Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 185 You are redeemed by yourself

"Big... lord?"

Belinda almost crawled out of the opened cage, her hands and legs were shaking, and she stepped on the belly of the dead soldier with her bare feet.

"Stop, don't touch me." Cyril turned slightly sideways. It was not convenient for him to see Belinda with his current face. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the girl who seemed to be rushing to hug his leg, and hurriedly said:

"Sit down and talk about what happened."

Belinda hurriedly stopped her actions, fearing to offend the "adult", she swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva to make her hoarse voice sound more normal, then sat on a wooden box, trembling Weiwei recounted what had happened before.

After hearing the stumbling narration of the baron's daughter, Cyril couldn't help but say in surprise:
"You actually went to find the entrance to the cellar?"

According to Belinda, there is also a dark room in the cellar. Only the Baron holds the key to the door in the cellar, and the baby stealers need to go through a separate passage outside if they want to get in and out of this cellar.

That's the door that Evans followed the gang of baby stealers.

He couldn't help a little more appreciation for Belinda—of course not much appreciation for her behavior, this behavior was too reckless, almost no different from giving away a head.

But dare to do such a thing, at least as a tool person, Belinda is good enough, and it is precisely this piece of information that is very important to Cyril at the moment.

He didn't have much sympathy for Belinda's life experience in his heart. Compared with the countless people who had tragic experiences in the years after La Rochelle, at least Belinda had lived a lot of comfortable days before that, and even had a few years. Has the ability to kill and take the lives of civilians.

The extra emotion will only affect the speed at which he draws his sword.

"Then, can you still find the location of the entrance?" Cyril continued to ask.

It should have been three to four ten minutes since Evans entered the cellar alone. If it drags on, Evans may be found out by the Bandis, stripped naked, hung up, and beaten.

"Of course, my lord, of course!" Mentioning the location of the entrance, a trace of fear flashed in Belinda's eyes, and then she was filled with fiery emotions. She stood up and staggered towards the exit of the cellar, but was caught Cyril stopped:
"Put on this soldier's clothes before going."

Without any hesitation, and regardless of Cyril's presence, Belinda immediately took off her dirty coat, then took off the armor from the soldier, and put it on herself.

She was outstandingly tall, and the soldier was not too tall, so the suit unexpectedly fit her body, only a little loose.Then she put the sword on her waist and led the way out of the room.

She had just walked into the straight road, and the face hidden under the helmet immediately showed a look of horror: the guards who were watching outside kept sleeping crookedly, but at this moment they all turned into dead people.

Belinda didn't dare to say much, so she tiptoed out of the small tower door with Cyril, obviously afraid of being noticed by Nerola who lived in the small tower.Then she went around to the back of the manor, fumbled for a while and stopped:
"My lord, I found it."

She lowered her head, pulled out the long sword beside her, and tapped lightly on the ground, only to hear the sound of two crisp metal collisions. There was a metal secret door hidden in this grassland.

Cyril glanced at their positions, which happened to be at the midpoint of the line between the high tower and the small tower.He memorized this position, then looked at Belinda who was standing aside, rubbing her hands nervously.

"You did a very good job." He praised, and then saw the body of the baron's daughter visibly trembled, and she immediately bowed and said humbly: "Yes, my lord, this is all done according to your orders, I hope I can help you, but..."

Her voice trembled when she spoke, a tone of excitement and fear coexisting.The armor covered her figure, but Cyril could still see that her body under the armor was shaking like chaff.

He sighed inwardly.

This kind of humbleness to the appearance of longing represents extreme desire.

Of course it wasn't the baron's daughter who wanted his body, he had neither shown his appearance nor his figure.He knew exactly what the baron's daughter wanted—

is the longing for love.

Or hatred for a loved one who made her lose.

It's not that he has much insight into human emotions, but in many tasks in the game, such emotional expressions are too common.If he still has the mission panel at this moment, he should be in a branching link of the mission now.

Now that the baron's daughter's heroic actions have helped him, he will naturally not hesitate to give her something in return——

Or hope.

"You don't have to be so humble in front of me." He raised his head and said softly, "We have a mutually beneficial relationship. In fact, what you help me is far greater than what I give you."

"Ah, my lord, this..." Belinda looked at him in confusion, obviously not understanding what he meant.

"What you can give me are clues, and what I can give you is evidence." Cyril continued, "You think you have found clues for me, but have you forgotten that evidence was actually found by you as well? gone?"

Belinda was completely stunned, she stared at Cyril in a daze, her mouth was slightly open, but she couldn't say anything.

And Cyril coughed softly, and when he spoke again, his voice had returned to its original voice:
"Now that the evidence is in your hands, I think you should know what to do."

With a flick of his hand, he threw a tube of reagent with a cloudy green liquid in front of Belinda. The latter caught it in a hurry, picked it up and saw that there was a note on the reagent bottle:
A powerful potion of poison poisoning.

"I am not your life-saving straw, you are the one to redeem yourself."

Clean, clear, with a slightly immature voice, it sounds like a knight of justice saluting reverently under the statue of Danya and swearing allegiance.

And these words, like leading the way for a lost person, are bathed in sunlight.

Behind him, the girl held the reagent tube tightly with trembling hands, murmured something repeatedly, then bowed heavily to Cyril, then turned her head, and trotted towards the main building.

The half-elf boy turned around, watched her disappear around the corner of the L-shaped building, and sighed softly:
Hope you can seize this opportunity for revenge.

He bent down, tapped twice on the metal door like a sewer manhole cover, and then lifted it vigorously, a deep tunnel appeared in front of him.

"Evans, I hope you're still alive."

He stretched out his hand to straighten his fake nose, and then jumped down towards the tunnel.

(End of this chapter)