As the picture gradually dissipated, the washbasin seemed to have been under gravity and suddenly broke with a "bang". The white jade coral portrait fell down with the water flow, wetting Cyril's pants.

He bent down and picked up the white jade coral figure, put it in front of him for a long time, and couldn't help but shake his head at it:

You gave me the information truthfully, but what do I rely on to solve the situation you gave?

The giant beast hidden under the sea can easily crush the hull of a cruiser, almost ignoring the attack of the magic crystal cannon, and its terrifying devouring ability...

This class of monsters, if you are in the game, you will probably have to throw them at the level of the final boss of the magic plains of the first six civilization epochs at least fifteen years later.

It is an existence that can destroy the top team, fight and destroy, overturn the car countless times, and even fail to open up the land.

Cyril is still quite clear about the power he has. Although there is no power system like today in the game, the power of the skill is of rough reference.

In front of the superior monster, let alone whether you can break the defense, how to get close is a problem.

And... what wiped out this Saint-Ship-class cruiser was even just a tentacle of this monster-

How many tentacles does it have? How big is its body?

All are unknown.

He stood by the broken basin, and his eyebrows were twisted into a line without realizing it. He thought hard about how he could occupy a more active position in this storm.

But in the end, he was like a knight who had charged forward countless times in the vast pile of undead bones, thinking that he had finally made a way. When he looked up, he was desperate to find that there was still an endless sea of ​​undead bones in front of him.

It seems that he can only drift in the storm, a little bug that can't even hide his tracks. He can only pray for the favor from the upper realm so that he can survive by chance...

This thought made the half-elf boy suddenly raise his eyebrows, and then his fists clenched tightly:

Hey hey hey, I have been working hard in this new world for more than a year, so is the situation I face completely consistent with that one year ago?

Do you still need to rely on characters like Captain Christine to come from the sky to resolve the crisis?

He gritted his teeth and sank his thoughts deeper-

The plot of the O'Saint Emma people, the plot of Stanny Clemens, the plot of Evan Saxon, the plot of Shandy Marion... There are vortexes in the turbulence. Looking around, it seems that only La Rochelle is still a calm current, trying hard to get through these vortexes.

It seems that they are really the only ones who have not come for any conspiracy—

No, not right.

Some thoughts suddenly arose in Cyril's mind that he had never had before.

In the chaotic situation in Port New Orway, is La Rochelle really so "clean"?

Anastasia Herman, did she really know nothing about the situation in Port New Orway? Why did she send her Earl from the east of the Kingdom to specialize in voyage? Why did she arrange Heloise Treville and bring the "witch" Veronica Helin?

Is this a coincidence? Or...

The originally clear figure suddenly became extremely blurred in consciousness, so that Cyril even began to ask in his heart whether the eldest princess of the kingdom, Anastasia Hermann, was really just an ordinary person—

It should...it's just that?

He even wondered for a moment whether the other party was like him and was also a time traveler from another world. However, in the yin and white year of 1441, New Orway Port did not have the current chaos in the game [Road of Rays], which made him dispel this idea.

Or is she a native reborn?

Just like when taking math, strange ideas always pop up in your mind, and even start to play the playlist automatically. At this moment, Cyril couldn't help but let his mind diverge...

Fortunately, he finally understood in his heart that Anastasia Herman would never have expected such a big crisis in Port New Orway.

Then she let herself, this is the most powerful piece in her hand, and the most likely purpose of traveling to New Orway Port is to target "AoSaint Emma".

"Mr. Wei, Mr. Wei?"

Cyril suddenly opened his eyes and saw the worry-filled mage lady squatting under him, a delicate little hand shaking back and forth in front of his eyes.

He was about to speak, but suddenly his body couldn't stop leaning forward - he kept his head down and pondering for a long time, but he couldn't stand firm at this time and fell on the mage's body...

The boy's chest hit the warm body of the mage. She fell on the carpet and lay down with her stretched back, allowing his face to press against her cheeks, and half of her body pressed against her body.

The mage's robe could not cover Mia's beautiful figure, nor could it stop the heat emitted from her body. She naturally opened her arms and half-entered the boy who fell beside her into her arms.

He froze suddenly.

The body seemed to suddenly fall into the ice, unable to move, but the thoughts in my mind were striking like erupting lava.

