Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 207 The Broken Sword
Cyril's injury was healed by the High Priest of the Kalan Jinyuanchu Church himself. Cyril should feel honored in this way. There are not many people who can be healed by the High Priest, unless they have a prominent status, a deep background, or outstanding military exploits , otherwise you will not enjoy this kind of treatment at all.

And he had already enjoyed it twice—once in the Tower of the North Wind, and once in Karankin.The previous time was relying on Captain Christine, but the latter time was completely relying on himself.

The high physical growth of the knight profession made Cyril's period of weakness after a serious injury significantly shorter than that of a wanderer, and he could start to be alive and kicking again within a day after getting up from bed.

During his stay in Karankin, he was even invited by the Disciplinary Knights of the Primordial Guard to conduct swordsmanship training.These commanding knights are different from regular knights, using extremely violent two-handed swords. It is said that their swordsmanship is inherited from a special guard unit of a certain era.

Those Knights of Discipline were not stingy at all with Cyril, a young, handsome, half-elf knight who spoke nicely—of course, it was mainly because of his outstanding achievements.They almost taught Cyril their fighting skills.

This made Cyril steal a lesson.With the "Vientiane Style" in his body, he was eager to learn more combat skills. After all, his own experience is experience, and whether he can use it is another matter.

It's like writing a novel. When chatting, the writers who hit the street all know how to write here and there, and how to control the rhythm.

And after stealing the teacher for a few days, even though Cyril didn't even have a great sword of his own, there was an extra [Yuan Chu · Discipline Sword Art] on the skill panel, which made him secretly happy for a long time.

Calanquin is a very laid back and open city.There are heavy mountains that block the cold wind from the north, and the cold has little to do with it.But in April, the city is already very warm.

Under the warm sunshine, bards dressed in colorful clothes, plucking or pulling their musical instruments, such as Viele, lute, or harp, with different timbres intertwined and melodious melodies.Listening to the melody, the strong young man clapped his hands and stomped his feet and danced, causing bursts of cheers.

I think the players still complained that the production team mixed medieval elements in design and didn’t pay attention to it at all, but it turns out that the atmosphere created is very good. Those music only need to speed up a few beats and change a few notes. An excellent earth song, extremely brainwashing.

The snow-white arms and thighs of cool girls can be seen everywhere-this seems to be the dressing habit of the foreign races in the western region, and it is very popular in Karankin.The guards here are not as arrogant as the noble private army, and they will even take the initiative to fight and dance with the young man, causing a cloud of dust.

In this lively and peaceful environment, Cyril and his group were completely relaxed.All the way from northern Xinjiang to here, the pressure of the undead, the threat of the beast horde, and the hidden cult. In less than two months, their experience is enough to make many adventurers boast for several years.

But not everyone can enjoy the food and leisure of this city with peace of mind.

Like Alina Visconti.

Cyril didn't know when the blond girl became extremely anxious, but one day when he was biting the hard Karankin fructose and sitting in the sun, he saw Elena with a disappointed face Back in Miss Mia's small manor, without even saying hello to him, he sensed that something was wrong.

So the next day, he chose to quietly follow Alina out of the manor.

With Cyril's rich experience as a wanderer, even without stealth, Elena couldn't find him.He followed Elena around the city, the blond girl was walking very fast, as if in a hurry, passing by the windows of every weapon shop, standing still for a long time before leaving in a hurry.

"Weapon?" Cyril was a little puzzled, and he returned Elena's sword to her after waking up.Could it be that she wanted to switch to a rogue and change weapons considering the combat method she had arranged for her?
And Elena went through all of Karankin's weapon shops very skillfully, obviously not once or twice.She finally walked into the largest auction house in Karankin, and had a few conversations with the person in charge. Cyril only vaguely heard the words "element" and "sword", and the person in charge shook his head.

In the end, Elena walked out of the auction house with a face full of disappointment, and slowly returned to the manor.

Cyril couldn't help it anymore, anyone with a discerning eye could see that there was something wrong with Elena's sword.He waited for Elena to walk into an alley, and suddenly he took a step faster, came behind the girl, and patted her on the shoulder.

"Ah!" She turned around irritably, held the hilt of the sword she carried with her in her hand, and when she saw the half-elf knight behind her, she put down the hilt embarrassingly, lowered her head and said, "It's Cyril." Ah, what a coincidence."

"Yes, what a coincidence." Cyril said briskly, and then took out a long stick from his arms, "Erina, lend me the sword, this Karankin baguette is too hard, I can't eat it move."

"This...you don't have a sword yourself?" Elena refuted his words in a rare way.

And Cyril replied confidently: "I didn't bring it, why should I bring a sword when I go shopping, hurry up, lend me the sword."

As a result, the blond girl silently put the hilt into her pocket, shook her head, and said softly like a mosquito: "Then... I didn't bring it either."

Cyril sighed: "Let's be honest, is your sword useless?"

"Ah, you, you, you, you, you know?" The girl raised her head in surprise, her voice became stammered.

"Otherwise, you don't have to go to so many weapon shops, but go to the auction house."

Cyril didn't intend to be polite to her anymore, he directly grabbed her wrist and snatched her sword hilt from his pocket.He skillfully poured the power of the wind element into it, but only saw a blue light flash on the hilt of the sword, and then there was no movement.

He closed his eyes and quietly felt the flow of magic power in it, only to find that the complete and special magic power circuit that the hilt could have formed had become fragmented at this moment.

Without using his brain, Cyril could guess that the power of the wind element used to kill Ambrose that day was too large, exceeding the upper limit of the handle of the sword—this sword is at best a sophisticated level , it's not surprising that it can't withstand the attack that Gray God uses his ability to bless.

(End of this chapter)