Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 194 Assassination
Abra was stunned for a moment, and Nirola, who was held in Cyril's arms, was also stunned, but the cold sword edge rested on her neck, making her swallow all her doubts in her stomach , trembling instinctively with fear.

After a while, Abra's muffled voice sounded again:
"Do you understand what you're doing?"

But the half-elf boy didn't hear his threat at all, and just lengthened the tone:
"three--"

"It's useless for you to do this, because she was going to die today, and you just helped me complete this step..."

"two!"

Abra had no choice but to glance out of the corner of his eye, and saw Evans who was lying down not far away, and then stretched out his hand, and grabbed Evans to his side, with five fingers that became inexplicably sharp against Evans's Head, shouted sharply:
"I order you to let her go, or I'll smash this man's head!"

But Cyril just gave him a strange look, and couldn't help but smile:
"You don't think I know him very well, do you? Besides, do you really dare to touch him?"

"You are guilty." Abra snorted and laughed, "Continue to count, count your number?"

"Is there such a request?" Cyril raised his eyebrows, and then elongated his voice, "I——Let me tell you first, this is the son of the foreign minister's family in the royal capital. There's no place for you, Shell."

"The news will not be leaked out, and you have no possibility of escaping from here. This is my territory, and my people are everywhere. You have no right to fight with me."

What he said was indeed true. At this time, a sound of running in the corridor could be heard, and there were also messy voices on the eaves outside the window. Obviously, those Bendis and the guards heard the movement and leaned here.

Abra relaxed, he saw clearly that the young man in front of him had also hesitated at this time, as long as he gave some more oppression——

"Well, you push my daughter over, I let your companion go, you have no right to bargain with me."

At the same time, the door was pushed open, and a guard in full body armor rushed in, shouting in a muffled voice, "My lord, what do you need me to do!"

Abra showed a smug smile, but Cyril hesitated, and finally moved the sword a little away from Nerola, and asked, "What you said is true?"

"You can only choose to believe."

"Okay, I'll count to three, and then we let go at the same time."

He stared at Abra closely, and then counted slowly: "Three...two...one..."

As soon as the words fell, he immediately withdrew the long sword in his hand, then twisted around, and rushed towards the window behind him.And Abra didn't break his promise, he threw Evans in his hand to the ground in front of him, and just said softly:
"kill him."

"Yes, my lord!" The guard rushed forward immediately.Cyril had just rushed to the window, caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, couldn't help taking a breath, and shouted:
"mean!"

The baron laughed wildly excitedly. He strode towards Nerola who was stunned after being released by Cyril, and shouted: "Young man, let me teach you a good lesson. In the face of power, all Despicable is not despicable!"

But he didn't notice that the young man's words were not referring to him at all, nor did he notice that there was a rush of chaotic footsteps approaching his back. When he realized that his steps stopped suddenly, a long sword had already Penetrating through his abdomen, the blood dripping from the sword surged with green light, burning on the sword.

He turned his head stiffly, looking at the master holding the sword behind him in disbelief.

It was the guard who rushed to the room.

"Why, it could be, you..."

He—no, it was her, took off the helmet with one hand, and flung it aside, a head of brown curly hair was liberated, fluctuating with the violent ups and downs of her body.

That face was covered with sweat and mud, but under her blooming smile, all the beauty burst out and danced passionately.

Belinda Sinai.

"Go to hell, you who pretended to be my father, you bastard!"

She screamed excitedly, and then turned the hilt of the sword in her hand with all her strength, trying to smash the baron's intestines.Abelah snorted, two mouthfuls of bright red blood poured out of her mouth, the pain on that face made Belinda's face full of pleasure of revenge, she laughed wildly, watching the baron's body in her own The front of the face bends little by little.

At this time, Cyril had already grabbed Evans on the ground, and then stretched out his hand to grab Nirola.And Nerola was still staring blankly at what was happening before her eyes, as if she hadn't figured out why her father became like that, and why her sister pierced her father's stomach with a sword.

Cyril glanced at the girl who had avenged her vengeance with relief. He did not expect it to be so easy. It was a pleasant surprise that this unintentional layout could work, but what made him even more gratified was Belinda's decisiveness——

Without any hesitation, she is extremely ruthless, maybe if she is trained a bit, she will be a good wanderer seedling?
But as soon as his thoughts turned here, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The girl's laughter in the room stopped.

He looked at Belinda again, only to find that the girl's expression froze on that sunflower-like smile, and then a stream of blood gushed from her mouth.

Then Abra Sinai, who bent over and hugged his belly, straightened up expressionlessly, his arms were bent backwards strangely, and when he brought them to him again, he held a bright red heart in his palm——

"You don't think that under the gaze of the gray god, such a technique can kill me?"

Abra smiled sinisterly, glanced at the heart in his hand, and said with extreme disgust: "I would have crushed you to death five years ago, you annoying bitch, don't think I don't know what you're doing .”

Behind him, the girl's eyes lost their luster. She fell backwards and fell on the floor. The iron armor on her chest was dug open, revealing the blood dripping inside.

Belinda Sinai, she died.

Cyril looked at all that happened in front of him in amazement, he had no idea that Abra, who hadn't gained power from the Gray God, could be so tough and fierce after being disturbed...

Moreover, his momentum is still rising.The gray breath was as thick as substance, like a layer of mist, almost filling the entire room.

His voice suddenly changed, and became extremely gentle and personable again: "Nerola, come here, come back to father."

Nirola was still in a daze, she took a step forward, and instinctively stepped back.

"I say, dear girl, come to father, and I don't want to say it a third time—"

Abra raised his voice, and Nirola seemed to be taken aback, and then he was about to walk forward.

But a hand held her - that hand had been grabbing her wrist since the beginning, and now it tightened, holding her firmly in place.

She turned her head in surprise, and what she saw was a gentle and upright handsome face.

"Do you want to go back to that life, Nirola?"

Cyril stared at Nirola, her black eyes trembling violently at this moment.

"You chose to stay in the gray, a caged bird—"

"Why don't you fly out with me and be the oriole singing in the forest?"

His voice seemed to be the gentle wind in the clear spring water in the dense forest, brushing against Nerola's cheek.

(End of this chapter)