Chapter 283 Cyrill (Please Vote for the New Year)

Chapter 283 Cyrill (please vote for the New Year!)

In Herbert's previous life, there was a very famous joke.

The general idea is that a famous person meets others head-on on a road that is only accessible to one person.

The other party expressed his contempt and declared that he never gave way to a fool.

But the famous man smiled slightly and said that he was the opposite.

If I were in school, the teacher might say that this story embodies the demeanor and humor of the famous man, witfully resolving the embarrassment.

But if Herbert said...that's not the case at all.

Herbert said this just now, just to make this young man full of inexplicable hostility towards him angry.

I'm purely sarcastic.

I confessed, I just wanted to anger you.

Judging from Cyrill's subsequent reaction, Herbert obviously has succeeded.

"What are you talking nonsense?"

Cyril quickly realized the mockery and joke in Herbert's words, and felt his cheeks become hot in an instant.

He stared at Herbert's back in anger and pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

However, although the muscles of the forearm were bulging, the blade was not pulled out.

Is it a guilty feeling that you know your own mistakes?

Or is it a prudence to know it will be impossible?

Or... fear?

Herbert felt the anger behind him, who dared to speak out but did not dare to take action, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even brighter.

He turned his head slightly, and glanced at the other party with a bright "friendly" smile.

"hehe."

After entering the training ground, Herbert had recognized the teenager.

Still a celebrity.

Herbert actually had some impression of the boy's origin, and even he had heard of his past stories.

Cyril Anvil.

He just turned nineteen, with messy black hair and dark eyes.

Although he is not outstanding in height, he has an extremely strong figure, especially his bronze arms, with kneaded muscles, as if he has injected the power of the Nine Dragons.

It’s a pity that there is no sharp one on his head.

As the youngest son of a blacksmith who was oppressed by a nobleman, he could almost be regarded as a standard protagonist template for a civilian Paladin.

Cyril was born in a remote countryside of a priesthood. His mother died early and his father raised his two sons alone.

Life was extremely difficult at that time, and the greedy nobles had reached the extreme for the exploitation of the people.

The harvest is getting worse every year, and the taxes are getting higher every year.

In the end, even craftsmen like blacksmiths who should have lived a stable life would have difficulty living normally, not to mention that Cyril's father still had two and a half-year-old sons.

Fortunately, Cyril's brother picked up the hammer and helped his father share part of the work, so that efficiency could be improved again.

Otherwise, Cyril would have starved to death as early as the age of four.

But the good times did not last long. Under the lord's endless greed desire, even such a life could not be maintained.

In just five years, Cyrill's father's body collapsed completely due to high-intensity work and weakness.

He died and after dedicating his life to the lord, he ushered in his tragic ending.

But that's not the end.

On the seventh day after his father died, Cyril's brother also fell by the fire.

He was overly tired and fell into the fire and was burned to death by the flames.

So, when his father and brother died of excessive hard work, Cyril became orphan.

Just after a man buried his elder brother's bones, Cyril finally broke out.

Under the strong stimulation of the separation of his relatives, he actually awakened a special force.

Perhaps it was the return of bloodlines, or perhaps it was the mercy of the gods, Cyril possessed the power he had always dreamed of.

He became a professional and gained several times the strength of ordinary people.

No other fancy abilities are pure power.

The hammer that I could only barely lifted up turned out to be as light as a wooden stick in his hand.

With that power, he was able to easily smash the plate armor with a war hammer!

Then, the question is here.

What happens when a bullied persecuted person suddenly possesses extraordinary power?

It's revenge.

So, on the night when the blood moon came ten years ago, Cyril killed himself through the entire lord's mansion.

The lord who was so stingy that he was unwilling to give up on a copper coin for one of the most important things - he did not treat the people around him well.

When Cyril came, those guards who should have fulfilled their duties decisively chose to escape before the crisis of life and death.

Cyril used the iron hammer left by his father and brother, smashing the bloodline of the insatiable evil nobleman and his descendants into flesh mud.

One hammer, one hammer, no one left.

The nobles did not give his father and brother a way to live, so Cyril did not give the nobles' children and wife a way to live.

And it was when Cyril was about to smash the Warhammer hatred house and the land at the innocent people, someone finally stopped him.

Just as Cyril was about to enter into madness and become a madman, he was lucky to meet the Knights passing by.

No, that was not passing by. The Knights themselves accepted the request of a fleeing leader to lead a team to destroy this evil nobleman.

But they were still a step late and did not save Cyril and his family.

The story afterwards is already very cliché.

Cyril was successfully adopted by the monastery, changed his mind, and was trained to become a qualified Paladin.

He sympathizes with the persecuted suffering people and will do all his own efforts to fight for them what they should have obtained.

However, it may not be fully qualified.

Cyril had too persistent disgust and hatred for the nobles, and even reached a point of being somewhat unreasonable.

Even fellow monks from noble families disliked him.

Although I don’t do it directly, I often make trouble with others.

Hate.

This hatred did not affect Cyril's belief, but instead strengthened his will, because it was through this hatred that he has come to this day.

At the same time, his talent is also outstanding.

Since he woke up to become a professional at the age of nine, he has entered a high-level realm in just ten years.

This time is slower than Herbert, but for others, it is very fast!

With a humble background, a miserable experience, and talent, strength, and belief... Cyril almost got the script of the old-school protagonist.

He naturally became a hope for monks of the civilian faction in the entire Mist Monastery.

Before Herbert came to the Mist Monastery, Cyril was placed with high hopes, and some monks considered him the best among the younger generation.

Even said that it is possible to become a new leader in the future, and there is a certain chance of becoming a new Knight Captain.

The two cardinals today are civilians, and although the Knights are not biased in the issue of aristocracy, they still cannot cover up their origins.

