Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 439 The fries at the store next door are half price
"Legion Commander? Legion Commander?"

Mrak's voice awakened Cyril, who was still immersed in that bold fantasy, and it was still a bit dazed to recover at this moment.

"I don't have much time to survive, so I have to hurry up."

"Then let's move on, I already have some guesses." Cyril calmed down and replied.

At this time, he already had some guesses about the origin of this "Forest of Dead Spiders", but he still couldn't judge what the people of Ao San Emma had done to be confident that they could purify such a forest that led to it. All degenerate items.

He didn't think that the people of Ao San Emma would be able to approach the island in the middle of the lake smoothly, and placing monsters in the lake was already their limit.But if relying solely on Alvin Bridges' personal force—although Cyril admitted that Alvin's force could indeed reach the top among the contestants, but just based on this...

He and Mrak took the time to move forward, and there were no mutant monsters in the overgrown plants, and it was not like what Cyril saw in the natural resonance, those natural things would resist themselves.

They even only need to use their swords to push away the thorns and vines blocking the way, and they can pass smoothly.

But the smoother the progress, the heavier Cyril's heart became. He only felt that this was the calm before the storm, or the last calm road before entering the gate of the final boss——

"arrive."

The spirit knight Mrak suddenly raised the giant sword in his hand, and after pushing away a huge leaf, the front suddenly opened up.When Cyril saw the scene in front of him, the expression on his face suddenly froze——

They seem to be standing on the blue green hill, looking around, the streams converge into a lake under the green hill, and there is an exquisite castle beside the lake...

That familiar appearance, even if Cyril had only lived there for less than a month, was enough to engrave it deeply in his memory.

He squinted his eyes, and could vaguely see a figure in a white dress drying clothes and quilts on the balcony on the second floor of the castle...

"Illusion, this is an illusion!"

Cyril immediately made a judgment. He turned his head to look at Mrak, only to find that the latter was already kneeling on the ground, and he was constantly laughing "hehe, hehe" under his visor.

"Mrak!"

Cyril let out a violent roar, Mrak trembled all over, and then said blankly: "League commander? Are you calling me? Wait, legion commander? What legion commander?"

But his whisper was too soft, and Cyril couldn't catch it in time.He gripped the long sword tightly, and the magic power was already accumulating, and at the same time he ordered: "Take your sword, and immediately cut in front of you!"

But the brilliant attack of the Spirit Knight did not start in time. Mrak held the sword in his hand with some difficulty, but muttered, "Cut in front of me? Cut in front of me?"

His voice suddenly became sharper, and then he shouted sharply: "No one wants to hurt Mandy, no one!"

Cyril's heart suddenly became alert, and then he stepped back, pulling away from Mrak who was too close, and the latter screamed, and then slashed at Cyril awkwardly with the sword in his hand, his posture was almost uncontrollable The giant sword of the spirit extinguishing legion's specifications almost threw the sword out of his hand.

But the loss of all his skills does not mean the loss of his strength. The hastily swung giant sword has a majestic wind and a fast speed. Cyril has no doubt that he will be cut in two by a single sword!
He immediately dodges and distances himself from Mrak again. At the same time, he flips the book of Heroic Spirits in his hands—even though Mrak is the top helper, before Cyril is not sure about waking him up , choosing to let go of the card rather than letting it become a distraction is the correct choice.

But when he looked up again, he found that the one in front of him was no longer Mrak, but...

"Hey, Adrian, the French fries in the store next door are half price, hurry up and buy them."

There was a hearty smile on that face, and two bags of French fries produced by the famous restaurant "Uncle David" in Solconen were in his hand.

Sunny Evans.

Cyril looked at the other party's appearance, still dressed in the same way as when he returned to Solkonan from Northern Xinjiang, his movements looked a little foolish, and he handed the steaming bag to himself with a relaxed face.

"Mr. Wei, dinner is ready... Ah, don't let Caroline see the snacks, otherwise she won't eat properly again."

Cyril looked sideways at the direction from which the female voice came from. The figure who was still busy on the second floor of the castle just now was standing beside him. The white robe could not hide her figure. The voice line makes people seem to be willing to completely fall into her warm robe after hearing a word.

Mia Christian.

The bag of French fries was about to be handed to him, and Mia beside him had already stretched out her hand towards his arm. It seemed so real before, but not so real——

Cyril admits that this is a very good illusion, but this illusion is also a failure.

He raised his hand, as if he was about to reach out to take the bag. Mia's voice was still urging, and Evans' laughter was still going on. The two voices were intertwined, almost occupying all of his thoughts——

But Cyril's movements suddenly stopped.

"Evans, I think you forgot one thing."

"Huh?" The fries stopped in the air.

"First, today is Thursday, and the discount is not French fries, but roasted chicken legs."

"Second, reading memory is like doing reading comprehension. Don't just scan for keywords and make a decision directly, because, in fact, you——haven't been a guest at Miss Mia's manor."

Evans' expression froze on that awkward smile, and then the wind whistled in his ears.

A cyan sledgehammer fell from the sky and smashed it flat. At the same time, the half-elf boy in front of him lifted the unclosed book, and the spirit knight Mrak, whose sword was standing still in front of Cyril, turned into a stream of light, and once again Not included in the book.

The surrounding scene was torn apart in an instant, the green hill disappeared, the lake disappeared, and the castle in the distance disappeared.

There was only a piece of pure green grass around, and in the center of the grass was a stone table, with several stone benches beside the stone table, and a bottle standing quietly on the table.

Cyril turned sideways again, and Mia Christian kept extending her hand, with that quiet and gentle smile still on her face.The flying wind blade didn't tear it apart, but avoided her lightly. The only one who was unlucky was Evans—although it was a fake.

"Do you still want to maintain this posture? Miss Mia." Cyril smiled, and after a pause, he asked in a puzzled tone: "Or... Ms. Gerstaff?"

"Mia" withdrew her hand: "Why not? I think this is the image you most want to see."

"Mia" suddenly licked her lips, staining those rosy lips with a layer of wet marks.

"How about just satisfying you?"

As she spoke, she opened her robe and stuck it on.

(End of this chapter)