Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 471 Solkonan's Visitor

The evergreen broad-leaved plants swayed their branches in the wind that still carried residual heat, and this September in Amasir was hotter than in previous years.

The window of the carriage was open, the girl rested her face on her hands, her cheeks were half puffed out, her long brown hair fluttered in the light wind, and a few brisk notes leaked from her lips from time to time.

Opposite her was a woman with long, fluffy hair and luxurious clothes with her sleeves rolled up indiscriminately. She was writing and drawing on a book on her lap with her head down, showing no signs of behavior that should match her clothes. conscious.

Beside her, sat a smaller girl upright, wearing a big white lace hat, wearing the same luxurious dress, and wearing delicate leather shoes, out of reach. The floor of the carriage can only shake his legs back and forth with the shaking of the carriage.

"Sorkonan doesn't have such a long carriage." The girl whispered, looking back and forth curiously, "Did he come up with it?"

They boarded the carriage leading to Siliki at Mandekers Fort in the central part of Amasir. The carriage was long and wide, with eight wheels, and could accommodate nearly 20 people.The engraved magic circle on the carriage makes it easy to drive the carriage forward with only three horses.

This is a special carriage issued by the "Boyle Chamber of Commerce" in Silikie. There is no other version in circulation. At present, it seems that only the Fort Mandex-Siliche route has been opened.

"I think it must be." The girl said, the corners of her mouth could not help but curl up, and she put her other hand on her chest, stroking the blue jade pendant through her clothes.

However, the carriage was not fully loaded, and there were only seven people including them, three of whom were businessmen from the Boyle Chamber of Commerce, and the remaining one was a passenger like them.Wearing a simple black cloak, he leaned against the window with his arms folded and his head bowed, his black hair curled up wildly, and when he raised his head slightly, he could see the messy stubble.

And the merchants seemed to be talking about him too, and from time to time a voice came from the seat in front: "Look, is our Siliki's name so loud that homeless people come to join us?"

"I think more people will come to our Siliki soon!"

...Although it is very impolite, his appearance does not look much different from that of a tramp.

But even though the merchants' discussions were so open, the man dressed as a homeless man still didn't say a word.

The carriage moved forward smoothly and steadily all the way to the northeast.When I was in Philland, I had to slow down because of the muddy road caused by the continuous heavy rain a few days ago, but it didn't last long, and the carriage started to move smoothly again.

The ground under my feet turned into a flat avenue at some point, and there were neat street trees beside the road. From the gaps in the trees, I could see the farmland in the distance. The golden wheat waves swayed in the wind, which was obviously a sign of a bumper harvest.

"Why was it still a wilderness outside just now, and now it's all farmland? Where are we?" the girl asked the businessman in front, and the latter laughed and replied in a kind and brisk tone: "Just now That is the territory ruled by the third son of the Duke of O'Connor, but now it is the territory of our lord, the Earl of Silikie! Can it be the same!"

"I think so. To make the territory so beautiful, this lord must be very remarkable."

"Beautiful lady, you are too good at talking—haha, of course, it is true. If you want, I can tell you about his deeds..."

Then the heroic deeds of a certain young lord sounded in the carriage, how to outwit the Mufeng Festival, cleverly defeat the northerners, subdue the elves and recruit dwarves...

The girl secretly looked at the girl by the window, only to see that the corners of the latter's mouth curled up again, and his eyes seemed to be shining brightly.

The smooth road allowed the carriage to speed up wantonly, and it didn't take long for the carriage to arrive at their destination——

Silikie.

The moat is surrounded by a river outside the city wall, and the drawbridge is built over the river.The gates of the city were open at noon, and people were busy entering and leaving the city everywhere.

The carriage of the Chamber of Commerce seemed to have a special passage, and was not blocked by the people at the gate of the city, and drove straight into the city.The bustling street is full of the aroma of food, and it happens to be the time for lunch.

The girl's stomach growled suddenly, and she licked her lips greedily.The girl thought about it after reading it, and said to the businessman, "Let us get off here, my sister is hungry."

