Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 790 Extra II. Alina Visconti

"Aunt Elena, what's your last name?"

"Adrien."

"Adrian is Dad's surname, but what was Aunt Elina's original surname?"

The little girl sitting beside Elina raised her head with a curious look on her face, her beautiful blue eyes twinkling in the sunlight, and her long pointed ears moved, she was very beautiful.

The goose-yellow skirt the little girl was wearing revealed half of her delicate calf, dangling on the green grass.White cotton socks and brown leather shoes make a rattling noise when walking.

"Well...the original surname." Elina tilted her head and thought for a while, then took out the pen and paper, and wrote a series of beautiful curly characters on the paper.

"Alina Visconti."

"Auntie, Visconti, what family is Visconti?"

The little girl has endless questions, and her aunts always have different ways to solve them.

If it was Caroline, then the little girl should now be driven by a bunch of puppies with bones, crying and laughing while running; if it was Misha, then Ilinda should not be able to find her at all.

Only Elina would listen to the little girl and sit with her on the grass to paint picture books.In addition to her mother, Ilinda's closest aunt is Aunt Elina, even more so than her mother.

After all, her mother could still use her and spank her little ass, but Aunt Elena would never.

"Visconti..."

Elina stroked her long blond hair back and fell back on the net woven by the vines.

"The Visconti are a, um, no big deal family, maybe 100 years ago, but then..."

She was suddenly in a trance.

Visconti, Visconti...

My surname, I don't know when, has become an extremely distant thing.

She began to forget about her past spots, not because of her poor memory, but because the contrast between her childhood life and the present is too strong. Said to be a painful childhood.

She recalled for a long time before slowly starting to tell: "My father... was a very, very, very ordinary person."

"The Visconti family used to be brilliant, but with the death of their great-grandfather in the northern border, the Visconti family gradually declined. The family owed a lot of money, and finally even the fief was sold. I think, probably in , um, near the Swipah area? I can't remember exactly."

Alina really can't remember.

That was her memory before she was five years old. After she was five years old, that ordinary man left the Visconti fief with her grandfather and her mother.

"We lived in a very poor village and used the rest of our wallet to buy a piece of land. As a result, the harvest was poor in those two years, and debt collectors chased after us..."

"Afterwards, my father and grandfather went far away to be mercenaries and were taken by those debt collectors. My mother and I were wandering around Svipa... um..."

Elina spoke intermittently, and suddenly saw Ilinda's little hand stretched out towards her face, she sat up in a hurry, but found the little girl looked aggrieved, pouted and whispered:
"Aunt Elina, don't cry, I won't ask this..."

"Ah, did I cry?" Elina hurriedly reached out to touch her face, but a tear actually slipped from the corner of her eye, and she didn't even realize it.

Is it because the lonely self more than ten years ago often shed tears silently?

"Auntie must have been unhappy before." Ilinda squeezed into Elina's arms with a twist. She was only ten years old and had no tendency to grow taller, although Elina was no longer tall. She hadn't moved, but Ilinda was still much shorter than her.

"Before... I didn't say how unhappy I was." Elina shook her head. "It has nothing to do with Ilinda. Rather, I am still very grateful for my surname."

"why?"

"Because if my surname was not Visconti, I wouldn't have met your father that day." Elina reached out and scratched the tip of Ilinda's nose.The little girl's eyes lit up all of a sudden. She didn't learn other things well at a young age, but she mastered the ability to listen to gossip.

But Mia's voice sounded at this time:
"Ilinda, Ilinda, it's time for a lunch break. Elina, let Ilinda come to sleep, don't spoil her too much."

Mia's elegant figure appeared in sight, and Ilinda immediately got up.She didn't dare to disobey her mother, so she could only beg Elena reluctantly: "Aunt Elina, tell me when Ilinda wakes up."

"Okay~" Elina waved to her, watching the little girl run away, then stood up.

For a while, she didn't know what to do.

She has been doing nothing for a long time. Since she married Cyril Adrian, as a family member of the new god, it is naturally impossible to show her face in the Cyril army casually as before—

Moreover, with the current power of the glorious royal court, there is no possibility of war breaking out in various places for at least 50 years.Even Siliki laid off a large number of troops because of the need to cut expenses.Of course, with Siliki's strength, they can naturally find follow-up jobs for them.

But Alina had nothing to do.

When the life of the new god's wife was so leisurely, Elina, who had been inseparable from the sword in the past few years, was very uncomfortable in the ranks of the most diligent soldiers in the entire army.

Now that she is going to practice her own martial arts, it is meaningless to try to improve her skills.Her realm stayed at the pinnacle of the professional level and could not go any further, which was caused by her personal talent.

But this is also the highest realm that most mortals can reach in a lifetime.

She knew very well that she was a mortal, a mortal who could no longer be ordinary compared to the other wives around Cyril.Her background is ordinary, her talent is ordinary, she recognizes her ordinary, and she is not dissatisfied with her ordinary.

There are always people who are ordinary.

She is already the luckiest kind of ordinary people, and she also recognizes her good luck and considers herself one of the luckiest people in the world.

If she's unlucky, there's no way she could have met Cyril in that underground cave, couldn't have survived the dracolich - no, she didn't even have the chance to see the dracolich at that time, because it was just the liches The mental pressure the demon gave her had already overwhelmed her.

But she was also confused.

Because she doesn't seem to have anything she wants to do.

In the past, she came to Northern Xinjiang to fulfill the last wish of her ancestors. Later, she followed him all the time to thank Cyril. She hoped that her family could be a useful person by his side, would not hold back and help in combat. busy.

