Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 620 Mutual Computation
Sandy Marion paced back and forth in the room.

There is an unopened bottle of red wine on the table, and two goblets face each other.The wet hand cloth was on the shelf of the cart, not for himself.

He frowned, opened the door from time to time and looked outside, and looked down from the window from time to time—but from the height of the fourth floor, he could only see the crowds of guards from the Harbor Sanctuary gathered below. It made him even more uneasy.

Could it be that it was exposed?
Since the morning, several houses that welcome guests have been raided by Sea God Guards, but he hasn't heard a word of it.

The person he was waiting for never came.

"It's better, it's better not to be exposed, but if it is exposed..." He muttered to himself, turning around and going back to the door from the window, but he vaguely caught a glimpse of a black shadow flashing from the corner of his eye.

Sandy Marion immediately turned back and stared at the direction where the shadow had just flashed past—it was outside the window, a place about ten meters high on the fourth floor, and there was nothing.

"Probably some kind of bird."

He sighed softly, turned around and was about to move forward when a bright sword blade was already on his neck.

Sandy Marion's expression changed suddenly, he didn't even raise his eyes to see who was holding the sword, he opened his mouth and wanted to shout: "Save—"

But just as his voice came out, the other hand of the person in front of him clasped in the air, and he realized that his voice had disappeared.

He looked at the person in front of him in horror, his face was not covered in any way, he had an ordinary appearance, his brows and eyes were full of suspicion, a black cloth strip was tied on his forehead with a red line drawn in the middle - seeing this cloth At the moment of the bar, Sandy Marion immediately understood the identity of the other party:
"Are you from the Parsons Party?"

He asked hastily, but found that he still didn't have the right to speak, and his voice disappeared in an instant.

The sword was pressed against his neck, and the person in front of him turned his head slightly, signaling him to walk towards the table.Sandy Marion could only do so in panic, until he was seated at the table, the man withdrew his sword, and then the space around him seemed to twist.

"You can speak."

The man sat down naturally, then crossed the long sword, and slashed it smoothly and lightly—the neck of the red wine bottle suddenly fell on the table, and the purple wine syrup splashed half of the table as the neck of the wine bottle rolled.

Sandy Marion had goosebumps all over his back—if he had disobeyed the other person, it might have been his head and neck, not the bottle, that would have rolled on the table.

And the other party's hand was reaching out to him at this moment.

He looked at the hand uneasily, and tentatively shook it lightly, but the kidnapper who seemed to be quite "high class" immediately withdrew his hand, picked up the wet cloth in the washbasin on the cart, and wiped it on his hand. After wiping, he said slowly:
"Marinette Iger. You may call me Sir Iger."

"I... Sir Iger." Sandy Marion watched tremblingly as Marinette Iger wiped the cloth from the blade of the sword - even though it wasn't stained with a drop of wine.

"Thank you." Marinette Iger naturally picked up the wine bottle, poured himself a full glass, poured another for Sandy Marion, and then picked up the wine glass and touched it lightly.

Sandy Marion finally realized at this moment that it was time for him to seize the time to ask questions, and he hurriedly said: "Are you from the Parsons? Let me explain first, I don't know what happened to Saxon, I Waiting for him to come—"

The person in front of him raised his finger and shook it slightly at him, forcing him to shut up.

He silently watched the other party sip the red wine, and squinted his eyes to enjoy it for a while, then said slowly:

"Mr. Marion, are you very dissatisfied with the reward His Bishop promised you?"

"Your Majesty the Bishop..." The corners of Marion's eyes twitched undetectably, and then he lowered his voice, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know." Marinette still maintained his unhurried pace, "But I know you don't want to die here, you want to live, and you want to be re-elected consul smoothly, right?"

Before Marion could answer, he saw the other party raised the sword in his hand again, as if looking at it carefully, and murmured:
"You'd better think about what you want and what His Majesty the Bishop can give you. I won't force you to answer, but if you do, I hope you will be honest."

