Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 678 Welcome
Before Cyril had time to talk to Alexei and Caroline, he simply said he was being rude, grabbed one in each hand, and jumped directly from the highest point of the castle.

Next to my ears were the scream of the boy's unchanging voice, and the girl's shout that was obviously boyish in surprise and excitement.

Alexei could only feel that the scene in front of him was falling rapidly, and the spiers of towers brushed past his eyes, as if he almost pierced his face.

The ground, which was so far away just now, came in front of him at once. Alexei almost thought that the Marquis was crazy and wanted to smash himself to death here, but just when he was about to cry, the weightless weightless body that was falling quickly The feeling disappeared in an instant, replaced by a gust of wind——

The wind surrounded Alexei, and he felt his arms and legs were lifted by the wind.As they fell, they drew an astonishing arc less than three meters from the ground, flew low and flat against the ground, and then landed firmly at the entrance of the original main hall and today's meeting hall.

"Come in with me."

Cyril pushed open the door, walked quickly into it, and asked loudly, "What happened to that chariot outside the city? Whose chariot is it?"

Some people had already gathered in the meeting hall, and Miss Mia, who was standing by the table, came forward and replied, "Mr. Wei, that is His Highness's chariot, have you forgotten?"

"Ah? Your Highness?" Cyril was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Alexie who was following behind him. His Highness the little prince was shaking his head repeatedly, trying to prove his innocence.

"It's not Your Highness Alexei, it's His Highness Anastasia!"

Mia stomped her feet and said with some dissatisfaction: "Oh, you let me take full charge of this matter, why don't I have any memory now?"

Cyril tried hard to recall for a moment, and finally remembered such a thing——

About ten days after taking Fort Manderx, the mage asked him if he wanted to inform His Royal Highness Anastasia Herman who was far away in Solkonan.

At that time, Cyril was busy, and he didn't care what would happen to Her Royal Highness after receiving the news——

Although Anastasia seemed to have said something, she wanted to come to Amasir herself.But Cyril didn't think that with the current leaderless state of Solconan, Anastasia, who had actually succeeded as the king of La Rochelle, would have more time to rush to Amasir.

But who would have thought that after Miss Mage contacted her...

She actually came!

Alexie behind him covered his mouth. The sudden arrival of his sister was a surprise to him, but it also made him extremely nervous—after all, he fled to Amasir with his family!
"Do you all know?" Cyril looked at the other people in the room, all dressed up like dogs.

Even Baron Jean... no, the newly promoted Earl of Moragul, Gene O'Connor, has shaved his unshaven beard and put on a majestic ceremonial armor.

Looking at it this way, it seemed that Cyril hadn't changed his clothes yet - Caroline and Alexei were already being dragged by the maids to change while they were talking.

"This, I..."

Suddenly there was a clatter in front of him, and only the smiling mage lady was left.

"Your Highness will arrive at the gate of the city in less than half an hour."

She seemed to have planned it long ago, and a set of dresses had been placed on the sand table, choosing one by one: "Which one should I choose? Which one should I choose?"

Cyril retreated step by step, and was about to escape from the conference hall, but saw the two little heads of Elena and Tiffany poking out of the hall door in time, one left and one right, and the door was shut tightly with a slam up.

Only Miss Mage, who was slowly approaching after choosing the clothes, was left.

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Huge flags fly above the convoy.

The bright red banner was as bright and dazzling as blood under the rare sunlight, without any overly complicated patterns. Above the crossed swords and shields was a golden crown, woven with silver threads, reflecting the shining light.

No one dares to underestimate this flag, even if the royal family of St. Emma is here - when those high and proud imperial people see this flag, they will inevitably grit their teeth and show a look of resentment.

Because it is the flag of the royal family of La Rochelle.

400 years ago, the ancestor Upton Lehman held such a banner, slashed a sea of ​​blood, crossed the towering peaks, walked through the vast forests, and came to the land of La Rochelle.

As for the army of Ossa Emma, ​​they could only watch as the flag crossed such a long distance and rose on another piece of soil.

