Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 670 The Tower Master of the Green Tower, Gilles O'Brien

There was no further resistance.

When Lewis Zimmerman, the highly respected professional-level mage of the Green Tower, appeared on the city wall, it meant that the matter had been settled.

His military headquarters in Amasir also has quite high decision-making power - otherwise he would not have led the Amasir Natural Guard Army to the northern border.

The forest guards who had just left the city to exert pressure turned into guards of honor and lined up on both sides of the lowered suspension bridge.The young marquis riding a black horse put his hands flat in front of him, raised his head, surrounded by his eyes, and walked slowly into the city.

He stopped under the city gate, and nodded slightly to the two familiar faces that appeared in front of him:
"Mr. Zimmerman, Mr. Harper."

"Count Adrian... Oh, it should be the Marquis." Zimmerman held a long stick in his hand, turned his horse around, and turned sideways to make way.The guards behind him restricted the onlookers and cleared the long road ahead.

"The two represent the meaning of the Green Tower?" Cyril urged the horse and walked to Zimmerman's side. The two riders walked side by side, while Amy Harbor rode a step behind and slowly moved towards Go in the direction of the Green Tower.

"The meaning of the Green Tower...you can think so too." Lewis Zimmerman stared straight ahead with a serious expression, "The Mage Tower does not exist as a subsidiary of a certain person, a certain family, or a certain force , the only mission of its existence is to protect the area it is in."

"The instability in the area is something the Mage Tower doesn't want to see. Even if there is no Lord Marquis, the Green Tower has already planned to intervene."

"It's just that the target of the assistance won't be Siliki?" Cyril asked with a smile.

"Not necessarily, this still needs to be voted in the tower." Zimmerman shook his head, "Evaluating from the aspects of economy, military, and future expectations, compared with the two viscounts, I think Siliki should have a big odds."

These words are not meant to be polite. Siliki's rapid rise this year can be seen by all parties in Amasir, and the military strength he has displayed in the northern border is beyond everyone's imagination.

What's more, there is a relationship with elves. In Amathir, a friendly relationship with elves is undoubtedly a hard ticket.

Even from the perspective of personal interests, for mages, Siliki's strong business ability can undoubtedly bring them more experimental materials.

There are no fools among mages, at least there are no fools among high-ranking mages.They clearly understand how to obtain the greatest benefits for themselves, and what benefits their forces need.

Even without Cyril Adrian's invitation to Lewis Zimmerman last year, it is estimated that more people in the Tower of Green would still choose Siliki as Amasir's successor, based on various considerations. To end the current infighting.

"I see." Cyril also understood why the duel between the two brothers was so dignified - try not to hurt too many towns, and did not make too many surprise attacks around the rear, but concentrated their forces on Ama Southeastern side of Searle.

From this point of view, this is also the result of the coordination within the Green Tower.

Amathir's safety is more important than anything else to the Green Tower.

"Then...Mr. Zimmerman, if you put aside the position of the Green Tower and just ask yourself, who would you vote for?"

Seeing the hill where the mage's tower was located, Cyril suddenly opened his mouth and asked such a sharp question.

"This question." Zimmerman held the rein of the horse, smiled and looked at the young man beside him, "Master Marquis, don't you have an answer in your heart?"

Cyril nodded lightly: "I understand."

Lewis Zimmermann's answer has long been given.

When he returned from the north, he never expressed his intention to surrender, so he will always be loyal to the O'Connor family until the O'Connor family's mansion collapses——

They dismounted and walked up the hill on foot.The mage apprentices in pointed hats and robes seemed to have heard the news a long time ago. At this moment, they gathered around the two sides, looking at the young man who walked up the hill with the representative of the Green Tower.

Too young, so young that he was younger than many of the apprentices present, making them all look unbelievable.

"Do you want to show off?" Zimmerman asked in a low voice with a smile on his lips.

