Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 578 Angels
Meterbury.

The absolute center of the south of La Rochelle, where the main branch of the South Pepeha River diverges and meets the Tonghai River, which is also north-south, and confluences into the Hough River, which leads directly to one of the largest ports, Raab Port. The La people, and Metepolis, was originally one of the largest settlements of the Vila people.

Just like all the Vila people's residences, there are vast plains and hills, with bright sunshine, and rice grows in large areas, whether it is spring or autumn, whether it is green or golden, it is perfect scenery.

The most mellow wine is hidden in the cellars of the Vila people. The wine pulp is clear yellow, and when it is quickly poured into the glass, it will foam about half a glass.

It is said that the southern aristocrats fought several wars with the Vila people in the early years when they pioneered the South. It was not until the two sides negotiated peace that the southern aristocrats cooperated with the Vila people on the premise of retaining the autonomy of the Vila people. Journey to the South.

Aside from the fact that the southern aristocrats are now dominant in the south and almost independent, the history of their development of southern Xinjiang 400 years ago is also very magnificent.

In the south where there are many small collars, Meterbury is the rare and largest collar, including more than a dozen cities, and its bustling scale is far better than that of Mandex, which is almost the same size in the east of Amasir. fort.

The base camp of the Duke of Marcellus is in the center of Meterbury, Angels.

Some people call Angels the "Solconan of the South", because she is indeed prosperous and is the absolute commercial and political center of the entire South.At the same time, she also gathered the most powerful teachers in the south. The two towering mage towers, "Bird Tower" and "Pingye Tower" are symbols of her strength.

Angels is located in the place where Cyril must go south. Although Anastasia Herman has obvious differences with the southern nobles, and Duke Marcellus himself has some conflicts with Cyril— —

Perhaps the Duke of Marcellus himself is too forgetful, but in April last year, on the long road to the palace, a young man rubbed against the young man who he expected to gain a firm foothold for the southern nobles in other regions, and took away Take the position that should belong to them.

It's just that as the southern envoy sent by Sol Conan, whether Cyril wants to or not, he will have to go to Angels and meet the current real power in the south.

Albert Marcellus.

"Does he have any achievements?" Mia was not interested in this name, even though it represented the only duke in the south.

"Too many to count." Cyril said, "Maybe he is the person who knows how to fight at sea in the whole of the south... no, in the whole of La Rochelle. He is 87 years old, and he commanded the single ship when he boarded the ship for the first time at the age of 13." Destroyed the pirate attack, was already the commander-in-chief of the Southern Whale Fleet at the age of 23, and defeated the invasion of Saint Emma many times..."

"As well as the route to Xin'aowei Port, he also opened up it all by himself. It can be said that in his hands, the overall strength and influence of the South has improved several levels compared to 100 years ago."

Cyril listed the known news, and he couldn't help but admire it.

Over the past hundred years, those who have been able to sit on the "Duke" of La Rochelle and lead a party are all those who have achieved fruitful results and outstanding strength.

Even the seemingly most innocuous Duke of Amasir, Darcy O'Connor, had great achievements in quelling the monster riots and repelling Ost Emma in the Adelaide Sea.

"I'm not interested in this kind of duke." Misha held her chin and looked at the scenery outside the window. "I would like to know how the wheat they planted grows so tall."

"Ah, Miss Misha, I'm also curious about this!" Cecilia said excitedly when she heard the words. She had been paying attention to the wheat fields in Metbury.It is now March, and the spring plowing season has just passed, but the tip of the wheat outside can already poke a person's waist, and I don't know how tall it has grown.

"The Valar people are also a race favored by Nora." Cyril said with a smile, "Maybe they prayed for Nora's gift, so the food can be harvested every time?"

It was already the third day after they entered Meterbury Territory. They only resupplied in villages and towns along the way, and did not enter the cities along the way.

The fact that "Solconant sent southern patrols to uncover the huge slave smuggling case of the Romanus family" has been thoroughly exposed. Under the deliberate propaganda of the Northern Alliance, the Romanus family has become a complete scapegoat.