For the people of O Saint-Emma, ​​this flag is undoubtedly a disgrace, but for the people of La Rochelle, it is an absolute pride.

The "luxury" of that luxurious chariot does not mean that its appearance is decorated with precious jewels to look gorgeous.Its brackets are all forged from the top metal, and each iron rod is engraved with hundreds of magical inscriptions.

When it activates the magic crystal power source embedded in its core, the entire chariot will become a huge source of magic power, providing a continuous supply of magic power for the entire team——

Rated legendary, La Rochelle's royal chariot, "Lyman's chariot of magic power".

This priceless chariot was escorted by the imperial army "Solider Knights" and drove all the way to five miles outside the city of Fort Manderx before stopping.

The gates of Fort Mandekers had already been opened wide, and the drawbridge was laid flat on the moat.The gorgeously equipped forest tree guards and the Silver Blade Knights lined up on both sides of the suspension bridge and lined up along the moat; in front of the moat was the most elite army phalanx in Siliki, which was similar to the natural formation of Amasir. The elite ranks of the Guardian Army.

And before all this was the youngest Marquis of La Rochelle ever——

Cyril Adrian.

In the end, the young Marquis did not put on the dress carefully prepared by Miss Mia. He chose to wear armor to welcome the arrival of His Royal Highness Anastasia Herman.

He was riding on the back of a nightmare warhorse surrounded by black flames. Against the backdrop of the black flames, the already formidable battle armor had a more ruthless temperament.

He urged the horses, walked slowly to the luxurious chariot, then smoothly rolled over and got off the horse, bowed and bowed as a knight——

"The Marquis of Siliki, Cyril Adrian, here to welcome His Royal Highness into the city!"

After the silence, there was a reply from inside the carriage:
"Marquis Adrian, you don't need to be too polite."

So Cyril got back on his horse and opened the way ahead.Lyman's magic chariot followed closely behind.Behind them are the "Solider Knights", then the Forest Guards and Silver Blade Knights in two rows, and finally the elite infantry regiment.

It wasn't until everyone entered the city that the outside of the city gate returned to its original natural appearance.

The streets entering the city have been cleaned up, and there are no clutter blocking the way forward.The band started playing music when the chariot entered the city, playing Amasir's famous song "Amasir's Joy", and the Green Tower also temporarily played the role of a prop group, constantly creating natural spells, To welcome the entry of Her Highness the Princess.

Cyril was riding on the horse, and when he faintly heard a soft call from the chariot behind him, he slowed down the speed of the nightmare horse, and slowly walked parallel to the chariot.

"Your Highness, do you have any orders?"

"Mr. Adrian." A low laugh came from inside the car, "It's only been a few days since I took over Amasir, and I haven't learned anything else, let's learn all the flamboyant things first?"

"Danya here..." The corners of Cyril's eyes twitched, although Anastasia could hear that Anastasia didn't mean to blame him, but this pot had nothing to do with him—it was both Mia and Ah It was planned by Zick and the others, and it is said that it was held according to the scale of the ceremony of Solkonan.

As for whether His Highness likes it or not... It seems that they haven't considered it.

"You took down Amasir fast enough." Anastasia didn't want to care about this matter, and said by the way, "I thought it would be at least until winter."

"The main reason is that the Green Tower is coordinating in the middle, so that the two O'Connor Viscounts can't let go of their hands and feet to fight." Cyril briefly described the situation of the civil war in Amasir, and then heard Anastasia's smile Voice:
"Do you think they could come up with such an ingenious tactic without the Green Tower? If Da Vinci O'Connor had such a talented heir, he would have written a letter to Salconan."

"Well, I admit that even if it is a frontal attack, it won't take that long. The battle should end before September." Cyril shrugged and replied.

This is not an exaggeration. With the distribution and defense of the two viscounts' troops, the Siliki army can completely swallow them one by one.With Cyril as a top sneak player, it would be too easy to break through those small towns.

In this way, in less than a month, important areas such as Fort Mandekers and Moragher can be left in a state of isolation and helplessness, and then the city is simply surrounded, and the people's hearts are in turmoil. After a simple fight, the battle is over. .

