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"Mr. Scholar, thank you for coming."

Just as Norwen walked out of the Fitz Club with a slightly drunk face and a proud face, the attendant standing at the door greeted him with a polite smile.

A slightly familiar voice in his ears startled him, and he turned his head to see that the squire was none other than Binn, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Benne?"

"Yes, Scholar."

"Why haven't I seen you all these days? Did something happen? He wondered.

"Something happened at home recently, so I took a leave of absence for a while." Binn explained with a smile.

"I see."

Norwen shook his body lightly, reaching out to hook up on his shoulder.

"Look, Benne, I'm now capable of coming to Bilyn again! What do you think? I used to say that I would definitely see Bireen again. ”

Binn cupped Nowen's shoulder, sniffed through the stench of wine coming from his mouth, and said, "Scholar, I heard my colleagues talk about this matter when I came back, and I heard that you have recently received a letter from His Royal Highness the Great Prince. ”

"That's right!"

Norwin broke free of Binn's support and laughed, and said loudly with a look of pride and conceit on his face, "You don't want to see who I am?" As the number one scholar in the Great Prince's Mansion, I can't fall at will, and those people are far from qualified to take my place! ”

"Mr. Scholar, you're drunk."

Binn observed the sideways movements of the pedestrians around him, and quietly pulled his body away from the door of the clubhouse and whispered.

"I'm not drunk, I just had a few drinks with Bilin." Norwen impatiently pushed Benn away, his displeasure evident on his face.

"I know, I know."

Binn hurriedly agreed, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at the door of the clubhouse.

At this time, the movement at the door had already attracted the guards in the clubhouse who were in charge of troublemakers, and if Norwen continued to make trouble, they would ignore his insignificant status and beat him.

"Mr. Scholar, aren't you in a hurry to go back to the Great Prince's Mansion now? If His Royal Highness the Great Prince suddenly has something to summon, and you are not around......"

As soon as the words of concern, but actual threat came out of Binn's mouth, the wine that welled up in Nowen's head sobered up, and he smiled at Binn, his eyes looking deeply at the burly and majestic guards behind him.

He wasn't stupid, but the drunkenness had made him behave a little more indulgent than usual, and now he could naturally see the danger hidden in it.

"Binn, thank you for your kindness, I hope to have time to have a drink together."

He patted him on the shoulder.

"Mr. Scholar is gracious."

Binn replied with the courtesy of a squire, but the two of them quietly walked away from the clubhouse.

"I'll go back to the palace first, Bin, don't forget jì, next time I invite you to drink, please be sure not to refuse."

After reaching a slightly safer street, Norwin began to say goodbye to Binn, not forgetting to say a few words of gratitude before leaving.

Looking at Norwen's figure fading away, Binn shook his head, although Norwen seemed to be prosperous again now, but the bottomless pit of Fitz Club, which attracted gold, would sooner or later sink him again.

He didn't say any more words of dissuasion, because he knew they didn't have any effect at all.

Besides, he and he are not friends, and if you think about it seriously, the right thing for him to do is to keep trying to get him to continue to invest money in the clubhouse, after all, he is the attendant of this club.

……

After returning to the palace with ease, he greeted the palace attendant and maid casually, and after inquiring about the news that His Royal Highness had not summoned him, Nuowen's body and mind also felt light.

He loves life now.

Status, power, money, everything is fascinating, and everything is indispensable.

He only now understands that perhaps this is the meaning of a man's life.

Unconsciously, he walked into a garden and felt the vitality of the bright bloom of the summer afternoon, but before he could have any more emotion, a familiar voice instantly disturbed his mind.

"Norwen."

Someone was calling him.

He turned his gaze to the source of the sound, and it was him.

His titular master, the young man, Derak Charan.

After some days of understanding, he finally knew the true identity of the young man who saved him, he was indeed a nobleman, but a down-and-out nobleman who was forced by his brother to flee his hometown.

And he probably guessed in his heart why he saved himself a few months ago.

Because, he wants to serve the eldest prince and regain his own qiē in the future.

His heart was very uncomfortable, he didn't expect to be used again, and the gratitude he felt for the young man was weakened and replaced by a hidden resentment.

He hates being taken advantage of! He hated being toyed with like a fool.

However, he will only keep these thoughts in his heart and never show them lightly.

"Lord Charan, why are you here?"

After seeing Xia Lan, Nuowen hurriedly asked with a respectful attitude.

