Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 341 I Want It All
the enemy?friend?
This question was placed in front of Cyril, which made him hesitate.

Holding the sword, the half-elf boy waited for the follow-up from the descendant of the Vader family, but his mind was like a cocoon, and the corresponding information was spread out in front of his eyes——

Since the other party is a descendant of Duke Vader, it is obvious that they came here for these magic crystal mines. If this Mrs. Peg kills and wants to take all the magic crystals, then Cyril has no choice but to kill them all. mouth.

But the problem is that Mrs. Peg's goal is such a large batch of magic crystal mines, not a pile of Gentry.

The target is such a precious thing, but she only brought a retainer who was not very capable, and she waited for it for several years, unable to do it——

Then what kind of predicament should the "Vade family" she represents encounter, so that they can't even take down a group of petrified monitor lizards?
After sorting it out, Cyril had already made up his mind.He suddenly shook the long sword in his hand, put it back into the sheath, then made a way out, and stretched out his hand to lead in the direction of the tavern:

"Mrs. Peg, why don't we go to your tavern and sit down?"

The old lady Peg Wade, who was also in deep thought, was stunned for a while, apparently not expecting the other party to let go of her hostility so easily, and now she followed Cyril's steps, nodded and said softly:

"Since the Earl is willing to chat with us, let's go and talk."

Elena had doubts in her eyes, but followed Cyril to put away the sword in her hand.She took the lead to lead the way to the dilapidated wooden table, opened the chair for Cyril, and then guarded cautiously, staring at Burton Hawthorne who was opposite, and asked Mrs. Peg to sit down in the same way.

Mrs. Peg has been observing this young and frightening earl boy, and she has been muttering in her heart that this boy is probably not the king's illegitimate son, so he can be an earl-it can't be that La Rochelle is unavailable, he can only be an earl. Let this young man be the earl?
But she also has to admit that the other party does have certain abilities - he has excellent swordsmanship and strength, has certain insights, and at the same time has a certain emotional intelligence...

Maybe we can bring him over?

She was still thinking about it, but she heard Cyril's fingers tap twice on the table, and then a voice sounded:

"Since we've all sat down, there's no need to hide it in the middle of the night. Let's get straight to the point."

"Straight to the point, okay." Mrs. Peg nodded subconsciously, and heard Cyril continue to say: "Everything is easy to discuss, but you don't want to take away the magic crystal mine."

"It's easy to discuss, easy to discuss..." She still maintained that subconscious state, suddenly sensed something was wrong, and immediately slapped the table: "Wait, what did you say?"

And the old man beside her reacted much faster than her, and had already drawn out his long sword at this time.But Alina kept staring at Bolton, seeing that he had already unsheathed his long sword the moment he raised his hand, raised the frozen long sword, and pressed it against Mrs. Peg's cheek, and said in a low voice:
"Put down the sword!"

Mrs. Pegg's face was pressed against the cold sword edge, but she only frowned.She knew that the initiative was not on her side, so she could only say softly: "Hawthorne, listen to her, put down the sword."

"Ma'am, this..."

"I said put down the sword!" She raised her voice, and the old man behind her could only let go of her hand resentfully, letting the long sword fall to the ground.

Alina then moved the long sword away.Mrs. Peg touched her frozen cheeks, snorted lightly, and said:

"Count Adrian, you're straight to the point, don't open the door to the bedroom."

"It's better to be simple and direct. Some things are innate. Danya is watching you and me from above. She is kind and at the same time predestined the direction of our growth, just like I don't pretend to be confused."

Cyril spread his hands, with a natural smile on his face, which made people feel absolutely disgusted: "I killed the petrified monitor lizard, so these magic crystals are naturally mine."

He watched Mrs. Peg's face gradually gloomy, and her wrinkled face looked like a long-standing orange peel: "Count, let me call you Earl, please remember, there is no such thing as a hundred years ago. The Vader family doesn’t have the current Amathir, and you don’t have the position of Earl Siliki.”

"Oh?" Cyril leaned back instead, with a more relaxed expression on his face, "But Vader a hundred years ago belonged to La Rochelle, so who does Vader work for now?"

"You!" Bolton on the side shouted sharply, but Mrs. Peg waved her hand, forcing him to return to silence. Then the old lady took a few deep breaths and stretched out three fingers: "[-]% to [-]%, you take [-]%. "

What answered her was the silence of the young man, and the still natural, but inexplicably creepy smile that hung on his face.

So Mrs. Peg held out two more fingers: "Half and half, this is the limit."

Cyril kept smiling, reached out and untied the sword from his waist, and pressed it on the table.

"Half and half?"

He continued to stare at Mrs. Peg, watching the wrinkles on that face rolling in an unreasonable speed, and he seemed to be able to hear the grinding of her teeth.

"You take [-]%!" Mrs. Peg thumped the table angrily, her voice suddenly became sharp, "Don't go too far!"

And Cyril's expression finally changed.

He sighed softly, and gently pulled out the sword. The dull blade seemed ordinary, but it made Bolton tremble behind Mrs. Peg—he still remembered that the blade pointed at his pressure from time to time.

"Mrs. Wade, I said, I want it all."

Cyril tapped the table lightly with the other hand, one by one, and it seemed to be on Mrs. Peg's heart every time: "This is my trophy, you have no reason, just rely on a family from a hundred years ago. It's inappropriate to want to share so many names, right?"

Without giving Mrs. Peg a chance to speak, he stood up suddenly and spoke very fast: "According to what you said, the elves were the overlords of the continent in the second era. I am a half-elf, and as a descendant of elves, Nora's devout believer, these magic crystals belong to me—I say so, do you have the ability to refute?"

His hand holding the sword pressed heavily on the table, and the blue light flowed on the sword. The flash of light frightened Mrs. Peg to fall backwards, almost falling onto the grass.Bolton at the back hastily stretched out his hands to support the old lady's light body, straightened the chair, and helped her sit back on the seat.

After all this fuss, Pegg could no longer hold up any momentum.She looked at Cyril decadently, then at the sword in his hand, and said softly:
"One percent."

And Cyril's fingers tapped twice on the table again, his gaze followed the other's dodging gaze, and he said seriously:

"What I want is a reason."

(End of this chapter)