Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 402 Misha's Approach

The fact that Aris of the Yingpu Clan suffered a big loss at the White Pine Clan was not covered up. After all, although the loyal Pegasus Mayano successfully carried his master back, he flew back all the way. But it was almost a low-altitude flight, witnessed by countless elves.

For this reason, the Yingpu clan could hardly hold their heads up for the next two days.

But Aris still has some brains after all. He backhandedly released the news of the collusion between the White Pine Clan and the Osan Emma people, which also aroused a wave of excitement for a while.

This was supposed to be the best opportunity to form a gang, but the "Qingxinzi" clan itself did not have enough prestige, and this time the people who fought were mainly foreign humans, and it was difficult to gain favor among the Exivan elves, so Cyril and others People choose to wait and see what happens.

When the competition for the Mufeng Festival officially begins, conflicts between clans will break out, and the strengths and weaknesses of all parties will also surface. At that time, it is time for them to enter the field and choose allies.

However, it is worth mentioning that the Yingpu clan has a higher opinion of Siliki.Although Aris was unwilling to come, he asked his elves to share information several times.

On Cyril's side, he finally decided on the policy of "can't give up fighting for Mufenghua". This point was won by everyone because of Cyril's "the protection of the God of Nature can bring a huge grain output to Siliki." passed unanimously—

Although it's not them who are responsible for fighting in personal projects.

Time passed extremely quickly, a day and a half passed in the blink of an eye, and the next day would be the official start of the Mufeng Festival.

Siliki's soldiers were racing against time to practice. Based on the information shared by the Yingpu clan, Azike formulated two new sets of tactics overnight, which required them to master them.Officers like Rhodes, Leonardo, and Shell naturally couldn't play fish and be lazy, so they had to lead the team to practice.

However, the Congye clan seemed to be going too far at this time. They temporarily "recovered" Memphis, leaving only "Ino", a member of the patrol team, to lead the training for Cyril and the others.

From this point of view, in terms of archery, Cyril probably has little hope of winning a Wind-Wearing Flower.

At night, the sky was dark, and the soldiers went to rest after dinner, and the courtyard quickly fell silent.

Cyril stood at the window, looking at the huge tree of life not far away.Although the natural power in it is far inferior to Nora's revived "Eternal Tree", the breath it exudes also makes people feel extremely comfortable physically and mentally. Just looking at the swaying leaves, one can feel a unique tranquility .

Until the door behind him was knocked lightly.

"Please come in."

Cyril turned around and saw Miss Misha's slender figure squeezed in through the opening of the door, and then closed the door softly.She changed into a white nightgown—this kind of color is not common on her body. Miss Elf usually wears dark green or dark brown robes, which are the colors often worn by priests among Nora believers. Or match the color of the bark.

Barefoot, she walked silently on the soft carpet, and stood beside Cyril.He turned his head to look, only to find that Miss Misha had pulled up her long golden hair and simply coiled it behind her head, thus revealing her slender and white neck, and her side face was intact because there were no scattered hairs covering it. The ground was exposed in Cyril's sight.

There is not the slightest blemish on her profile face, and the curves look tender, but unfortunately tonight it is dark and there is no moonlight, otherwise her face would be as white and tender as milk when it fell on her face.

"What's the matter?" Cyril withdrew his gaze and looked out of the window again.

Miss Elf was still holding the big book in her arms, she nodded her head lightly, but shook her head again, and finally said: "You chose to collect Mufenghua in the end."

"Collecting Mufenghua is beneficial and harmless." Cyril responded, "The only disadvantage I can think of is perhaps having some grudges with the clan that we robbed Mufenghua from. Misha has What do you want to say?"

He turned his head to look again, but saw that the elf's eyes were falling on his face, and he did not avoid it. Following his sideways head, the eyes of the two collided.

But Miss Elf didn't look away at all, and there seemed to be an emotion of "relief" in the blue eyes that were common to elves, as blue as the sky.

"I am very happy."

she said softly.

Cyril was stunned.

He originally thought that Miss Misha would say something else, but he didn't expect it to be just a short sentence.

"Why are you happy? Is it because the Qingxinzi clan has a chance to get Nora's protection?" He said jokingly with a stiff face.

But Misha didn't seem to hear what he said.She stared at the green eyes of the half-elf boy, looking for her figure reflected in them:

"I once thought that I deviated from the beacon Nora gave me, so I embarked on a distant journey. I didn't know until I met you in the north. I never deviated."

"Ah?" Cyril was taken aback again, "What does this mean?"

"What do you mean? I don't know the details." Misha shook her head, "I am a nature priest, and every nature priest has its own mission. It is said that the lucky ones can hear Nora's oracle."

"And I was lucky enough to hear it."

Misha's eyes suddenly widened, she turned completely sideways, and then took a step towards Cyril, reducing the distance between the two to a very close level.He could feel her breath, he could feel the temperature of the body wrapped under the white dress, he could smell the snow-white neck, or the delicate collarbone, or the fragrance from the depths below... …

But her voice is even more alluring than her breath and body——

"I followed the miracle she left behind. There was a dim lamp in the mist, flickering faintly. It told me that I should find you and act with you. Mu Feng Jie—no, Mu Feng Wind Corolla, that is very important to you, you must get it, my fellow clan."

Unknowingly, Cyril's body leaned back slightly, and was forced to be on the table, while Misha's knees were pressed close and pressed against the edge of the table.

With a warm temperature, her hands gently rested on Cyril's cheeks, almost holding his face, and the tips of her noses almost touched - only Cyril was left in her blue eyes that day. Er's green eyes, and the latter as well.

"Promise me, you must have it, my kind."

After she finished speaking, she seemed to have lost all her strength, her whole body went limp, and she stumbled back, holding on to the window to stabilize her figure.

And Cyril looked at her with wide eyes, his chest heaving violently unconsciously.

After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief, moved his gaze away from Miss Elf's disheveled dress, and looked out of the window again.

Black clouds billowed outside the window.

"It is going to rain."

He said.

(End of this chapter)