Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 257 Gene O'Connor

Putting aside his thoughts about Atsk for the time being, Cyril refocused his thoughts on this matter.

Judging from the scope of this event, there is no doubt that this will be a large-scale regional quest with rich rewards.Of course, reality cannot give step-by-step clues like a game, at least telling you which area to advance the task in, and everything has to be done by yourself.

Cyril looked through the information again. Judging from the information that Azike and others have worked so hard to sort out for so long, the key point is actually the elves.

First, before witnessing the intervention of the elves, this weird natural influence spread at an extremely fast speed in the northeast region of Amasir.

Although Atzke’s previous narrative stated that the figure of the elves appeared as soon as this incident emerged, but when Cyril deduced the timeline, he found that perhaps the elves were not on the opposite side of humans—— They didn't actually attack humans. Humans' fear of elves was completely the effect of spreading rumors.

And when the elves and humans confronted each other head-on and began to strictly guard the Elgin Forest—that was a year and a half ago. After that, the abnormal nature stopped spreading further.

In other words, from the occurrence of the mutation two years ago to the elves starting to guard against humans a year and a half ago, the elves completed the blockade of the things that caused the mutation in the past six months.

Cyril understood it that way.

Although this is also guided by some subjective ideas, after all, elves, who are outstanding in appearance and belong to the orderly and good camp, basically cannot be linked to evil in the hearts of players, unless it is those who maliciously kidnap pure orc warriors back to the camp Female sprites - Of course, this should only exist in derivative fan creations, but that's another story.

But the fact is true. For the people of La Rochelle, elves are allies and benefactors. Without the cooperation of elves and other natural creatures, the first king 400 years ago would not be able to break through the blockade of Ao San Emma. Coming to this land, there will be no later stories.

"So you don't think the elves are the masterminds?" Atzke rubbed his chin and pondered. Although he could be considered knowledgeable, many things were not in the library, and he had no way of knowing.

"Yes." Cyril nodded, he leaned back on the soft and elastic wooden chair back, looked towards the side window, and just saw a section of treetops that had collapsed under the weight of heavy white flowers, attached to the In the window, plump white petals are in full bloom, and juice can overflow when pinched.They spit out the light yellow stamens without any concealment, trembling in the thin slanting wind, vividly writing this piece of nature that only belongs to Amasir.

"Is it possible that the elves caused the disaster themselves, and blocking the disaster is just their self-redemption?" Atzke had a new idea.

"What you said is also possible." Cyril didn't deny it. He watched the young-looking lecturer rubbing his black hair a little irritably, and said in his mouth:
"The jungle area they blocked also belongs to Amasir, and many hunters rely on that jungle for a living... After all, since we are allies, why can't the elves let us participate in this matter together? Are you so proud to think that we are inferior to them?"

Cyril had no excuses, perhaps the elves did have such a plan - it had to be admitted that, given the power of the remote place in the northeast corner of Amasir, it was really not worthy of the position of an ally of the elves.

But if he didn't speak up, it doesn't mean that no one will cater to his words. The door of the conference room opened at this moment, and a voice that sounded very spiritual filled the entire conference room in an instant:

"Atzke, they really think so, but sitting here and worrying about the information can't change the thinking of those rigid old antiques!"

Cyril turned his head and saw the owner of the voice - he was tall, with curly brown hair combed back, revealing a rough forehead.This is a square face that is not young. His eyebrows are extremely thick, and his blue eyes cannot hide his fatigue, but they are still very powerful. The deep dark circles under his eyes give him a sense of vicissitudes.His nose is like a hook, his lips are thin and sharp, and his thick beard extends to his temples.

An exquisitely crafted soft armor was supported by his thick muscles, showing a good sense of strength at all times. Every step he took was as stable as a mountain, as if he would not fall if he stood there.

This is obviously Baron Silikie, Duke O'Connor's fourth son, Gene O'Connor.

"Lord Lord." Azik subconsciously said, but after shouting, he realized that something was wrong, and couldn't help but glanced at Cyril, only to find that the half-elf boy picked up a piece of bark paper again, looked at it carefully, Didn't care about his name.

"Atzke, who is this? Why let him look at the results we have worked so hard for so long?"

"Ah, this is Cyril Adrian, it's..." Atzke was about to introduce him, but he found that he couldn't say the words "Earl Siliki" in front of Gene.

He was still hesitating, but he saw that Cyril had stood up and walked in front of Gene O'Connor.The half-elf boy has grown a lot since he first came to this world, but standing in front of Gene, who is over 1.9 meters tall, he still can only look up.

But there was no timidity in Cyril's eyes. He raised his chin a little and looked directly at Gene's heroic but irritable face. Before he could speak, he heard Gene speak first:
"Atzke! Why did you bring an elf back, Dan...Damn it, hey, you guys couldn't hold it anymore, did you finally think of asking us for help? Let me tell you, it's a dream!"

His face was full of fierceness, the hooked nose and thick eyebrows were easy to create a gloomy expression, and it was even more frightening under his anger.

But Jin immediately discovered that this little "elf" was not frightened by him at all, and there was only infinite calm in those green eyes.

Just like the sea of ​​forest swaying in the shallow wind, when he stood on the top of the mountain overlooking it, it was like layers of green waves being pushed by the wind, which gave people the feeling.

Then, the little elf spoke:

"I think before you regard the elves as enemies, should you learn more about them, instead of just making loud noises, you can't defeat your opponent with your voice."

"You!" Gene O'Connor frowned, but the little elf in front of him interrupted him:

"First, I'm not an elf. The lecturer knows that only half-elves can have such hair color. Your understanding of your neighbors is too shallow."

"Second, I don't call you hello. Atsk has already announced my name, Cyril Adrian."

"And, I am the Earl of Siliki, newly appointed by Solkonan, and from today onwards, this is my territory."

(End of this chapter)