Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 362

Chapter 40. Political Consciousness
"Then let's get down to business, you three. I want to know your views on the invasion of the dead from the north."

Cyril thanked Natasha, the battle doll maid who came over to refill tea and water, and continued to ask.

"If the undead come to us, I will definitely cut down those skeletons." Shell squeezed his hands together, making a clacking sound from his knuckles.

"What do you think? What do you think? When they come, it's over." Leonardo shrugged his shoulders—although this movement couldn't see any arc at all because of his armor.

"I asked Caroline to say more than you." Cyril laughed angrily, although he knew that there must be a big gap between "mercenaries" and regular legions in this regard, especially those in remote places. Mercenaries, but still feel speechless to the speech of the two.

A large part of determining the extent of a mercenary's knowledge comes from the missions they receive.At this time, the mercenary guilds in Derek Province and Judea Pass had issued many missions to hunt the undead, but Amasir had none at all.

This also determines the level of their so-called "political consciousness".

Only Atsk can come up with something decent: "What do you think about the invasion of the undead? That is too far away for us. As far as I know, the undead have not been able to break through the two important cities on the border so far, and because the North Due to the radiation effect of the Tower of Wind, they are also unable to advance the middle circle of the northern border, and the progress has completely stagnated..."

As he said, he asked Natasha on the side for a pen and paper, and started to write and draw:

"As far as La Rochelle's reserve strength is concerned, there is no problem in wanting to fight a protracted battle on the front line, and it is even possible to launch a counter-offensive after next spring..."

He listed the distribution of military forces from the northern border to the central part of La Rochelle almost instantly, and then drew several long arrows that Leonardo and the others could not understand. For some reason, he finally drew May To the north of the Terran Mountains, the extreme northern ice field went up, and the two of them were taken aback for a while.

But just when he was about to analyze further, Cyril reached out and pressed Atsk's pen:
"Okay, the analysis is very good, but there are some problems. One is that your information is a bit old, and the distribution of the legions is very different. And I don't know the policy recently implemented by the Kingdom. A large number of college students have been transferred to the south to go to sea. Kind of like that, but it's not important."

"And the second one is that you forgot one of the most important points."

He stared deeply at Atsk, and said softly: "All of this is based on the premise that there is no worry in the rear."

"Worry about the rear?" Azike was taken aback, but saw Cyril stand up, hands behind his back, and paced around the table:

"Let me tell you something, you can think it's a possibility, or you can think it's my imagination, a pure dream—"

"The two heavy cities successfully prevented the rapid advancement of the undead, but a few months later, the Tower of the North Wind, which radiated from the rear to the outer circle of the middle circle of northern Xinjiang, suddenly fell down."

"It's impossible!" Azik called out directly, "The Tower of the North Wind is the most famous mage tower in the Kingdom..."

"Don't worry, listen to me." Cyril interrupted him, "Then the heavy city fell, and then a large area of ​​northern Xinjiang fell, and the La Rochelle army that retreated to the inner circle of northern Xinjiang and Judea Pass persisted for a long time a period of time--"

"But then came the persistent drought, the lack of food supplies. Then came the man-made disasters—the rebellion in the south, the outrageous invasion of O'Santa Emma in the east—"

His voice stopped suddenly, but just these few words made Atsk almost stop breathing.

After a while, Atzke grabbed the cup, drank a few sips of water, and said hoarsely: "But all these are your assumptions—"

"Then add another premise." Cyril looked at him calmly: "I was able to become Earl of Siliki precisely because I came from the Tower of the North Wind."

"One chain after another, if I fail to obtain the merits of Earl Siliki, then next year you will hear the news of the collapse of the Tower of the North Wind, and all your ideas will follow the moment the Tower of the North Wind, the center of gravity, collapses. collapse."

Cyril sat down again, folded his hands on the table, and propped his chin.His soft ash-brown hair has a soft sheen in the sun, making him look like a cat taking a nap in the sun.

But what he said made people just want to respect him.

"Natural disasters may not necessarily come, but man-made disasters will definitely come. Whether it is the hidden disasters of the southern nobles, or the Orthodox Emma who is eyeing us in the east, and even counting our long-standing ally Palania, these are all in the rush. The scourge that's coming our way—so Atzke, Leonardo, and Schell trying to come out of nowhere."

"Now can you understand where my so-called sense of urgency comes from?"

After the young half-elf boy, the Earl Lord of Siliki, inexplicably felt a lot easier in his heart after speaking this long series of words-he swore that it was definitely not out of sharing the pressure he was under. Giving others bad pleasure, but the fact seems to be true.

There was no smile on Shell's face, and he rested his cheeks in deep thought.Leonardo leaned back slightly, while Atzke silently drew a huge cross at the Tower of the North Wind, then re-drawn a series of arrows, and finally sighed:
"You are right."

He moistened his throat, and then continued: "You said that Ossa Emma invaded, it is possible, but they will all choose to come from the Adelaide Sea, and they will not provoke the elves. And Palania, they are ours. A constant friend—”

He had just finished speaking, when suddenly the maid with a beautiful face but a cold expression, who was standing like a wooden stake, moved and said:
"Master, someone broke into the Lord's Mansion."

"Someone broke in? Didn't Romanus' naughty third sister climb over the wall to play?" Cyril stood up and asked.

"They've already come in, there are two of them in total, and they're approaching quickly..." When Natasha spoke, her body was slightly bent, and just as she spoke, her body shot out like an arrow, quickly Both Leonardo and Schell were a little unresponsive——

In their impression, this is obviously just a maid who can only pour tea like a stake, and they don't know where Cyril got it, it doesn't have any effect at all, but this speed!

The fluttering long skirt rolled over the surrounding flowers and plants, and the smoke and dust filled the air, but there was a loud crashing sound coming from outside the courtyard door!

And in the next second, the body of the maid named Natasha collided with a figure, knocking that figure to the ground, and was about to smash down with her raised fist——

"stop!"

　Thank you for the reward of 1700 starting coins from the Tangmen Infantry, and thank you for the reward of 3200 starting coins for the [-]-year trip to Bucktooth Rabbit, thank you!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)