Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 740 The City of Hormel

Fort Mandekers is extremely prosperous, and people vent the pressure accumulated in the past few months in the last few days of the end of the year. They wander among the smell of wine and beds, and it seems that there are few quiet places in the whole city. corner.

Cyril was sitting by a small river. On the river was a long wooden bridge. It was located in a remote area and was in disrepair for a long time. When walking on it, there would be non-stop creaking sounds.

Caroline and Tiffany were bouncing up and down, competing to see who could make the loudest noises.

"Why do you want to come to Fort Mandekers?"

He asked the lady mage beside him.

Not answered.

He turned his head to look, and the mage lady was lowering her head, her gaze was softly watching the flowing river.

She was wearing a light brown coat like a windbreaker, and her soft and slightly curly long hair hung down, exuding a pleasant fragrance.Her legs were tightly held together, and she stepped on a pair of exquisite moccasin boots, with two cute pompoms hanging on both sides of the boots.

She was wrapping her fingers around the ends of the hair, curling it and unwinding it, wrapping it around her fingers again.

Cyril felt that he had said the wrong thing.

Although his mouth is sharp, it is limited to the analysis of war and political situation, coupled with the exchange of fighting skills, when it comes to coaxing girls, his mouth becomes extremely clumsy.

So he chose not to speak, and watched the flowing river quietly with Miss Mage.

It was a clear night, and the moonlight fell softly on the ripples of the water.Although the cold wind in winter is cold, it is nothing to them who are already professional and extraordinary.

Cyril suddenly felt that time became so slow at this moment.

This feeling of slowness seems to be rarely experienced since traveling in February last year.As a time traveler, he has not lived a leisurely life. He has been driven by current events, driven away in order to be able to complete the so-called power.

One thing after another, even if it is time to stop, there are things like official duties on him.He can only be thankful that he had a soft spot for doing quests in his previous life - after all, for single players, an excellent quest chain is enough to make them addicted and consume a lot of time.

It was this way of dealing with tasks that kept him from being exhausted to the point where he couldn't hold on.Otherwise, perhaps only the workaholic presidents of the big guilds have the ability to withstand such high pressure.

Of course, if those guild leaders come to cross, maybe they have already sat on the throne of the king of La Rochelle?

He suddenly started to think wildly, and he didn't notice that the lady mage beside him had turned her face sideways, resting her cheek on one hand, tilting her head, her beautiful blue eyes were staring at him.

It wasn't until she spoke softly that Cyril realized.

"Mr. Wei." Mia said slowly, "Do you still remember what I told you when I was in Solkonan?"

"Those words..." Cyril recalled for a while and remembered: "About your parents' whereabouts?"

He recalled what Mia had said during his stay in Solkonan in January, unsealed from his mind after his birthday, about the "imprint" left by his parents.

Amidst the busyness, her birthday passed by so smoothly—in fact, her birthday was the same last year, and she was busy amidst the chaos of war. After that day, she realized that her birthday had passed.

But Mia is not someone who cares about these things, it's just that her birthday has different meanings.

"Well, about the whereabouts of my parents." Mia showed a helpless look on her face. "The content of the memory is not exhaustive, but combined with what Mr. Wei has experienced before, I can probably make it up."

She paused, then said:
"My parents have a great mission. This mission has been passed down to the Christian family, and it has also been passed down to many families that have disappeared from the public."

"The disappearing... family?"

Cyril was a little puzzled by this word.

According to what Mia said, the mission that can be linked to the great Christian family, and those who are qualified to inherit this mission, obviously should not be inferior to the Christian family in terms of popularity and reputation.

But how could such a family disappear for no reason?

"Ah." He suddenly thought of an event that might cause a large number of famous families to disappear.

"New dynasty for old dynasty?"

"Correct." Mia nodded lightly, "400 years ago, the lord Upton Lehman led the crowd to break through the siege, migrated from Au Saint-Emma to the land of La Rochelle, and established the La Rochelle country, and also created the Lyman dynasty that lasted 200 years."

"As for the Lehman Dynasty, due to internal reasons, the distribution of power between the central and local governments, and some rather stupid moves by the last King Lehman, the last King Lehman was replaced by the current Herman family, and the Herman Dynasty was established as a result. , Her Majesty the Queen who continues to this day, Her Majesty Anastasia Herman, is already the fifth generation."

"Sounds reasonable, doesn't it?" The corners of Mia's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a gentle and beautiful smile, "Dynasty change is nothing more than normal, even Austrian Saint Emma, ​​the surname on the throne has changed one after another. The Valentine Dynasty, the Toril Dynasty, the Dilian Dynasty, the Paris Dynasty, the Solago Dynasty, and the current Heris Dynasty have changed six surnames in more than [-] years."

"That's true." Cyril nodded, "It's just that the parents who told you, and..."

"But if you study carefully, you will find all kinds of irrationality in the history of La Rochelle." Mia went on to say, "For example, Upton Lyman was originally firmly in the hands of the central government. , In the early years of the founding of the People's Republic, almost every native or race that was unwilling to cooperate had to undergo a round of attack by Lyman's sword."

"Only the southern aristocrats today, with the approval of Upton Lyman, can control the military force in their hands and govern the difficult-to-adjust south, and gradually become the behemoths they are today."

"And this kind of concept has always existed in the policy of the Lehman dynasty to govern the country. The military power has not been too scattered. Even if the military strength owned by the local nobles is added up, it is far less than that of the central government."

"But the interesting point is that, without reducing military spending all the year round, while the Lehman Dynasty continued to recruit troops to maintain its strength, the military strength owned by the central government is gradually decreasing."