"Won't it frighten them?" Cyril asked with a smile on his lips, but he had already quietly pressed the hilt of his sword.

The moment his hand touched the hilt of the sword, the wind element overflowed and turned into almost substantial flowing water magic power, covering Cyril's feet like a fountain in the blink of an eye, and spreading to the surroundings.

Those sorcerer apprentices let out screams, because the swift wind rushed past them, spread in all directions, and then weaved into a blue barrier, enclosing the entire hill and half of the sorcerer's tower ——

"Nora, there are wind elements everywhere!" A mage of the atmosphere department quickly noticed the changes around him, while other mages of other departments showed even more surprised expressions: "I can't sense the fire element here! "

"So is the water element!"

Lewis Zimmerman took a deep breath of the magical power of the wind element in the air, and when he looked at Cyril again, his face was full of envy.

"Marquis Adrian, aren't you a knight? Why are you able to use 'Element Accompanying' so easily?"

"Accompanied by elements?" Cyril was stunned for a moment, unable to understand the word.

From New Orway Port back to Salconan, and then to Amasir, it is natural to be anxious, but of course he did not waste time on these anxieties, but paid more attention to studying extraordinary breakthroughs.

The original idea of ​​using the wind knight as the incarnation of the extraordinary has been disrupted, but this also made him realize that the key to breaking through the extraordinary is to sublimate his magic power, whether it is through compression, tempering, or other methods. The purpose is to change its nature.

Let the wind no longer be pure wind.

And Lewis Zimmerman's "element accompaniment" is one of the ways Cyril came up with.

He expanded the excessive wind element in his body, turning a certain range around his body into a pure wind element domain, and using this to mobilize the surrounding airflow to form an endless wind field.

If you understand it in another way, it is probably that the field magic card was used to turn the field into a "wind".

This ability was also used to drive a team of 200 people forward before, combined with the characteristic of the "Flying Bird" device itself advancing through the wind element, to achieve the effect of a rapid march for all.

Cyril called this ability "Island of Infinite Wind".

"Accompaniment of elements... is an ability that can only be obtained by those who are favored by elements. The corresponding elements will naturally gather around you. For mages, it is equivalent to having an additional source of magic power..." Zimmerman smashed his mouth, The tone is full of regret.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a voice sounded above their heads:

"Zimmerman, it is precisely because of your outdated thinking that you will stop at this realm. Only when your eyes jump out of your existing cognition can you have further opportunities."

This voice sounds very deep, gentle and powerful at the same time, which makes people just feel relaxed for a while.

And as the sound sounded, Cyril only felt a crack suddenly appeared at the top of the "Island of Immeasurable Winds" that he had unfolded, and then a figure was standing in front of them, at the door of the Mage Tower.

It was an elegant figure belonging to a middle-aged man, with pale golden hair slightly curly, with handsome facial features, sapphire blue eyes shining with wisdom, hidden behind golden-green square-rimmed glasses.Wearing a dark brown vest, the lower body is trousers and boots common to travelers, and there is a long heavy rapier pinned to his waist.

Cyril was a little puzzled - he didn't have much of this person in his memory, but Lewis Zimmerman on the side had already bowed and saluted, and said seriously:
"Master O'Brien, you are back."

O'Brien, tower master!
This title made Cyril finally think of the image corresponding to this name - in the game, it was a pale old man who often appeared on the hill under the Green Tower, and would move the deck chairs outside to bask in the sun every day. The player and him Dialogue also only gets two hums.

Is this the same person as the handsome middle-aged man in front of me?

Cyril felt a little messy, the reality and the surprise of the game, even after he traveled for a year, could give him some "surprises" from time to time.

During his recollection, the middle-aged man also cast his kind eyes on Cyril, and then bowed slightly: "Let me introduce myself, Gilles O'Brien, Master Tower, the owner of the Green Tower— But things are basically run by Zimmerman, I'm just a name, lol."