"Okay, it's fun in Siliki. If you have any troubles, you can come to our Boyle Chamber of Commerce, beautiful lady." The businessman replied with a happy smile.

"Then... I want to ask, where is the City Lord's Mansion?"

"Are you asking about the lord's mansion or the office hall?" The businessman pointed to the north: "There is a huge tree in the courtyard of the latter, while the former is a manor. Go straight there and you will know it when you see it."

"Thank you." The girl smiled sweetly, and turned to the woman seated opposite, "Mr. Lydia, we are getting off the bus."

"So fast..." The woman muttered in dissatisfaction, and with a wave of her hand, everything that was on her lap just now disappeared, leaving only a book under her arm, "Then hurry up, don't waste time. "

The girl carried the girl out of the car first, and when she was about to get out of the car, she heard the man dressed as a homeless man behind her suddenly speak in a low and soft voice:
"Miss, let me advise you a word."

"Huh?" The girl turned her head and looked at him suspiciously, but she saw an icicle in his hand, and she didn't know where it came from.

"Don't judge a stranger just because of other people's few words, learn more about it yourself."

She frowned, and before she could reply, the man had already got off the car door on the other side, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Weird." She muttered softly, then turned to look at the girl next to her, "What do you want to eat? But don't eat too much, I'll go eat with him later..."

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For Cyril, this day is not much different from other days.The ability of the people under him is so outstanding that he feels that as a lord, he is too fishy.

He yawned and listened to the meetings of the merchants of the Atsk, Jean, and Boyle chambers of commerce, which mainly focused on the launch of new carriages, the inflow of foreign personnel, and the use of new roads, without him needing to interject a word during the whole process.

The results are gratifying. The new carriage built by Cyril has been recognized by many other chambers of commerce. There are even merchants from Fort Mandekers who want to order such a long carriage.The influx of foreign personnel is also increasing. For this reason, Baron Jean specially recruited some people to do house registration and population registration, so as to facilitate the statistics of Siliki's personnel.

After seeing off the merchants, Cyril stretched his waist and was about to go to Caroline for lunch when the door of the meeting room was pushed open, and the guard came in and said, "My lord, someone is looking for you."

"Looking for me?" Cyril froze for a moment.

"Claims to be from Solkonan."

"Solkonan?" Atsk and Gene cast their gazes on Cyril at the same time.Cyril pondered for a moment, then waved his hand to signal the guards to retreat.

"It seems that we are busy again." Cyril sighed, "I don't know who Solkonan sent to monitor us."

I have to go back to the previous Wind-Blood Festival—their ostentatious behavior at the Wind-Blow Festival made Duke O’Connor notice them, so he wrote a letter to Solconan specifically, asking him to send someone to deal with the matter. Help Siliki's "troubles".

The Boyle Chamber of Commerce has recently received the news that the so-called "Silikit Supervisory Envoy" is about to arrive, and Cyril and others have already made preparations for this.

Mainly in terms of urban construction, they must appear to be thriving, definitely not like a group of nouveau riche who have made a fortune, and give the inspector an excellent first impression.No matter how poorly Duke Ren O'Connor described them, seeing such a well-developed border town would definitely give them extra points in his heart.

The second is how to euphemistically express the potential troubles in Palania in the north-as for this, it is up to Mrs. Peg and Beowulf the barbarian to testify.

Of course, the more critical point is who is the inspector sent.It stands to reason that the candidates in charge of this aspect of the kingdom all have certain strengths, but occasionally there will be some pure civil servants.I don't know if the Kingdom will send all those inspectors who can fight to the north under the current situation of turmoil in the north, and send them a civil servant to check the accounts.

Although now that Cyril has broken through to the professional level, he is not so afraid of the Blue Wing Mage Group, and he can solve it by himself.

Of course, one more thing to worry about is whether the other party is pro-Southern or pro-princess—everyone in Solkonan knows that he is Cyril Adrian, and the youngest Earl Siliki is a man of the princess.

If it was sent by the pro-Southern to put on shoes for him, even if there is an external crisis to alleviate, troubles will inevitably occur.