If the Knight Chief was also replaced by a new civilian Paladin, they would be completely satisfied.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

Although the monks do not have many secular desires, they still have some persistences on this issue.

Although Cyril is the most outstanding, there is not only one person like him. There are many similar "geniuses" in the monastery.

They fight each other on weekdays, encourage and catch up with each other.

But all of this has become an old calendar.

When Herbert appeared, things changed subtly.

After a month of silence, Herbert, the "incompetent and stupid noble child", suddenly became like a different person.

From Cyrill and others' perspective, Herbert is like a sinister venomous snake, and after hiding for a month, he finally showed his sharp fangs.

Herbert showed his extremely sharp edge!

At the beginning, Cyril and the others felt a crisis, and they felt that there was another competitor.

But soon everything became different.

In more than a month, we entered the advanced level, easily tamed the legendary dragon, and bloodshed the evil nobles, reshaping order for a country...

Especially when Herbert returned from the Frost Crystal Dynasty, everyone shut up.

At that moment, when he stepped into the monastery with aura, Cyril and the others even felt that they saw the dazzling sun.

The light that Herbert unconsciously dissipated easily overwhelmed the firefly light emitted by Cyrill and the geniuses who had been highly anticipated.

The dream was shattered.

As the party involved, Herbert didn't even pay much attention to their existence.

The strong never care about the wailing of the weak.

It was not until this time when she saw Cyril's angry struggle that Herbert realized that his sudden appearance might have rewritten the original script of many people.

If Herbert doesn't appear, then Cyril is the protagonist and the prospects are bright.

But Herbert came and robbed the identity, status and expectations that "should belong to Cyril".

And Herbert could only shake his head silently for the resentment arising from this situation.

What's wrong?

Even without Herbert, there will be Gus, Duncan, Ian, Evas... and other better geniuses....

Some people say: "All the unfairness in this world is because of the lack of ability of the parties involved."

Although this is not necessarily true, it does make some sense.

Instead of hugging yourself here and crying and complaining about the injustice of fate, it is better to fight hard.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this layer of origin that Cyril openly disobeyed Bishop Rust Nail's arrangements in front of everyone - although Herbert still doesn't know what the specific task is.

Herbert was calm, but Cyril, who was ridiculed, was quite angry.

He suddenly forgot why he was ridiculed before, and glared at Herbert and gritted his teeth.

"You! You..."

Herbert moved out of the Internet Six Arts and said quietly, "Look, I'm anxious again."

Cyrillic:! ! ?

"Okay, quiet."

In the end, the Knight's cold and cold voice suppressed everything, causing Cyril to calm down.

The Cardinal, who was pierced with rust nails, was quite calm.

He did not care about Cyril's previous protests, nor did he care about adding fuel to Herbert's fire, but instead turned his eyes to the two prisoners behind Herbert.

After seeing Eliza's guilty gaze, he focused on Sfanny who wrapped her whole body.

Finally, he turned his gaze back to Herbert, but his expression and look did not change much.

According to Herbert's words, the cavalier's chief has been placing a piece of face... Cough, it looks very strong and is also very good at catching other people's mist.

After everyone was quiet, Bishop Rust Nail said slowly, "What you want to perform is the mission of His Excellency the Guardian."

"It is a task and a dangerous experience to collect specific materials in a dark area."

"Every time you experience, the monastery will arrange for protectors to go with you, and this time, Herbert and his companions will be the ones."

After he explained coldly, he added a more casual sentence:

"You can choose to accept the arrangement and follow Herbert's command."

"Also, when you can refuse, you can go alone, and the choice is in your own hands."

Simply put - if you like to listen, don’t shout when you die.

This knight captain is not a person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside. His indifference is consistent with his appearance.

He shoulders the mission of the position of Knight Captain and performs his duties meticulously.

He would also be unwilling to let Herbert, an excellent seed, be in danger. He would be worried because he was at risk, but he was just worried.

At present, only the muscular bald man of the presiding judge can truly mobilize his emotions... let him scold him in a true way.

"Huh? Is it your mission of the Guardian?" Herbert's eyes widened slightly after hearing this.

Why is it her mission?

And you have to name yourself and ask yourself to protect these people...

Herbert immediately thought of what he had asked Bishop Ashes before. She was the first person to know her plans next.

Bishop Ashes knew that he was going to the dark hell, so he specially arranged these people to walk with him?

But what is the point of bringing a bunch of oil bottles like this?

Although Herbert had many doubts in his heart, he nodded quickly on the surface and took on the task with a happy look on his face.

"I understand. I will protect everyone and will definitely not disappoint the guard."

Anyway, if you can't resist, you can only enjoy it honestly.

Bishop Ashes should not have deliberately put a burden on him... Only Nenasha can do this.

【"Hmm? Hello!"】

After a casually dirty God, Herbert turned a deaf ear to His complaints and continued to think about the current situation.

"That means that Bishop Ashes should have arranged these people by her own plan and arrangement."

"Since these people want to walk with each other, we should not enter with great fanfare. We want to find ways to act in a low-key manner and not expose it."

This is nothing. Herbert and his team originally planned to enter the village quietly and shoot.

Now there are only a few more peers, and the goal is slightly larger.

"Oh, this can actually be a layer of disguise. Even if it is discovered, it will only be considered a group of paladins who are asking for trouble. They will not guess that we are going to assassinate the Dark Elf Mission..."

As for the use of these people...ah, how to disguise them, Herbert happened to think of a wonderful method.

"The caravans and slaves disguised as slave merchants seem to be a good choice!"

"By the way!"

"And that Cyril is also suitable for disguising as a slave at first glance!"

Let me make a statement that this is not about using power for personal gain!

He is really suitable for this role.