Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 129 No.20 Chapter Four.
The mayor of Kate Town is a thin and lean old man named Cook, sitting in front of Zeld, it seems to be only a quarter of his width.

Although Zelder is spoiled to the point where it is difficult to communicate with others, he already has a lot of fear of Cyril. If he dared to disobey Cyril, he immediately told the story of what happened to the North Tower Chamber of Commerce. again.

It turned out that the truck of the North Tower Chamber of Commerce had already been prepared, and this Master Zelder had not had time to sit firmly in Judea Pass, so he went out of the city overnight-people who run the Chamber of Commerce are always very well-informed, let alone They are not blind and deaf about the changes in the Simatar Mountains, of course they can both hear and see.

As a result, the caravan that went out of the city overnight still couldn't go too far. They were still stuck when the beast horde broke out the next day, and their luck was very bad. They encountered a flock of colorful birds—that is a kind of ferocious A carnivorous bird with great strength.

As a result, the trucks were forced to move separately, and the carriage that Master Zelder was riding in was gone—God knows how Master Zelder escaped on a pony with his size.

And Cyril also briefly narrated his experience, combining the two together, and put this painful fact in front of the mayor.

Now the little old man was rubbing his temples sadly and holding his forehead, and after a while he asked with a face full of pain:
"Beast tide? Is what you said true? A large group of monsters rushing out from Simmatar Mountain will engulf us in the Eusta Hills? Danya is here...I have to notify Jerborg immediately. "

The mayor did have good abilities, and he was not directly frightened into unconsciousness by this terrifying truth.He stood up immediately, but Cyril stopped him:
"Mayor, it's not the most urgent thing to notify Fort Yer. Now we should call a meeting of town representatives and organize some people to evacuate."

He looked at this elf knight who looked extremely calm at a young age, showing some surprises:

"Why do we need to evacuate? Fort Jerome will send troops to support us soon. We don't need to leave here."

However, Cyril shook his head and said: "If you think so, then you are very wrong."

"The beast tide will radiate the entire hilly area. The nearby towns, Sweet Fruit Town, Hill Town, they will all send a distress signal to Fort Jer. Guess how many garrisons there are in Fort Jer, is it enough for everyone? A town to support?"

"This..." Mayor Cook was stunned, "But Lord Yael won't sit idly by us, will he?"

"In normal times, I'm afraid the Lord Yell you're talking about will still worry about the reputation in front of Duke Swiper, and try to put on a show. It's a pity that the old man is like a candle in the wind, and Lord Yell is busy with him. What about the brothers taking power - I bet Yael Sweeper must have recruited a lot more soldiers last year, right?"

"That's right..." Mayor Cook's face immediately collapsed. He can clearly remember that many young people in the town were recruited to Jerburg last year. It used to be much, much bigger.

But Cyril's words didn't stop: "Of course, Lord Yael can't bear the pressure and will send soldiers to rescue you, but the taxes you usually pay in Kate town shouldn't rank high, right?"

As soon as he said this, Mayor Cook's face was ashen, and he sat down again, clutching his heart and gasping for air for a long time before he recovered: "But it's too late to call the townspeople now It's..."

"I've already asked your militia captain to go door-to-door to call people. In fact, the people who can talk now should be waiting for you to go to the meeting in the square of the town."

Cyril stood up and glanced at Zeld: "What are you doing in a daze, Master Zeld, are you waiting for the mayor to make you another pot of tea?"

It was only then that Zeld realized that the matter had been finished, and hurriedly pulled his butt off the sofa, and followed behind Cyril.

"Master Knight, I still don't know what to call you." Zeld said flatteringly.

"You can call me Gothe."

"Okay, Mr. Gao De, I think you are very skilled, I wonder if you can help me..."

"No." Cyril didn't finish listening, he guessed what he wanted to say, and refused decisively.

"I'm willing to pay a high price!" Zeld shouted with a distorted expression, stomping his feet.

But Cyril sneered: "Is a high price worth life? If you don't go, you don't go. Besides, it's been so long, and your guys should have been swallowed by the beast tide long ago."

"Impossible, impossible, I guarantee you with my flesh, they will absolutely be fine! How about it, I will pay ten Gentry, ten Gentry!" Zeld has already shouted When he got up, his voice echoed in the room, it was extremely ear-piercing.

Cyril stopped suddenly.

"I've seen the cargo you're carrying, mainly the special products of northern Xinjiang, and a very small amount of ice silk. Even if you lose five carriages, it's absolutely impossible to add up to ten Gentry."

"I think the young master of the North Tower Chamber of Commerce, even if your mind is full of fat, you shouldn't make such a loss-making business?"

He turned around, his eyes were sharp, and his hand was already on the hilt of his waist.He stared at Master Zeld's sweaty cheeks, and said coldly:

"So, Master Zeld, what exactly are you transporting to the capital?"

If it weren't for Zeld's words, Cyril would have never imagined that the North Tower Chamber of Commerce would carry any treasures, but when Zeld swore that the team that marched separately could survive such a beast tide, plus After asking a high price of ten Gentry, he immediately knew that it was absolutely impossible for this caravan to transport ordinary goods.

He quickly made guesses in his mind, and listed the famous treasures of his previous life one by one. First of all, its size would not be too small, otherwise this Master Zeld could carry it close to his body, and he would not need to worry about the lost carriage.

Secondly, it should be a combined treasure, and the caravan must use multiple carriages to carry it.

Moreover, it must have the effect of dispelling monsters or protecting the barrier, otherwise it would be impossible to keep the scattered caravan intact.

But even if the conditions are so clear, Cyril did not expect any treasure to meet the above requirements at the same time.

He simply took his gaze away from Zeld, glared at him again, did not give him the slightest chance to speak, turned around and walked quickly towards the tavern.

No matter how good the treasure is, you must have your life to get it.The trip to the underground palace has already let him know that this kind of muddy water is not something he can swim in. Even if the monsters that drifted to the hills at the beginning of the beast tide are all low-level monsters, who knows that the team of trucks is still in the mountains at this moment, or in the hills. ?
There is a saying that can't be better said, wretched development, don't waste time.

Unless Cyril leveled up his equipment to the point of "I'm invincible in this wave, I can fight whatever I want", otherwise he would never go back and get involved in such a risky task.

(End of this chapter)