"However, this is also a good thing. The sooner the civil war in Amathir ends, the sooner you can prepare... You have already started preparations, haven't you?"

"Yes." Cyril replied, "At present, the army has been expanded urgently, and at the same time, it has begun to focus on training some soldiers' water combat capabilities. After all, the front line is Amasiel. Although the Kingdom Legion will provide support, it is Amasir who will take the lead. Er people."

"exactly."

With Anastasia's soft sigh, the side window of the carriage finally opened.

Cyril turned his head and looked into the window.

Her Royal Highness with long silver-white hair was sitting in the carriage, her back was leaning on the soft ice bear fur, her beautiful eyes were half-closed, she was resting on the window with one hand, and was tapping on the window sill.

"Where is Amasir's food reserve? When I issued the decree, Amasir was already in the midst of a civil war..."

"Siliki can provide sufficient grain reserves." When it came to this, Cyril had to say, "It is no exaggeration to say that Siliki has the highest grain production capacity in the entire kingdom, enough to supply the entire Amasir Grain—"

The planting method of Romanus, paired with the fertile soil of Siliki, plus the natural growth effect brought by the crown of the wind, this is no joke.

Today, there are seven large farms in Silikie, and the productivity of three farms is enough to equal the productivity of the entire southern farmland.

It can only be said that elves, as direct believers of the God of Nature, have a unique advantage in this respect, which cannot be surpassed by simple wisdom.

The two chatted all the way, exchanging information about Amasir, and came all the way to the gate of the inner castle.

It wasn't until here that the music stopped and the accompanying troops dispersed in an orderly manner.Lyman's magic chariot stopped, and Cyril got off his horse, opened the door of the carriage with his own hands, then half-kneeled on the ground, stretched out his hand, let Anastasia hold his hand, and walked out of the chariot.

She stepped on a pair of white dress shoes with slight heels, and they made a pleasant crashing sound when they stepped on the stone floor.Wearing a luxurious blue and white fringed dress, of course, how luxurious it is is just a matter of waving to the princess of a country.

The gate of the inner fort has been opened, and Siliki's high-level officials lined up on both sides, saluting to His Royal Highness who walked into the inner fort with Cyril's hand in his hands.

At the end of the road, standing is Alexei Herman wearing an exquisite dress cut by the dryad himself.

At this moment, he was like a little prince walking out of the forest, with a natural breath, standing there firmly, as the last hurdle to welcome Anastasia.

"elder sister."

He looked at Anastasia who was walking in front of him, and tried to avoid it timidly, but finally he summoned up his courage and shouted loudly.

He had already prepared a set of self-criticisms in his heart—all of them were taught to him by Caroline. It seemed that sister Caroline was very familiar with self-criticism and admitting mistakes.

But before he could speak, he heard Anastasia's faint but warm voice:
"Alexey."

Her Highness Anastasia Herman's hand gently landed on the top of the little prince's head, and rubbed the short white hair.Her eyes swept back and forth on Alexei's small body, wishing she could squat down directly to confirm his physical condition.

In the end, she only uttered a few words:

"You've grown."

This sentence made His Royal Highness, who was still reserved just now, choke with sobs.Alexei Herman's nose turned red visibly, and tears rolled in his eyes——

Except for himself, no one knows how he got here in the past few months.

Every night he spends outside is in fear, and every time he rides a car, he must always pay attention to the outside, and pay attention to anyone who approaches him.All these psychological tortures far exceeded the expectations of the little prince, who was ignorant of the world, before going out, but fortunately, he finally endured it.

He sniffled, resisting the desire to cry on his sister's skirt, turned sideways, stood beside his sister, and held her hand.

The meeting hall is right in front of you.

"Then, Marquis Siliki... No, Marquis Amasir, Lord Adrian, please lead me the way."

Cyril responded, then stepped forward, pushed open the closed door, and invited Anastasia into the meeting hall.

Next, get down to business.

(End of this chapter)