"Gradually...decrease." Cyril's mind had entered a state of frantic operation at this time, and it was obvious that Miss Mia had made sufficient preparations to share these things with him in detail.These data cannot be obtained casually, and Mia would not be able to obtain such evidence if she hadn't had a good relationship with the current Her Majesty the Queen, Anastasia Herman.

"And in the memories my parents left me, they will go to a very secret place. It does not exist in this world, but it really exists here. It is like a pass, or a city."

Mia showed a sad look on her face: "It's hard for me to tell exactly what this place is, because its concept is too abstract, it is distorted in time and space, or it is parallel to our place. The world—in short, that place does exist."

"It does exist...what's its name?"

"It seems to be called... the city of Hormel, and descendants of many families have rushed there, and they seem to be fighting with something..."

"Wait a minute, City of Hormel?" Cyril suddenly called out.

He has heard this word before. It is a term he has never heard in the game, but he has heard it in this world that has traveled through time.

It was during the time when they stayed in Mivola, Volgo Province, on their way to Solkonan at the beginning of the year.He went to the alchemy workshop to try to update his equipment, and there he got the astrologer who is now in Siliki, Greely Stard.

And in that alchemy workshop, when the Valar clerk sold him the equipment, he introduced it like this:
"The continuous crossbow produced in the old ruins is named Longbow. It has excellent armor-piercing performance. The inscriptions on it are far more complicated than our civilization era, and even engraved with 'witchcraft': heart-piercing rifling. Yes Tier-[-] alchemy equipment certified by the 'City of Hormel' only costs thirty Gentry."

Yes, that Lianbow "Longbow" that had made a lot of contributions to him in Xinaowei Port was the equipment certified by "City of Hormel"!

At that time, he was still wondering why so many terms he had never heard of came up, and now he got an explanation from Mia:

That is a space independent of this world!
"The City of Hormel, the City of Hormel." He repeated it twice, then nodded and said, "Go on."

"The rest is their description of what they are fighting against."

"They are distorted and empty, they are powerful and elusive, they blaspheme people's beliefs, but they seem to be beliefs themselves—"

"The negative emotions of the gods." Cyril almost blurted out.

"Correct." Mia nodded vigorously.

She put her hands behind her back, raised her head slightly, opened her mouth slightly, and looked directly at the night sky: "And I chose to become a mage, and I took over the mission left by my parents-in fact, every generation like us The family has the right to give up this mission. Some people have given up, but the vast majority of people choose to continue to inherit this mission."

Cyril opened his mouth. He looked at the somewhat melancholy expression on Miss Mage's face. He didn't know what to say, so he could only ask in a low voice:

"Then... what about you, Mia?"

"Now that it's my generation, I think... Maybe I will choose to follow the same path as them."

She suddenly turned her head to the side again, staring straight at Cyril with her beautiful eyes.

"But Mr. Wei, I want to be like my parents, at least... to be able to give my offspring the right to choose."

The space suddenly fell silent.

The creak of the long wooden bridge was gone, the sound of the water was gone, the sound of the wind was gone.

The long elf ears trembled slightly, and for some reason, it caught the delicate cry of the woman in the building not far away——

Don't forget, this is a night of indulgence. People concentrate all the pressure of the year in these few days at the end of the year to release, wandering between the smell of wine and the bed.

Even a small river in a remote place can't escape the shroud of such voices.

He saw a blush on Miss Mage's fair cheeks, as if she was shy because of her bold remarks just now, but those blue eyes stared firmly at Cyril, with no intention of moving away at all.

Cyril, who had never thought that he would "lose", felt at this moment that he seemed to be losing to her.

He took a deep breath and was about to speak when the silence was suddenly broken—Caroline's whooping yelps echoed across the river in a harsh creaking crack.

"Caroline, why did you break the bridge!"

The little cat girl lay on the broken bridge deck, trying to reach for Caroline who fell into the water below, but was pulled by Caroline, and she fell into the river meowing.

The gentle flowing river water also became joyful.

Cyril turned his gaze back from there, and when he looked at Miss Mage again, the latter had already turned her head, stood up, patted the clothes on which she was sitting, folded her arms and said in a low voice: "Let's go, let's go Fish up Caroline and the others."

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After Cyril and Mia brought the drowned Caroline and Tiffany back to the residence, Alina hurriedly filled the bathtub with water so that Caroline and the others could take a good bath.

Although with Mia's current strength as a professional-level water mage, it is easy to kill them, but for the sake of a lesson for the two of them, Mia still did not make a move.

Cyril lay flat on the bed and closed his eyes.

Mia brought him a lot of information, and he could also deeply understand how uncomfortable the girl's heavy mission made her feel.

It is estimated that she also made enough psychological preparations to slowly accept all these so-called "missions" and make a decision for her own future.

The city of Hormel, which has never had any relevant information in the game, appeared so abruptly in Cyril's news network at this time, but he did not feel the slightest surprise.

Because as Mia said, he has experienced too many so-called "negative emotions of the gods", and when the city of Hormel is linked to this matter, he has already seen it.

The negative emotions of those wandering gods must have a place to go, and they cannot appear in this world out of thin air.A unique carrier such as the city of Hormel has obviously become the best explanation for all this.

And when he opened the career panel and looked at his attributes again, he knew clearly that he must go to this "City of Hormel", and it had nothing to do with him.

Cyril was replaying in this way, when he suddenly heard a strange sound of wind outside the window.He opened his eyes and turned his head to look sideways, only to see a silver Pegasus parked outside the window, and the elf lady in a long robe was waving at him.

(End of this chapter)