But now, there is no need to fight.Miss Misha needs to perform complicated prayers every day, pray to her husband, who is also the new god of this world, and complete a series of subordinate churches. She still doesn't look very smart, but no one can deny her strength and wisdom. She runs around La Rochelle every three days, relying on the portal to come back on time every night to eat Cyril's barbecue.

Mia has nothing to do with leisure, raising Ilinda is already an easy task, not to mention writing a book - yes, Miss Mage, who is now in the extraordinary realm, is the textbook of Silici Mage Academy Writer, busy every day.

Only she has nothing to do.

She started to worry.

Ten years have not changed her appearance much, and the height restriction makes her look no different from a girl.Holding her arm in one hand and her cheek in the other, she walked melancholy in the courtyard when an idea suddenly occurred to her.

So she shook the space bracelet and took out a black cloak.

Homer's travel jacket.

This piece of equipment eventually returned to Elina's hands. Although she didn't have any occasions to use it, it was a treasure handed down from the Visconti family after all.

And after Cyril's transformation, this cloak can now achieve long-term invisibility, rather than a few seconds of instant invisibility.

She put on a black cloak and walked silently to Cyril's room.

The door of the room was not closed. She looked in from the door. Misha was reporting to Cyril the situation of the believers in various places. After a while, Misha walked out of the room, and Elina took the opportunity to get in. room, standing quietly behind Cyril.

Cyril's desk is no longer filled with a lot of official documents like he used to be when he was a lord, and now there is no official document for him to review.However, there were still stacks of parchment paper with intricate patterns painted on them, with the words "New White Ring System" or something that Elina couldn't understand.

It's two o'clock in the afternoon, what will Cyril do at this time?

Elina looked at Cyril's movements expectantly. Although as Cyril's wife, she was very familiar with her husband everywhere, but she really wanted to describe his habits like this...

Maybe only Miss Mia can do it.

She watched Cyril write and draw on the pile of parchment on the table for a while, then stood up, as if to move her body, and was about to dodge, but found that the other party was walking in the direction she was standing, and then He stretched out his arms and hugged himself all of a sudden.

"My dear Elina, what are you hiding here in your invisibility cloak?"

Yeah, exposed.

Elina pouted, took off the invisibility cloak, and looked up at Cyril.

"I just feel a little bored, I just want to see what you're doing, is there anything, um, I can help."

Elina's reason made Cyril laugh out loud. He took Elina's hand to sit beside the bed, put his arms around Elina's shoulders, and let her lean on him.

"Alina, Alina," he said softly, "After so many years, why are you still thinking about this?"

"what?"

"Don't always think about what you want to do for me, I am the new god of this world." Cyril smiled, "It should be what you want to do, and then I will help you achieve it."

"It's a very reasonable thing to do, isn't it?"

"You are my wife, not my appendage."

"But, but..." Elina's voice was soft like a mosquito's cry, "I can't think of anything I want to do."

"That's a question..." Cyril pondered, "Well... why don't you try to write?"

"Writing? My literature is bad..."

"It's very simple, you can go to the Mage Academy to learn from Nerola, and she will teach you." Cyril said happily, "Trust me, go write something, maybe you will become more and more interested. ?"

"If you don't want to write, you can paint, you can study music, you don't have to be here all day."

"But Miss Mia is often very busy and has no time to accompany Ilinda..."

"Ilinda has grown up too, so there's no reason to pester you every day." Cyril suddenly chuckled, "Or do you want to have one yourself?"

"Life... ah!"

Elina whispered, only hearing Cyril's broken whispers in her ears, "Speaking of the last party, Evans looked down on me again, saying that I have so many wives, but only one child. Even Atsk has more children than me, you tell me, shouldn't it be..."

Elina's face was flushed.

Facing Cyril, she was used to being a recipient, no matter when.

it's dark.

Elina stuck her head out of the quilt, her beautiful blond hair was sticking to her body a little messily, she slowly put on her clothes, and her body was still a little sore.

But she felt that her mind was more active than ever.

"Yeah, like Cyril said, write something, at least try?"

The next day, she entered the Syliki Mage Academy.

And three years later.

Alina was sitting on the grass in a soft dress.Sitting next to Ilinda, Ilinda held Elina's child in her arms, a beautiful little boy with blond curly hair.

Around them, there were mountains of letters, each of which was sent to "Homer".

"Mr. Homer, it is an honor to read your book "The Boy Who Towards the Stars"..."

"Mr. Homer, your work has inspired the children of my Slandal College. I am writing a book here to express my gratitude."

"Mr. Homer, Mr. Homer." Ilinda smiled hilariously, "Aunt Elina, I didn't expect you to write a book for three years, and you can actually write a masterpiece."

"What nonsense." Elina poked Ilinda angrily, "I just wrote it casually."

"But these are all required readings in the college, Aunt Elina, you look at my textbook list for this year, and there is your book." Ilinda showed a desperate look, "Ah, ah, and listen to the seniors. The senior and senior sister said that there are many paragraphs to be recited in this book!"

"Recite, what is there to recite." Elina sneered, "Don't make fun of your aunt."

"Really, they all said that this young man is the epitome of the great Eternal God, a portrayal of every brave man who walks under the glory of the gods. Only those who truly understand the true meaning of the Eternal God can write such a great work..."

Ilinda spoke cheerfully, but did not realize that Aunt Elina, who was beside her, was blushing.

(End of this chapter)