibility as she does now .

He had to admit that his sister, Cassandra Auditore, was a very capable person. He chased after her and shouted "Sister, Sister" before he grew up and only reached the chest of the other party. At the time, Cassandra, who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, had already frequently appeared in family meetings to resolve disputes within the Auditore family.

In the past ten years of turmoil within the Auditore family - these ten years have been crucial to the Auditore family, they are hesitating as a simple, similar to "Watcher" for Porto New Orvi Whether the family has fallen behind the times, should they give up their old business to grab more benefits.

At that time, there were actually a lot of voices asking for a change in the family, but Cassandra turned out to silence all the voices trying to change——

Because her legs are fast enough and the knife is fast enough.

Alexios still remembers that it was the first largest internal family meeting he participated in, a place similar to a banquet. At that time, he was already in good shape and confident in his fighting skills, looking at him in a bright red suit. The older sister in the long skirt walked off the dance floor.

Her dancing posture is too moving, and the Hidden Blade hidden in her sleeve is even more moving than her dancing posture.

Every time she raised her hands, raised her legs, and bent her waist, she was like a fire jumping on the dance floor, burning extremely vigorously, burning out all the despicableness, until there was not even ashes left.

Perhaps she is the one who is suitable to be the representative of the Auditore family and to compete for a seat in the parliament, not him, Alexios——

However, Cassandra fully proved her freedom and ease. After stabilizing the family's mission, she waved her sleeves and threw everything on his younger brother.

What will she be doing now?

He rested his chin in one hand, bit the pipe, and looked out the gray window, lost in thought.

Until a face suddenly replaced the gray one. Although that face was extremely handsome, if it were a girl's hair and makeup, it would be several grades better than her sister on the dance floor, but Alexios still He was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground, and the pipe fell off.

Then the window opened, and the owner of the face outside the window came in familiarly, and closed the window silently.

"Count Adrian!" Alexios Auditore was very angry, "We have a main entrance to go through, why did you enter the house like this?"

"Please, look at your Poseidon guards downstairs. There are three floors inside and three floors outside. There are more mites on your quilt that hasn't been exposed to the sun for a month. Even if I can sneak, I can't open the door in front of them. Bar?"

"But I'm on the third floor here! The third floor!"

"It's not the [-]th floor, what's the fuss." Cyril sneered at the height he reported.

Alexios froze for a moment, then subconsciously asked: "The 100th floor? That can't be faster than [-] meters? How can there be such a tall house?"

"There will be, there will be." Cyril perfunctory, has found the teapot that Alexios put on the table, lifted the lid and took a look, "No tea?"

"No, I don't like it." Alexios said stiffly, "Your Earl sneaked in quietly this time, did you find anything new?"

"Then I'll use my own tea." Cyril turned a deaf ear and took out the tea bag from the space bracelet. "Is only black tea okay?"

"Please help yourself."

The scent of the tea came quickly, and it seemed that the tea leaves Cyril used were also high-end.

Alexios watched the young earl place two teacups on both sides of the table, and then comfortably buried himself in the sofa, with one leg raised high, and his lazy and comfortable appearance looked exactly the same. Home is not much different.

"Can we talk about things now?" He was still a little confused about the purpose of the Lord Earl's visit.

"Of course, that's why I'm here." Cyril glanced lazily at Alexios, then snapped his fingers.

In an instant, Alexios suddenly found that the footsteps in the corridor that he could hear clearly before, and the noisy voice of the guards below from the window disappeared, and a layer of faint blue light visible to the naked eye was like a layer of egg membrane, Covers the entire room.

"Lord Count?"

He frowned slightly, and recognized that this was the sound-proof enchantment laid by Cyril.When he turned his head to look at the young man, he found that the young man had already sat up, with his hands on the coffee table, his fingers interlaced in front of his face, and he was staring at himself gloomyly.

"Alexios Auditore, my sincere ally, I have some questions for you."

"Since you are my ally, I specifically explained to you in advance that your answer to this question will determine whether you can leave this room alive."