"Ready to welcome guests." He said in a deep voice, and then quickly walked into the empty room next door. After thinking for a while, he picked out the dress that Miss Mia had bought for him.

This is the best attire he can wear to welcome guests. The other party is the inspector from Solconan, and most of them are nobles, so they can't be inferior in terms of etiquette.

The one who entered the cloakroom was still a lord in ordinary clothes, but when he came out, he turned into a handsome young man in elegant clothes.The tight clothing outlines his figure, tall and slender, and with that handsome face, any girl wants to put his shoulders on his shoulders and dance with him.

"Okay, please come in." He returned to the conference room, greeted the guards, and then stood at the door to welcome him.

It didn't take long to hear footsteps coming from the stairs.There was a relaxed smile on Cyril's face, while Atsk and Baron Jean behind him were cautious as if they were facing an enemy, as if the footsteps were not visitors, but a scourge from somewhere.

But listening to it, Cyril suddenly felt something was wrong.

The sound of footsteps was not as he had imagined. First, there were two different footsteps besides the guards. Secondly, the footsteps were too brisk, and it was hard to hear the footsteps that a warrior with sufficient strength should have— —

Could it be that Solkonan really sent me someone to check the accounts!
While he was muttering, the guard had already arrived at the door, bowed to him and said, "My lord, the honored guest has arrived."

"Okay." Cyril took a step forward and was about to meet him, but he heard the footsteps suddenly become faster, and then a soft and warm body had already thrown himself into his arms——

His body froze all of a sudden, and he could feel two lumps of softness on his chest under the light texture of the dress.What he smelled in his nose was a strange but familiar, faint aroma, which he could often smell in the past.

Cyril turned his head slightly and saw the familiar long brown hair.

Ah, it's her, it's her——

Mia Christian, I finally see you again.

"Mr. Wei, I finally arrived at your side."

The girl's voice was crying with excitement, and Cyril's hands stiff in the air finally responded at this moment. He gently hugged the girl's body, and his pointed ears were slightly red under the girl's warm breath.

He put his cheek against hers, shaking it back and forth, without going any further, just hugging her tenderly.

Atsk and Baron Jean behind him were completely dumbfounded. They looked at each other in blank dismay, but anyone with a brain would not bother the lord at this time.They turned their gazes to the door, only to see a petite girl holding the door, looking inside cautiously, and immediately shrank her head back when she saw them.

The expressions of the two people became more and more weird, communicating with their eyes and mouth:

"How old is Lord Lord?"

"I remember like... 15 years old? Almost 16 years old?"

"Then why are daughters so old?"

Mia kept her eyes tightly closed to prevent tears of excitement from pouring out of her eyes.In the boy's warm embrace, she finally suppressed the burning desire—God knows how long the short stairs to the second floor are, and she felt that every step before seeing Cyril, she They are all heavy and ready to fall into the abyss at any time.

But now I finally saw it, finally saw it——

She opened her eyes, and suddenly realized that there were outsiders watching - the two people behind Cyril were obviously thinking about her relationship with Cyril, which made her blush, and quickly loosened her grip on Cyril's neck hands.

It was only then that Mia realized that Cyril seemed to be a little taller, and when she got close to him, the air seemed to be much fresher, and she felt refreshed with every breath.

And Cyril also realized that there were two guys in the way behind him.He let go of the hand holding Mia, coughed twice, turned around and introduced to the two people behind:

"This is Mia Christian, a very important partner of mine. She came from Salconan to help us."

"Yeah, yes, yes, we all understand." Atzke and Baron Jean glanced at each other, then nodded frantically, "I didn't expect the supervisor to be known by the lord, that would be so easy— —”

Unexpectedly, Mia immediately made a strange voice: "Huh? Supervisor? What supervisor? I am not."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a sudden noise from the stairs behind her. Along with the guard shouting "Who are you, you can't go in", a footstep approached quickly, and then stopped behind Mia.

When Cyril saw the owner of the footsteps, he immediately narrowed his eyes.

Black robe, slender figure, weird hairstyle.

La Rochelle's Mad Dog, Darrow Ruskin.

　Mia!She is coming!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)