"Master of the Green Tower, hello." Cyril bowed sincerely, "Cyril Adrian, Marquis of Siliki, I would like to express my high respect to you."

He straightened up again, only to see Gilles O'Brien sizing him up with great interest, and after a while he said:
"Isn't it the same as what Ilandar said? Did he read it wrong?"

"Elandar?" Cyril didn't expect Gilles to mention the name "Heart of the Tree", and was slightly surprised.

"Elandar said that you are cunning and cunning and care about your interests." Gilles spread his hands, "But he always likes to use offensive words when evaluating others, and I think it will be the same this time."

Cyril couldn't help but wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his brow—it seemed that Your Excellency Tree Heart still cared about taking advantage of his deal when he was facing the crisis of the Magic Plain.

"Master O'Brien, are you familiar with Ilandar?"

"I've been an old friend for many years." Gilles O'Brien nodded, "I've been busy helping the elves purify the Black Forest for the past year, so I talked to him a few times, but then he went to break through the extraordinary, and he didn't Know if it works."

"Ah... purifying the Black Forest is really a troublesome thing. I have to thank you for stopping the conspiracy of those Ao San Emma who mixed in, otherwise I would have to bleed a lot for it."

Help the elves purify the Black Forest...

Cyril savored what Gilles said, then looked up at Gilles, and suddenly had a guess in his heart.

I'm afraid that during the Wind Festival in the game, the forest was indeed transformed into a black forest due to the conspiracy of the Ao San Emma people.It was only thanks to the help of Gilles O'Brien that it maintained its thriving appearance.

But the price is that Gilles O'Brien himself has become that wasted old man who can only bask in the sun every day——

He put away these useless guesses, and then looked back at Gilles O'Brien.But as soon as his eyes fell to the front, he found that Gilles' figure was close in front of him, pointing out with a finger, poking at the center of his forehead.

All this happened silently. He was obviously in Cyril's "Island of Infinite Winds", and his perception of the crisis should be extremely keen, but he still didn't notice the movements of the Green Tower Master in front of him.

Not only him, but also Lewis Zimmerman beside him did not have any visions.

Thinking of this, Cyril glanced out of the corner of his eye, only to find that Zimmerman was no longer in sight, and even the apprentices, and even the Green Tower itself, had disappeared.

He seems to have stood in a separate space.

The panic in his eyes flashed, but Cyril immediately stabilized his mind and looked straight at Gilles O'Brien.The latter looked at him and nodded when he saw his expression.

"You don't need to panic, this is my 'Xifen Realm', the Realm of Falling Time."

"I just want to ask you something, but it's inconvenient for them to hear it."

There was some hesitation in his eyes, as if he didn't know whether to open his mouth, and he said slowly after a while:
"Marquis Adrian, I want to ask you..."

"Has His Majesty, already, passed away?"

Cyril's pupils contracted imperceptibly, and Gilles immediately got the answer.

He sighed softly, turned around, and said leisurely:
"I see the flourishing summer leaves on the Nora Corridor like waves in a distant land, chrysalis in the wind, and the starry sky in a distant place is dimmed with sorrow, and there is a broken sound from the white ring."

"At that time, I knew that there was a life that left an important imprint in civilization, and left."

Cyril understood every word he said, but Cyril could not understand this sentence he said.Cyril could only remain silent, waiting for his next question.

"So His Highness granted you the title of Marquis, is it because he wants you to shoulder the heavy responsibility of Amasir?"

Without waiting for Cyril to answer, he has already said to himself:

"It seems that the war... is about to start again."

"Did you... know anything already?"

Cyril finally spoke, and Gilles O'Brien looked back at him, then grasped the air with his hand, and then put it in front of his mouth, slowly blowing out a breath.

This breath was sent all the way into Cyril's nose, making the boy's expression suddenly serious.

From that breath, he smelled a disgusting smell.

It's the smell of war.

(End of this chapter)