Alexios suddenly felt that there seemed to be a sharp knife behind him, hanging behind his neck, and it might be cut off at any time.

He swallowed his saliva, not daring to look back, he could only look directly at the young man, and nodded slightly.

"You, your family's philosophy, is to serve Xinaowei Port, or to serve the Harbor Temple."

Alexios was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "Although the Auditore family are followers of Lord Urella, we exist because of the port of New Orville."

"The interests of Xinaowei Port are greater than the interests of the Harbor Temple?"

"Of course the interests of Xinaowei Port are greater than the interests of the Harbor Temple."

"If some people in the temple stand on the opposite side of the new Aowei port on the premise of endangering the new Aowei port, what is your choice?"

The boy threw the question in front of Alexios without any disguise, and Alexios looked into the other person's eyes—there was no hostility in those pale green eyes, as if he knew what he would choose.

"Lord Earl." He sighed, "Of course I choose to maintain Port New Orway."

In an instant, the sharp feeling hanging behind the neck disappeared, and the blue light circulating in the room also disappeared.The boy returned to his lazy look, leaning on the sofa, sipping the tea in his cup.

"You already know the answer your steadfast ally will give, don't you?" Alexios didn't understand, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Just to test whether you will be a potential fanatic." Cyril gave a lame reason, and Alexios' eyes were full of doubts, but Cyril pretended not to see it.

"So the Earl is here for..."

"Let me tell you first that not all of what I say is for testing, it's true."

Alexios frowned.

"You mean, Harbor Sanctuary?"

"Be more precise."

"Could it be Marcus Scotto? But isn't he disguised as Alvin Saxon?"

But the boy immediately shook his head and pointed his finger upwards.

"Higher, do you mean... the Bishop? His Majesty Stanley Clemens?"

This time the boy nodded slightly, then lowered his voice and said, "This is a big game."

"All I know now is that people are using each other and deceiving each other here. I have very few people at my disposal. I need you people who have small tricks in the dark..."

"Lord Earl, I don't even know what this situation is." Alexios raised his hand and gestured.

"Of course I'm not talking about you." Cyril looked straight at him, "Your mind is as clean as the pockets of a poor baron whose wife takes care of all his property and doesn't even have a cent of his own money."

"Thank you, but this doesn't seem like a good metaphor for boasting." Alexios shook his head, "Then you are talking about..."

Cyril ordered a few drops of tea from the cup and spilled it on the table, the number exactly corresponding to the number of parliamentary candidates.

"You are not on the list. This person should be in the previous parliamentary seat. He has real power and desires more rights. For this reason, he needs to expand his power. So who is this person?"

"Sandy Marion."

In response to his voice, Alexios gave his answer.

He seemed to be in a daze, but he shook his head again and again: "But Sandy Marion... Ivan Saxon is his pawn, and when it comes to his own future, he and His Majesty the Bishop should stand together, so why not? "

"Alvin Saxon is his chess piece, which just proves that he knows about this huge 'game', so he has the possibility to deceive the bishop." Cyril replied, "You can't even touch it like you At that level, does your deception have any meaning? You don’t even have anyone to deceive.”

"I hope the Earl will stop using me as an example." Alexios complained coldly, "I can understand, but is it possible that His Majesty the Bishop is not aware of this?"

"Who knows? Maybe he knows that the people under him have their own thoughts, but it's impossible for him to ask them one by one and ban them. He has a lot of things to be busy and prepare for."

Cyril narrowed his eyes slightly: "The so-called accidents caused by concealment from the top, don't they just need such a personnel environment?"

"Hmm..." Alexios pondered, sorting out the logic in his head, and after a while he nodded and said, "I understand."

"Is Sandy Marion in the house?"

"Yes, he is directly above my room—you don't want to split the floor with a sword and rush straight up, do you? Besides, how can you get him to say..."

Alexios was wondering, when he saw a shy smile on the face of the young man in front of him, but one couldn't help but want to punch him.

"My sincere ally, have you forgotten what I did after I entered the house?"

(End of this chapter)