Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 680 Back to Siliki
A carriage of the Boyle Chamber of Commerce quietly drove out of Fort Mandekers in the midst of all Fort Mandekers celebrating the new Marquis's appointment.

In the carriage, the Kingdom's only Royal Highness is reclining lazily on the soft sofa seat, looking sideways at the greenery flowing like a river outside the window.

"Your Highness, I don't think we should go to Siliki at this time."

The new Marquis sat in the front seat, rubbing his temples sadly.

He couldn't figure out why Her Highness Anastasia, who was almost 30 years old, was still so playful—at such a critical juncture, she would propose to visit Siliki.

As a subject, he has no right to refuse, so he can only withdraw and accompany His Highness to Siliki in person.

"Shouldn't I go and see with my own eyes how the Marquis I have chosen has made a fortune from nothing?"

Anastasia squinted her eyes slightly, and her long silver-white hair was scattered, like a snow fox in light sleep.

"Besides, haven't you and Qing Mia returned to Siliki for a long time? It's time to go back and take a look."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness." Mia, who was sitting at the table brewing black tea, responded with a smile, and then handed the teacup to Anastasia: "Your Highness, please use tea."

"Young Mia, you don't have to be so restrained when no one else is around." Anastasia cheerfully took the teacup handed by Miss Mage, took a sip, and continued: "Actually, I just want to take advantage of this Just take a trip away from Solkonan and take the opportunity to go to more places."

When she was speaking, she couldn't help but feel a little lonely, even though the wind outside the window ruffled her hair on her forehead, so that the sad expression was covered by the hair.

But the Marquis in the front seat was looking back at her, capturing this scene in his eyes.

This sentence made Cyril panic inexplicably. Seeing that Anastasia quickly restrained her lonely expression, he seemed to want to pretend that nothing happened. After hesitating for a moment, he still asked:
"Is Your Highness going to... reside in Solkonan?"

Anastasia raised her head and said softly, "Some things cannot be kept secret."

"Has it leaked from Salkonan?"

"Maybe not yet." Anastasia shook her head, "But from the moment the news of your inauguration as Marquis is announced, those old foxes from all sides of our country, as well as the people of St. Emma, ​​will definitely realize What the hell happened to La Rochelle."

Cyril couldn't help being silent.

She was right.

Those who can stand in high positions will not be fools. Whether it is the Duke of Frost and Snow in the north, the Duke of Marcellus in the south, or the people of Ao San Emma who are far east of the mountains, they will all understand that because of their appointment. Rochelle's upheaval at this time.

"War... is it about to start?"

He couldn't help murmuring.

"Perhaps there will be a delay for a while. The people of Ao San Emma will not rush for success. They have strong confidence in their military strength." Anastasia said lightly, "Maybe if there is no news of your appointment , they are already preparing to board the ship and launch an attack at this moment; instead, they will deliberately slow down because of your appointment."

"Then...Your Highness?"

Anastasia fell silent.

She turned her head and looked out the window again.

Still a turquoise stream, silently and gorgeously in the rare sunshine of this gloomy August.

Just like La Rochelle in the past decades, under the rule of Kelson Hermann, it was inconspicuous but prosperous.

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The carriage stopped not far from Siliki's city gate, and stopped at Anastasia's instruction.

She even asked Cyril and others not to accompany them, but to walk around the city alone.

The young Marquis watched the figure of the princess disappear into Siliki's crowd, then turned around and looked at the mage who was still sitting in the carriage.

"So, us?"

"Let's go back to the Lord's Mansion first." Mia also watched Anastasia's leaving back, and then said, "You haven't seen Nerola for a long time, right? And Natasha."

"Yes." Cyril thought of Nirola who was still in Siliki, and began to feel a headache again.

He didn't know how to properly deal with this girl, the Gray God hanging around his neck had been silent for half a year, and even when he deliberately touched it, there was no response.

Her soul and body did not match, causing her life to wither gradually - this was not caused by the lack of life force, but from the lack of soul power.

The power of life is easy to replenish, but how to improve the soul, Cyril has no idea at all.

When thinking of Nirola, Cyril always felt a little guilty.Although he rescued the girl who was supposed to die in that manor in history, he couldn't give her the same life as a normal girl—he didn't even know that such a crippled life was torture for Nerola. Or redemption.

And I originally joined the cult incident because of the new panel brought by the "original heart of the world", because the original heart of the world is Nirola's heart, and Nirola's body is not strong enough to support any Intensity of activity, this third panel though present, hardly differs from voiding.

Although the current Cyrillic does not rely on this third panel either.The difference between reality and the game is too great. A panel in the game is equivalent to a brand-new profession without any constraints, and is equivalent to an account added out of thin air on the basis of Yuanyuan.

But in reality, nowadays, he can blow the wind blade that a mage can blow, and he can carry the thread that a warrior can carry.

If the third panel is still like the switching method in the game, then he is wasting his current physical talent.

"You're right." He replied, then drove the carriage again, and returned to the gate of the Lord's Mansion.

The lord's mansion, which he hadn't seen for nearly nine months, seemed to be the same as when he left. Under the protection of the force of nature, it was still lush and green, with a verdant aura rushing towards his face.

As soon as he got off the carriage, he saw the door of the lord's mansion being pushed open.Natasha, who was tall and slender, was wearing a black and white old-fashioned maid dress, standing at the door, holding a broom in her hand, obviously cleaning the path at the entrance of the courtyard.

When she saw the two people at the door, she immediately stopped, then bowed respectfully and said:

"Master Adrian, Mistress Christian, you are back."

"Natasha, pay attention to your address." Cyril didn't expect Natasha to be able to call out such a strange address, and hurriedly said.And the mage lady who was a step behind him blushed slightly, and just said hello: "Long time no see, Natasha."

