Oh no, no, no, no, no, this time it's really bad!

Of course, Cyril was not panicked because the prototype of the Grey God Cult was about to be destroyed. He wanted to help more. Adventure groups, mercenaries, knights, and whatever could be called.

But the problem is that Heloise was so decisive that he wanted to call the guards of Yuanchu Church directly!

This is no trivial matter!

It needs to be clear that Cyril very much hopes to take the Gray God Cult here directly, but there is another more important thing, which is to get the original heart of the world.

If the effect of this equipment is the same as in the game, then he can directly start the path of dual profession specialization.

But if he had waited foolishly for two days as Heloise told him - Mr. Baron Abra Sinai is not a fool, just missing two Bandiths would be enough to make him extremely alert, and their previous shock to the snake...

If Baron Abra had chosen to stay here before, and even sent Bandith to assassinate them and eliminate them, then the Baron would turn around and run as far as he could.

When Yuanchu Church arrived, they were left with only one empty nest.

If the Baron is a little stupid, he chooses not to run away. The foundation of the Gray God Sect is taken away, but the original heart of the world is not Cyril's turn.

Don’t underestimate the efficiency of Yuanchu Church. As long as Yuanchu Church has a reasonable object of suspicion, the Knight of the Decree can hold Danya’s badge and shout “Yuanchu Guard, open the door!” and thoroughly search the entire Baron’s manor.

Regardless of whether the Baron showed clues with the cultists before this, as long as he found clues in the manor, the Baron might be executed directly.

"Have a meeting!"

The few people who had just left the room were called back by Cyril. After Cyril briefly explained Heloise's place, he carefully added soundproof wind walls to the room.

Termonson was not in the meeting sequence. All the hired griffin knight had to do was obey Cyril's employer's orders and did not need to participate in the decision-making. The remaining few people, without Heloise, were considered "people of their own".

More or less, they are no longer surprised by Cyril's vision. In this case, it doesn't matter if Cyril is generous and reveals some information.

He cleared his throat and signaled Caroline to put down the chicken legs with his eyes, asking Miss Misha to add a layer of vines to wrap the room, which then told some information about the Gray God Cult.

He told all the battle he had seen in Fengxi City when he visited the Baron Manor every night, and he did not even hide Narura's affairs.

After hearing his words, everyone had different expressions. Miss Misha leaned against the bed, holding a branch in her mouth, biting the end of the branch like a cigarette, muttering something.

Evans sighed lightly, not sure whether he was sighing about Cyril's recklessness or envious of the young man's courage to fight and fight.

Miss Mia's face was full of worry, Alina bit her lips tightly, her fists tightly pinching, as if she was quite unwilling to accept it.

Only Caroline frowned and pretended for a long time, then suddenly said, "Then, that sister must be very lonely, right?"

"That sister?" Cyrill didn't react to who Caroline was talking, and the latter frowned and gestured, holding up a few notes:

"Na, Nai, Nai..."

"You're talking about Nerora Sinai?" Cyril reminded, and Caroline knocked her small fist hard, happily saying:

"Yes, it's Nana! She must be very lonely!"

She said, continuing to gesture with her hands, drawing circles randomly: "She lives alone in a small tower and drinks bad medicine. Even her sister doesn't like her, and she even says bad things about her. No one is with her, like a princess imprisoned in the ivory tower."

"The princess in the ivory tower...where did you learn these words?" Cyril wondered, and Caroline immediately proudly raised her flat little chest and whispered: "It's from the book of the white-haired sister!"

Cyril was unable to complain about this, so he cleared his throat. He didn't care much about whether Narula was lonely or not, he was concerned about the origin of the world.

What he had to do was to deploy the response he had just come up with to the few people here.

"We can't sit still and watch Abra run away like that, change the place and name, and he can still steal babies without restraint."

"So the first thing to do is to make him notice that two baby stealers are missing."

"Make him... unaware?" Evans looked at the mask and cloak that was thrown aside in horror, "Hey, I said Adrien, you don't want to..."

"That's right." Cyril walked over and picked up two sets of masks and cloaks on the ground, throwing one of them to Evans: "You and I, dress up as they are, sneak in."

"Cyril, I'm going too!" Alina jumped forward, but as soon as she landed, she was pulled back by Miss Misha: "Little girl, you can't do it, you're too short."

"Ah..." Alina hugged her head aggrievedly and hugged her side by the wall.

"Only Evans and I can go." Cyrill looked around, and the faces of several people were either surprised or worried, and he firmly made a decision.

"But what should we do after we get in?" Evans wondered, "Just pretending to be them, confusing them?"

"Of course not. Our purpose is to kill..." Cyril opened his mouth and was about to continue speaking, but suddenly he realized that he could not express the "original heart of the world"-

"Kill?" Evans stared at him, and he quickly changed his words: "Kill the baron, Abra Sinai."

"But that's what the Yuanchu Guard should do. We can't attack a baron until they finalize Abra is a cultist." Evans corrected.

"Yes, I know this." A flash of inspiration flashed in Cyril's mind. He looked at Caroline, thinking about what Caroline had said before, and had already thought of the words:

"So what we have to do is rescue Narora."

The house fell into a brief silence, and then Caroline's repeated cheers of "Nanai, Nanai" sounded, and Evans lowered his head and held his forehead and repeated in a low voice:

"Save Narora?"

He pondered for a moment and shook his head: "I can't understand, in order to save a woman who has never known each other, I think I will vote against..."

But before he finished speaking, the boy in front of him had already put on his cloak. The mysterious half-faced mask was worn on his face, covering his beautiful eyes, but it added a bit of strange mysterious beauty, which made several girls applaud.

Cyril turned his head, looked at him, and asked in confusion:

"Evans, what are you waiting for?"

"You can't be, are you afraid?"
Chapter completed!