Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 81: Third Class One, Brush Skeletons

It was supposed to be afternoon tea time, but before Cyril's table, there was a steady stream of meat delivered by the waiter.

Cyril closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair. Caroline in front of him had already cheered and began to eat hard, but Elena was rubbing her hands, feeling a little embarrassed facing the large amount of food.And Mia, who was sitting next to him, handed a shiny silver Terry to the waiter with a natural expression, in exchange for the latter's excited thanks for nearly a minute.

After all, a Silver Terry is undoubtedly a huge sum of money for the waiter in the tavern, but Mia obviously has no real sense of it.

"Rich prodigal woman, the house in the royal capital is sold as soon as it is sold..."

Thinking of this, Cyril couldn't help another pain in his heart. He took a deep breath, secretly recalling the addresses of those unexplored gold mines, and then he calmed down.

Of course, this meal is not just to replenish the energy consumed before.Unknowingly, a miniature team has formed around Cyril - Caroline, who eats No. 1, Mia, a prodigal rich woman, and Elena, who is still not sure whether she belongs to this team.

To be honest, this feeling is very strange to Cyril.Rogues without guild affiliation rarely form wild teams on their own, and the places they often go to are ruins or single-player dungeons that are higher than the average level of players. The huge map and infinite possibilities of "Road to Glory" are very friendly to lone rangers. As long as you want to play, there are always endless things to dig, and you will never get tired of playing.

Cyril has not teamed up with players for many years, and has had good cooperation with NPCs a few times, but he has not been able to continue the long-term cooperation.After the disintegration of La Rochelle, he has been in a state of wandering and traveling, and even visited many places in the hostile country, St. Emma.

Of course, he didn't expect this team to exist for a long time. Except for Caroline, who has unlimited potential, the future of Mia Christian and Alina Visconti is still unknown.

Of the two girls in the game, one died on the way to defend the glory of the Visconti family, and the other should die with the destruction of the Tower of the North Wind.La Rochelle did not have their names in the turbulent years that followed, so their growth is unknown at all.

As for Mia, as a golden thigh, the upright Mr. Cyril Adrian, the Silver Blade Knight, should keep his promise, hold this golden thigh until the king's capital, and find her a good teacher, but Ai Lena -

This blond girl at the table who doesn't know what to do with the food, is she worth investing in?

He recalled some of the team formation terms commonly used by players, and then stretched out his hand, shaking it in front of Alina who was drooling at the food but didn't dare to reach out.

"Team up to brush skeletons, three and one, hurry up."

"Ah? What's the matter?" Alina was obviously distracted, and almost jumped up when she was frightened by him. She put her hands under her buttocks in embarrassment, and fidgeted. "Can I eat all of these?"

Cyril suppressed his smile—it was obvious that he was from aristocratic family but was panicked by some food, the way Elena made a fuss was indeed a bit funny.

"Of course you can eat it, this is your due reward."

"Reward?" Alina just grabbed a chicken leg and was stunned for a moment.

"Shouldn't you have a good meal after defeating the Lich?" Cyril said with a smile, "Let's chat while eating. I want to ask you, what's your plan next."

"Plan?" The chicken leg in Alina's hand stopped in the air just as she was about to bring it to her mouth.

She was at a loss for a moment, then shook her head: "I don't know."

"I don't know?" Cyril was a little surprised. It stands to reason that these heroes should go back to their hometown to inherit the big manor after fulfilling their long-cherished wish, or choose a wider world.

The word confused doesn't go well with the brave.

"Then... why don't you consider acting with me first?" Cyril thought for a while, and chose a more tentative statement.

But the girl squeezed the chicken leg without saying a word, and let out a "huh" that she didn't even realize.

"I can hire you. How about ten silver terries a month?"

What happened in the end turned towards Mia.The brown-haired girl was listening to Cyril's words quietly with her chin resting on her cheeks, but now she came back to her senses and smiled gently: "Of course."

"Ten, ten Silver Terry?" Alina was startled again.

"I said, you are the heir of the Visconti family after all, so you don't need to make such a fuss with a few Silver Tries." Cyril was a little helpless, "I know this number is nothing to you, how about it, food and lodging are included How about until you want to leave?"

"Food and lodging are also included?" Little Visconte's eyes widened, his voice was a little trembling, "Can every meal be eaten like today?"

"Of course it's fine." Mia continued to nod.

"I, I am willing!" Alina almost yelled, but she quickly realized her gaffe, and reached out to cover her mouth, but forgot that she was still pinching the chicken leg, and the oily chicken leg was wet "Slap" slapped her own face.

It turned out to be a money junkie.

Cyril thought to himself, such aristocrats are not uncommon, and this kind of interest relationship is the best for a temporary team - take money to do things, and have no money to break up.

The only problem is that it is not him who pulls up the team that pays the money, but Mia.But the rich lady didn't care about it herself. How could he, Cyril, an upright knight, have such a conscience?
Of course, just giving sugar is not enough, Cyril put on a slightly stern face, and said bluntly: "Of course, if you want to stay in our team, you also need conditions. You have to show a level that meets your worth——"

Elina put the broken chicken leg into her mouth several times and stopped in the air again: "Is the request you said high?"

Cyril stretched out his finger: "First, you have to obey my command, and you can't let yourself go when you are fighting."

"Like you gave me instructions in the underground palace?"

All of a sudden, Elina thought of the voice that kept her moving forward.

"Almost." Cyril nodded, and then stretched out his second finger: "Second, your combat power, let's go to the city wall to test it later."

"Okay!" Alina was finally relieved, and successfully took the first bite of the chicken leg. The rich taste and tenderness of the chicken made her hold her face in her hands and let out a whimper of happiness.

Cyril turned sideways and turned to Mia and asked:

"Miss Mia, the practice of magic requires accumulated experience in actual combat. I think you should be willing to go to the city wall with us, right?"

And Mia nodded slightly, and gave Cyril's expected reply:

"of course."

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