Marion looked at the sword, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said dryly: "Yes, Sir Iger... I want to be re-elected... His Majesty promised me that he would clear the way for me, but the current situation... "

"He didn't fulfill his promise, did he?" Marinette Iger looked directly at Sandy Marion, making the gradually fat middle-aged man's shrinking eyes unable to avoid his gaze, "But what about you?" ? Did you fulfill your promise perfectly?"

"I...Of course I made it!" Sandy Marion suddenly couldn't help but exclaimed, "I did my best to complete everything and collected all the materials he asked for, which is a big deal. A sum of money, I lost a lot!"

He didn't notice Iger's slightly narrowed eyes, and Iger continued to ask: "Have you really done everything? There is no moisture in the material?"

"I, I, I..." Sandy Marion wanted to answer confidently, but when he saw the eyes of the person in front of him, he felt that his heart seemed to have been completely seen through by the other person——

The deal between him and His Majesty was originally kept absolutely confidential, and he never even told Ivan Saxon, but how did the Marinet Iger, who was suspected of being a "Pyson Party" in front of him, know all about it? ?

But he didn't realize that Marinette Iger never mentioned the details, and all the words were spoken by himself——

His dodging eyes caught a glimpse of the sword again, which made him swallow his saliva again, and then he stammered and replied: "Yes, there is a little moisture...but, but the Harbor Temple does not pay a penny, I What kind of a fool is trying to save all the materials for him?"

Marinette Iger's eyes narrowed again.

He lowered his head calmly, gently stroked the edge of the sword in his hand, stretched his voice again, and said slowly:

"Mr. Marion, you lied to me again, it seems that you don't trust my sword..."

While he was speaking, the long sword in his hand suddenly turned into a gleam of cold light, which flashed across Marion's eyes.Marion closed his eyes tightly in fright, only felt a chill on his scalp, and then the fine hairs fell off one by one, falling on his nose, face, and eyelids.

He opened his eyes, and saw that Sir Egger had already pinched the wine glass again, and when he reached out to touch the top of his head, there was clearly a piece of hair missing——

"This time it's hair, what's next time, I don't know."

The threatening voice seemed to come from hell, which made Sandy Marion shudder. He gritted his teeth hard, and finally whispered:

"I couldn't find the 'Mist Corpse' he asked me to find... What the hell is this 'Misty Fog'? It's thicker and lighter. I couldn't see it even after thinking about it, so I lied about the amount..."

But then his voice became louder again, and he said confidently: "Besides, this mist of loss has made the sea like that. In case, I mean, in case the bishop can't recover, wouldn't the entire Port of New Orville be destroyed?" Suffering? As the consul of New Orway Port, of course I have to make long-term considerations for New Orwell Port—"

"But Mr. Marion, the fog outside is so thick that it's almost covering Euph's Island."

"This is different. This is only one-fifth of the concentration of the lost fog. You can still see the sea clearly with only the 'fog repellent lights'."

"It seems that Mr. Marion has long been prepared to guard against the crown?"

"Hehehe, if you want me to be taken advantage of, of course I have to be on guard—Sir Iger, I will tell you clearly that all the ships of the Second Navy in Port New Orway have recently been replaced with fog lights. It can still maintain combat power in the fog."

Even though Marion had deliberately suppressed it, his beaming expression revealed that he was extremely proud of his arrangement.

And Marinette Iger looked at his expression and sighed secretly.

What a contradictory person this is - he is afraid of the bishop, but he is unwilling to be plucked by the bishop; he wants to be re-elected, but he doesn't want to pay a sufficient price.

But I have to admit that his ability to "conceal" is indeed very good, and the response he made made him always have the hole card in his hand to deal with the crisis.

Otherwise, he would not have the ability to be re-elected as the consul of Xinaowei Port.

Marinette Egger—Cyril Adrian mentally revised the original plan.

He originally wanted to use a threat to see what kind of attitude Sandy Marion had towards this matter, so as to decide whether to absorb him as his reinforcements and find a way to break through.

But the rewards were much more than expected——Sandy Marion simply blew himself up, letting him know that the materials needed for Bishop Stanley Clemens' plan were all passed through Sandy Marion. hand.

And Sandy Marion made a fuss about the materials, directly leaving a way out for himself, so as to gain a certain right to fight against the Harbor Temple.