"Who else stays in the lord's mansion?" Cyril walked into the gate.

"Only Miss Sinai." Natasha replied, "She is basking in the sun by the courtyard corridor."

"Take us there." Cyril took two steps forward, but found that Mia hadn't followed, turned around and asked, "Mia?"

"Go ahead." Ms. Mage backed out of the door with a smile on her face, "In contrast, I am more concerned about the Lurea Research Institute. How did Mr. Shelley solve the problem of magic spar transformation? I'm going to ask for advice."

"Oh……"

Watching Miss Mage walk out the door and disappear around the corner, Cyril followed Natasha towards the newly built courtyard corridor.

It was a corridor covered with ivy, about five meters high, dense green leaves densely covered the top of the head, like a big umbrella, making people feel like they were in the forest.

And when you walk to the middle of the corridor, the top of your head suddenly becomes clear - replacing the green vines is a huge camphor tree, which is so strong that it takes nearly ten people to encircle it to hug it.It gives the space a unique sense of openness.

And the girl in a white nightgown was leaning against the camphor tree.

There were no books or drawing boards, and no violin music to accompany her. She simply sat under the camphor tree with her head raised, motionless.

Seemingly aware of Cyril's footsteps, a soft murmur came out of her mouth:

"Natasha, is it time to go back to the room?"

"No, Miss Sinai." Natasha replied, "I brought an important person to see you."

"Important person?"

With doubts, Nirola slowly lowered her thin neck.

So, she saw Cyril standing behind Natasha.

The pair of dark eyes suddenly shrank, and she stared fixedly at the approaching young marquis, her lips were murmured, unable to utter a word.

And Cyril stopped in front of her and said gently:

"Nirola, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

The girl looked at him quietly.

Then the corners of his mouth curled up on his expressionless face.

After Natasha placed the tablecloth on the grass and served afternoon tea, she quietly retreated.

Cyril sat across from Nirola, quietly looking at the girl who was eating like a squirrel, holding the pastry in both hands and chewing in small bites.

He observed Nerola. Although the girl's complexion was not much better than before, it was not worse.On the contrary, her movements were much smoother than before—you know, she couldn't drive her body due to the weakness of her soul before, but even walking felt strenuous.

He quietly tapped the hourglass pendant on his chest, Gray God still seemed dead, and didn't give him any response.

Hey, hey, you are too irresponsible for the body you covet, right?It’s okay to pretend to be dead, but now that Nerola is here, are you still pretending to be dead?

Cyril gets a little angry when he thinks of the gray god. Anyway, you are a new god who was finally suppressed in this era of civilization. Although you must have a lot of hips compared to those righteous gods, but before the port of Xinaowei, he and the gods had negative emotions. When they were playing happily, they didn't let go of a single fart.

What do I want you for?

According to the formula in those novels, as a dignified gray god, shouldn't he help him while hurting him, and then try to backstab him at a critical moment, and then be ruthlessly suppressed by him?

Not according to common sense!

He complained fiercely, and then used the nameless necklace to press hard on the hourglass twice before letting go.

His movements were captured by Nirola's eyes - when she was taking a small bite, her eyes never left Cyril for a moment.

It wasn't until Cyril put down her hand that she finally uttered the first word since the meeting:
"Ah, Adrian, where have you been?"

"I... a lot has happened in the past six months, do you want to hear it?"

Nirola nodded firmly.

So Cyril crossed his legs and began his narration.

Talk about the province of Volgo, about Solkonan, about the great lakes and rivers of Kinnadze, about the affluence of the south, and about the scenery of the port.

This journey has already been told to many people. Anastasia, Caroline, and Elena have all heard his story, and Caroline even went to talk about it with the little prince Alexei. Once again, but the expressive ability is not that strong, the whole story is messed up, and in the end, only the little prince left the impression: "Ah, the Marquis of Adrian is really amazing".

While Cyril was talking, he was also observing Nirola, but found that the latter's eyes became brighter and brighter as he talked, and at first he ate the pastry in small bites, but then he stopped eating it altogether. Listen to him with your cheeks folded.

He realized how much Nirola, who stayed in the lord's mansion, lacked company.

Although Caroline, Elena, the cat girl Tiffany, Alexei, and Natasha had always been by her side in the past, but that was only companionship in the sense of space.

Nerola was not interested in what Caroline and the others were talking about, and she didn't quite understand it.In fact, she didn't want to stay in this small lord's mansion, but went further away——

But knowing her request, what can Cyril do?

"In the end, the goblin witch used herself to trigger a natural resonance and calm down the eruption of the volcano."

With this sentence, the story of the long journey to Port New Orway comes to an end.Cyril took a long breath, only to realize that his throat was a little dry.

And Nerola was fascinated by hearing it, her mouth was slightly opened and closed, as if she always wanted to respond to Cyril, but she was afraid that her random sound would interrupt the continuation of the story.

It wasn't until Cyril picked up the teacup that she let out a soft exclamation:
"Mr. Adrian is . . . marvelous."

"There's nothing to brag about." Cyril looked at her, thinking about how to continue the conversation with her, when he heard a rush of footsteps behind him.

He turned his head, but saw Natasha galloping forward in small steps, and the mage lady behind her dragged a panting middle-aged woman, and ran in large strides in the promenade, only stopping in front of the camphor tree.

"Wei, Mr. Wei!!"

Mia gasped and shouted, and Cyril quickly stood up to greet her, and then asked, "Didn't you go to see the Lurea Research Institute? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I, I brought Teacher Shelley here." The mage finally calmed down and said hastily: "She, she said that in Lurea's research, there is content about the tempering of the 'soul'!"

As soon as the words fell, the girl sitting quietly behind Cyril stood up suddenly with her greatest strength.

(End of this chapter)