In the description of the case, there is no trace of the North Alliance. It only says that the Romanus family bought half-orcs from the Port of New Orves as slaves, and transferred them to La Rochelle for auction. He has many insidious means of acting and has escaped the inspection of the Northern Alliance, which has no knowledge of the Northern Alliance.

The Romanus sisters did not shy away from these news at all, but were deeply immersed in them when they passed by those taverns and listened to the people in the taverns describing what happened in Rotland. God knows how much those mercenaries and adventurers heard. The most outrageous one is "The young earl became so angry that he turned into a beauty, and razed the entire Romanus manor to the ground with a single sword".

But no matter what kind of adaptation, the daughters of the Romanus family took refuge in the young earl, and Cecilia didn't get a good look from the mage for several days.

And even at the end of the Northern League’s bulletin, they praised the young earl by the way, praised him for his wisdom and courage, and called on the nobles in the south to take the initiative to cater to the special southern patrol to facilitate his work and so on.

The attitude is quite clear.

Cyril couldn't understand the North Alliance's behavior very well. They first made it clear that whoever had an accident afterwards would be "at their own risk" and had nothing to do with the North Alliance.

But in private, with the former chamber of commerce being completely wiped out by Cyril and the matter of the Romanus family, the Northern Alliance Chamber of Commerce will definitely conduct an assessment on the suspect and then give him some rights.

"When you arrive in Angels, don't mention bad things about Duke Marcellus... It's better not to mention it at all, just eat and drink." Cyril thought, and added, "Many people in the south are very fond of Marcellus. The Duke has a kind of crazy admiration, and once he hears bad things, he may not know where to trip you up."

"We won't stay longer in Angels, we will definitely leave within two days." Cyril thought, and couldn't help but sneer, "It is estimated that Duke Marcellus and the people of the North Alliance are not happy to see me staying in Angels Ernes, I wish I could be sent to the southern port."

During the days of rushing, Cyril became more and more familiar with the knights of the Assault Knights.He found that this group of young knights had something that the commander of the legion wanted so much: they were very strong.

Almost every time the meal was served, or when Cyril stepped out of the carriage, there would be knights looking at him, and would stop him whenever they found an opportunity, and ask some practical combat skills. Once Cyril answered, the knights who got the answer would immediately stop eating. , I ran to the side and practiced quietly by myself.

Although the intensity of the training hadn't reached the level that when Siliki was just starting out, those soldiers practiced to death as long as they couldn't die, but these knights had already demonstrated their ability to adapt to Siliki's style.

This made Cyril slightly tempted by these knights, and a little bit wanted to take them into his command.

Astrologer Greely Stard has tried several times to divination in the southern waters recently, but the results he got are not optimistic.The feedback includes waves and thunder, which are all symbols of extremely bad weather when going out to sea.

It was nearly mid-March when the convoy came to Angels and saw the towering city walls, which were almost comparable to those of Solkonan.

"The tower of birds, I remember it should be a mage tower specializing in atmospheric spells?"

"It should be said that their main research direction is wind elements and summoned creatures. Unfortunately, this does not match my direction." Su Geer shrugged and said helplessly, "When I applied for further training in the Mage Tower I've considered the Tower of Birds, but I'm an expert in the element of thunder, and I'm going in a very wrong direction..."

"You also know that you are very biased." Cyril complained. With Su Geer's alienated lightning spell, it is almost impossible to arrange it as a firepower position in the traditional sense on the battlefield.

After all, the thunder and lightning spells focus on a ferocious and violent area with a large area, and a thousand or eight hundred thunderbolts will strike down in an area. Regardless of whether you can jump or carry it, you have to shed a layer of skin first.

I don't know which brain circuit of Su Geer on this world line is cramped, so he went to such a tricky "focus, reach the peak" magic route, and even broke through the professional level in advance——

Of course, there is no need for a professional-level mage to be placed in the "fire position".

"The other towers of Hirano..." Sugel slammed his mouth, "They specialize in magic circles, and almost all the scrolls of magic circles you can see on the market are related to the Tower of Hirano— —Their magic circle scrolls are also the best sellers.”