Just like the boys and girls in the academy, when they meet someone they fall in love at first sight, it only takes a moment to make them imagine what their future children are called and how they should live after marriage; and at this moment, he feels like a duck swimming on the spring river, sinking into the package of Miss Ms.

"Mi...Mia." He said dryly-

Time seemed to return to the roof of the carriage in the southern plains of La Rochelle. The mage's robe was hidden under its robe, giving the warm and cool night a unique heat.

Their relationship has never improved - at least so he felt.

Although some intimate physical contact has become a very normal behavior, and it is natural to be born and die together, in essence, at least verbally, he has never made any promises to Miss Ms.

And the gentle mage never asked him for-

"Mr. Wei." Miss Ms. Ms. Wise's voice was as gentle as before, even more powerful. She gently patted Cyril's back with her hand on Cyril's back, as if she was comforting the child's mother.

"I knocked on the door, you didn't respond, so I came in."

"You stood there and thought for a long time, did you encounter any difficult problem?"

Two hours-

Cyril raised his head slightly and saw the still gray area outside the window.

I actually stood there for so long - including the time when the white jade coral was presented in the picture before, I had been thinking for three hours.

The mage was by his side and watched it for two hours.

The hand was still patting behind her back, and the mage said slowly:

"No one asked Mr. Wei to do any earth-shaking achievements, and solving puzzles is not Mr. Wei's mission alone... Just like before, throw the questions to us and let us help answer them..."

"Take it slow, don't worry..."

"Didn't Lord Blake say it? The kingdom is ready for Mr. Wei's palace. Just need Mr. Wei to let go of his actions--"

Her words didn't sound excited, but at this moment it was like a heart-boosting injection, making Cyril's breathing much easier in an instant.

He lowered his head and looked directly at the face of the mage lady who was close to him.

She didn't hide or dodge, letting him watch like this.

"I……"

Miss Mage suddenly raised her other hand and pointed it on his lips.

Then her blue eyes that seemed to be able to talk narrowed, and she said while shaking her head lightly:

"If Mr. Wei is going to say, 'If we're going to solve the matter in New Orway, we'll go back to Siliki--this way', then don't say it."

Cyril looked at her and couldn't help laughing.

"I won't take the initiative to increase the difficulty of the task for myself." He pushed away the mage's finger, held the hand, stood up, and pulled Mia up.

"Authentic, the mystery now is indeed a bit tricky, and even I can't find any loopholes."

"But since there are no loopholes..."

"Why don't I knock out a loophole with my own hands?"

He said word by word, and this string of words Mia could not understand only made Miss Mage smile brightly - she already knew that Mr. Wei, who was acting weird, had many strange ideas that she could not understand, but why did she have to figure them out?

She just needs to follow.

She opened her mouth and was about to say something, but the door was suddenly pushed open. The person outside the door walked into the room blankly and said:

"Adrien, there's something..."

The sound came to an abrupt end.

Cyril turned his head and stood by the door. At this time, the latter lowered his head at the right time, raised his eyes and glanced a few times, and then the sharp elf's ears gradually began to turn red...

"I'm disturbed, I..."

"His Excellency Treville, please stop your delusion that is absolutely inconsistent with reality." Cyrill knew what kind of thinking circuit Heloise was - a novel plot that seemed taciturn and serious, but was actually full of mind.

Judging from her recent preferences for reading books, she probably has made up a love drama—

"If you have something, just say it." He was too lazy to explain more and asked.

"Cough." Heloise coughed lightly, and the crimson in his sharp ears faded, and she said calmly:

"The morale of the knights...is not very good."

"Morany?" Cyril was stunned for a moment, "I'll go and have a look."

Heloise turned sideways and led the way, Cyril followed her to the living room - this is the place where they gathered for their main activities now.

And the fact is, as Heloise said, the knights in the past were full of energy, either training or patrolling, and always urged themselves to do something - although this was also due to the "oppression" of Heloise.

But at this moment, most of them were listless, sitting or leaning in the living room, without even whispering a few words.

Most of them raised their heads and looked at the ceiling, dazed in ecstasy.

Even Cyril's arrival failed to make any changes.

"Everyone stand up." Cyril glanced, and most of the knights attacking the Knights were present, and shouted softly.

His voice stunned the knights for a moment, and then they all jumped up and lined up quickly.
To be continued...