If, as he said, the Second Navy of New Aowei Harbor has all been refitted with "fog repellent lights" that can be used for its navigation in the fog, then this fleet should already be sailing on the sea, waiting to deal with it. down variable right?
Cyril had to lament the ability of these Xinaowei Hong Kong people to calculate each other: Sandy Marion calculated harshly on materials for his own benefit;
In order to achieve his goal, it is unknown how much the bishop has paid now, but one candidate, Ms. Dolores, has been killed first, and Julius Levi, a high-ranking member of the temple, also died at the hands of Ivan. Hand of Saxony.

So……

Wait a minute.

Alvin Saxon, the most important Alvin Saxon, which party should he take orders from now?

On the surface, Cyril was coping with Sandy Marion's words, but his heart had set off a huge wave.

Alvin Saxon, he should be regarded as Sandy Marion's chess piece, although this chess piece is not obedient, and wants to get more and stand on a higher position——

But at this moment, he became Marcus Scotto, mingled in the high-level of the Harbor Temple, and even killed Julius Levi.

The promise made by Bishop Stanley Clemens to Sandy Marion is to eliminate those who might interfere with his re-election, so Ivan Saxon's Marcus Scotto is this executor of promises.

Obviously, the bishop was well aware of Alvin Saxon's involvement and acquiesced to his actions.

But doesn't this just show that Alvin Saxon doesn't seem to be just a pawn of Sandy Marion and some dignitaries in Port New Orway, but also has an affair with the Harbor Temple?
If you want to talk about the relationship between Alvin Saxon and the Harbor Temple, it goes back more than [-] years ago, when he was adopted by Saintess Clauris Benjamin——

The more Cyril thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. The pit he stepped into was showing its true appearance at this moment. It seemed to be a horrible swamp, not a small quagmire.

He felt that there were still things he hadn't considered in place, but the conditions at this time did not allow him to think about it.

He raised his head abruptly, which startled Sandy Marion, who had been cautious all along, and thought that his words had offended the oppressive "Sir Iger" again.

And Cyril's pointed ears hidden under the human skin mask were trembling slightly at this moment.

The originally chaotic movement outside the door became orderly at this time, there was a footstep sounding rapidly on the stairs, and as the footstep approached, the greetings of the guards continued to come:
"Master Scotto, good morning."

"Lord Scotto."

"Master Scotto..."

Marcus Scotto!

The corners of Cyril's eyes twitched, and he suddenly remembered the furnishings in the house when he entered the house to threaten Sandy Marion: uncorked red wine, paired goblets, and wet cloths and washbasins for people to wipe their hands!

Sandy Marion was waiting for someone from the beginning, he was waiting for Marcus Scotto - waiting for Alvin Saxon!

His early arrival undoubtedly ruined his originally planned conversation, but it also put Cyril in an embarrassing situation of facing Alvin Saxon directly!

When he thought of this, he stood up immediately, and Sandy Marion looked at the long sword raised as Cyril stood up, subconsciously wanting to scream.

Cyril felt bad: in order to prevent Alvin Saxon from noticing the change here, he had already put away the sound insulation barrier, but at this moment Marion's cry would undoubtedly speed up Alvin Saxon - he quickly controlled the wind He heard Marion's cry, but the first syllable was already ringing in the air.

And on the corridor outside the door.

Marcus Scotto was nodding to the guards one second, praising their due diligence, but his face changed slightly the next second—he clearly caught Sandy Marion's voice.

It was a scream of terror.

He didn't hide it any more, just bent his knees slightly, and the next moment, he slammed into the door of Sandy Marion's room like a shell from a magic crystal cannon.

The door shattered in response, and he only heard a sound of broken glass, but saw Sandy Marion sitting down on the ground in horror, and a big hole was broken in the window, and a figure had just jumped out of the hole.

"Hmph, want to escape?!"

Without any hesitation, Marcus Scotto grabbed the saber at his waist with the other hand, and threw the sword with its sheath out of the window.

The sword disappeared from his sight almost instantly, leaving only the buzzing sound in the air, as if it had just experienced a sonic boom.

(End of this chapter)