He shook the wine glass in his hand. The wine glass was transparent, and he could clearly see the clear liquor in the glass and the small bubbles floating upwards.

"But having said that, Earl Adrian, is it necessary to leave the team and enter Angels first? This is not the territory of Saint Emma, ​​so be cautious..."

"The Northern Alliance has been waiting for us to arrive. Going with the convoy represents the official status. Every word and deed has to be watched by others, and it is inconvenient to move." Cyril ate the last piece of crispy wild boar on the plate , wiped his mouth, "What's more, I still have to recruit people."

"You want to recruit again?" Su Geer was surprised.

"Is it strange to recruit people?"

"I feel like you're always recruiting." Su Geer raised his eyebrows, "Our team doesn't lack anything..."

"They're all landlubbers, don't forget we're going to sea."

"Isn't there that ascetic monk from Port New Orway? Every day he chases horses on foot and runs barefoot. I feel his feet hurt when I look at him."

"You also know that he is an ascetic monk, so be prepared for him to swim behind the boat." Cyril said with a smile, "We lack a useful navigator."

"navigator?"

"If you expect the southern aristocrats to arrange such skilled crews for us, that's just a dream." Cyril spread his hands, "If I make any trouble in Angels, I'm afraid the ship will be shut down within three days of going to sea. Quietly smashed a hole."

"Then why don't you charter a boat yourself and recruit a group of good sailors. For example, the Black Rose, the Black Pearl, and the Silent Mary—"

"We went to sea as an official La Rochelle, not to be pirates." Cyril rolled his eyes, "Let's go, drink somewhere else."

"Change place?"

Su Geer got up following Cyril and walked out of the tavern.He followed the boy around in the busy alleys of Angels, until he saw the boy knocking on the wall repeatedly, and then opened a door out of thin air——

"Hey, are you really coming to the South for the first time?" Su Geer was dumbfounded, watching Cyril raise the curtain and push open another door inside, the noise immediately swarmed into his ears.

"It's true, it's my first time here."

"Then how did you find such a ghostly place? Don't tell me that you went to the city to ask for directions, we have been walking together just now!"

"Talk from experience." Cyril said, suddenly showing a surprised look.

"What's the matter?" Sugel asked in a low voice, followed Cyril to probe in.

Inside the door is also the display of the tavern, which is even larger than the big tavern I stayed in before.

But what's interesting is that to the left of the door is the normal, bustling wine table area, with flickering lights on the strip dance floor, and beautiful girls swinging their breasts, letting the drinkers below splash their drinks on their already soaked, transparent almost Can be seen all over the body on the dress.

On the right side of the door, there was no sound.

The tables merged into a row, and people lined up in a long line at the table, and the line folded in three in the re-changing space, almost reaching the door.

"Hey, are you here for drinking or divination? For drinking, go to the left, and for divination, go to the right and line up, waiting for that witch..." The short bartender stepped forward and was called away by a drinker without saying a word. up.

"Divination? The tavern still provides this kind of service?" Su Geer asked curiously, "I should have called Greeley here."

He stood on tiptoe and probed the ground, and could vaguely see a long horizontal table at the end of the line, a black hat was shaking, and a long bird feather was inserted into the tip of the hat, which was obviously what the bartender was talking about. "Witch".

"Adrien, do you want to go? The line is so long—" Su Geer was talking, but he heard the young man who had been silent for a while speak hesitantly:
"I... seem to have heard that divination voice."

The wind listening technique allowed him to easily hear the unique voice responsible for divination. At this moment, the high-pitched, but not annoying voice is singing in tune:

"They all think you're successful, but you're such a hopeless wretch. Your teacher admires you, but he steals your research grades; Gentle and charming~”

While singing, he saw a middle-aged mage wearing a mage robe covering his head, screaming and leaving the team. He bumped his foot against the stool and fell to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

And the singing ended with a faint, seemingly boring sigh.

"Next," said the voice.

　It is indeed a character who has appeared in the past!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)