(The chapter name is typical, it should be chapter 149.) The title of the starting point VIP cannot be modified...... ）

When Cummins noticed someone approaching behind him, he had no time to hide his movements, and the only thing he had to do was cut off the communication.

Magical communication was not a panacea, it could be stolen at close range by some wizards who were good at spells, and of course he knew that common sense.

But how is this possible...?

Cold sweat welled up on the man's back.

He is a knight of the master rank, although the school of swordsmanship used is not good at fighting the enemy first, but after the physical body is trained at this stage, the sensitivity of the human body to the outside world has exceeded that of any known beast in nature......

Those who can get closer to this distance silently can completely take advantage of the situation to insert weapons into their hearts.

This means that if Cummins Morningstar can't draw his sword from the front, he is defenseless in front of the approacher.

Could it be an assassin from the "Great Snow Mountain"?

However, from the other party, Cummins did not smell "hostile" or "murderous", so there is no danger to his life at the moment, so he cares about another thing

Seen?

Being able to suppress his perception shows that the other party is very good at it, will he hear the content of the communication?

As soon as the fact that he and Rasputin had been in contact with each other through secret channels was exposed, Cummins would immediately be ruined, and most importantly......

He no longer had the opportunity to approach and save the goddess in his heart.

At that moment, Cummins, who had always been proud of his knightly virtues, even had the idea of killing people.

But when he turned his head and saw the other man's face, the thought vanished.

Standing behind him was a smiling young man.

He was tall and tall, but his limbs and physique were not as athletic as those of ordinary knights, but rather had the feeling of being as slender as an actress in a theater.

The young man's hair was slightly curled, and the smile on his face was very dazzling.

When he stood under the sun, even the light of the scorching sun above his head seemed to be robbed of him by him; If he were to stand in a dimly lit place, he would have made the dark room glow.

Some people just appear in front of them and don't have to say anything, which makes people feel ashamed...... It's like Queen Mary, who Cummins once had a glimpse of, just like the person in front of him.

It can only be described as "noble" or "gorgeous". As a member of the elven race who claims to know "art" and "beauty" best in the world, he has a feeling of not being able to raise his head in front of him...

The young man wore a bright red vestment, a corseted rider's suit on the inside, and a traveling cloak on the outside to protect him from the wind and dust; The cloak was edged with two round gold spikes, and silver chains hung down from the face to the scabbard on the side of the robe.

The sword at his waist is equally impressive: it is a thin sword in appearance, with a jeweled scabbard and a silver cross with an ancient style. It is more like a work of art displayed in a nobleman's home than a weapon used to kill people.

"Mr. Morningstar, what are you doing here?"

"I ......"

Cummins took a deep breath, barely keeping his composure, and smiled respectfully as he shook the barrel in his hand.

"I'm here to get a drink."

The young man nodded slightly.

"I see."

The young man stretched out his hand and pointed to the sign of the tavern beside him. Cummins glanced at it and noticed that his palms were slender and white, as graceful as a pianist.

"This tavern is really famous in the local area."

"Some of the caravans from the southwestern provinces of the Empire will settle here, bringing all sorts of rare goods to the royal capital. Among them is the moon wine, which is very popular in the high society. The bar owner here has a way to serve this drink to his guests. ”

"Mr. Morningstar, have you ever heard of moon wine? I have once heard people describe it as transparent and colorless, with an anise aroma and a sweet and mellow taste, and it tastes like a thirsty person who has been trekking in the desert for a long time, and suddenly sees a clear spring in front of him, and when he can't wait to take a big sip, the cool spring water runs through his throat......"

"It's a pity that because it was brewed by pagans, and it used to be a sacrificial item for the gods, it was forbidden to sell it in the Holy Alliance, and ordinary people couldn't drink it at all, and the nobles could only buy it secretly through black market transactions."

"I ...... I didn't buy this wine. Lord John. ”

Cummins swallowed, feeling his throat dry and bitter like a true traveler on a long journey through the desert. But he still forced himself to speak.

The other laughed.

"You misunderstood, Mr. Morningstar. Even if it is a pagan wine, it is still a good wine. Don't take it too seriously. I'm just reminding you that in this kind of place, people have dedicated sales channels. You may not be able to find ......"

"Alright, hurry up and prepare. Also, don't call me 'John,' for I am not yet in the name of a saint." Just call me by name. ”

The other glanced at him, smiled slightly, and then turned to leave.

……

The youngest cardinal in the history of the Holy See, a legendary knight, honorary chief of the Knights Templar, and Joan John of the House of Internal Affairs of the Great Sanctuary

It wasn't until his back disappeared into the distance that Cummins couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The pressure on himself from this big man is just too great.

And, John...... No, Lord Joan should have noticed that I was communicating with someone else.

If he wants to ask about the content, he doesn't even have the right to refuse. After all, he was a member of the Knights Templar, and he was his top boss.

After being selected to join the Three Knights, no one can quit on their own volition. Even after death, the tombstone must write this identity, unless removed from headquarters.

Of course, the main members came from the Knights Templar in the Kingdom of the Rhine, and there was no strict requirement that those who joined must serve the Order for life. Like ordinary knights, they can go from place to place in search of lords worthy of allegiance. Only after that, the corresponding positions in the regiment ceased to exist, as in Cummins

Retired Templars were highly sought-after among the nobility.

However, the retired Templars were unable to refuse the request of the Grand Master, even if it might harm the interests of the loyalists.

...... Don't care? Or are you planning to follow the vine from your own body, so you are not ready to scare the snake?

His gaze fell unconsciously on a carriage parked next to a haystack in the caravan.

Hidden by a tarpaulin, the wooden bulkhead is engraved with a seal symbolizing the royal family.

"Queen Mary ......"

The elven knight muttered to himself, his eyes tinged with poet-like melancholy.