"The task entrusted to me by His Highness has been completed, so I naturally return here to wait for His Highness's new mission." Xia Lan put her hands behind her back and said casually: "Speaking of which, Nuowen, I heard from the people in the mansion just now that you have often been going to the Fitz Club to see Bi Lin again?" ”

Nuowen's heart jumped, and he couldn't help but hurriedly replied: "My lord, it's just that things are a little idle during this time, so ......"

"Norwen, have you forgotten the promise you once made to me?"

Xia Lan reached out and stroked a bright red flower, and said to herself.

Norwen remembers, of course, that he had promised him that he would not see each other again until he successfully rescued Bilin, but he had broken the agreement himself.

However, the situation at that time had left Norwen with no choice but to obey the other party's orders, but now? He had regained a position even greater than before, and although the eldest prince had not agreed to his request, sooner or later, His Highness would have agreed.

Although his heart is very jealous of the nominal master in front of him, because the other party has given him a qiē now, but this qiē is his use of himself, whether he will help him rescue Bi Lin is probably also a handle to threaten him.

The wine that had not yet faded grew with the reckless thoughts in his heart, and he mustered up his courage and said to Xia Lan: "My lord, I admit that I have broken the promise I once said, but now it is different, now His Royal Highness the eldest prince has almost the succession to the throne, as long as His Royal Highness ascends the throne, the matter of rescuing Bi Lin will be easy, and sticking to rigid promises will not bring any use......

"Norwen, I didn't expect your eloquence and courage to become more and more impressive."

This was the first time Xia Lan looked at each other.

From what he said just now, there is no doubt that he can't wait to get out of his control, he wants to betray!

He hates people who repeat themselves.

He once said in his heart that as long as he broke his original promise, he would definitely kill him.

"Don't forget it, you're my servant."

"My lord, nominally we are indeed a master-servant relationship, but in fact we have not signed a master-servant contract." Norwen retorted with nervous clenched fists.

"Norwen, how about we sign it now?" Xia Lan said to him with a meaningful smile.

"This—"

Norwen was stunned, but the words he wanted to refuse just now were blocked in his mouth, did he really choose to break with the other party?

His current qiē was all caused by him, so he might have a way to take away his current qiē, and he was ready to fight him to the end?

For a while, he fell into a tangled contradiction.

"Lord Xialan, Lord Norwen, by the order of His Highness, I would like to invite you to come to the study."

Suddenly, an attendant hurried out to the garden and summoned them both.

Hearing the attendant's words, Nuo Wen's heart was relieved, and he hurriedly said to Xia Lan: "My lord, it's better to wait until we meet His Highness before continuing to talk about the problem just now." ”

Xia Lan nodded, looking at the figure of Novo leaving quickly, but involuntarily ripped off a bright red petal in his hand.

……

Den.

Sasso sat at the table sipping hot tea as usual, and there was no one else in the room except Charan and Norwen, not even Bedwin, whom he trusted the most.

"Norwen, I'd like to hear about Sugro."

He put down his teacup and asked Norwen alone.

"Your Highness doesn't know what you want to hear about Sugro?" Norwen saluted respectfully.

"Sugro's threat to the kingdom." Sasso said lightly.

Xia Lan stood aside and closed her eyes to recuperate, and when she heard Sasso's question, her thoughts changed in an instant.

After a while, after Nowen sorted out his thoughts, he said eloquently: "Your Highness, as we all know, Sugro is a soul warrior created by the ancient god of the underworld, Garbod, after the war of the gods, the counterattack of the clans completely drove them out of the center of Eldran, and they were far away to the current land of Yin Haze, and they have never been revived since...... The survival of those monsters has always been about the division between the weak and the strong, so the contradictions and disputes between them have never ended, but it is undeniable that once those monsters are united, the strength they burst out is definitely an extremely terrifying torrent of destruction, resurrecting the dead and the dead, depriving the mind, and spreading the black land......"

"Isn't Adria alone able to resist their invasion?" Sasso interrupted suddenly.

"Your Highness, this is not clear to your subordinates, but if Sugro really dares to invade in a full-scale way, then we can call for help from the Radiant Sanctuary, and perhaps we can use this to launch a holy war to completely destroy Sugro, but ...... We are afraid that we will pay a terrible price for this. Norwin said cautiously.

Norvein's answer did not give any positive indication of Adria's ability to resist Sugro's invasion, and anyone who cares could hear his words at once.

Adria doesn't have this ability.

Sasso was silent for a long time.

If he sits on the throne in the future, I am afraid that this kingdom will also become full of holes.

The internal aristocracy competed for power and looked like a god; With the full-scale invasion of the Outer Sugro, coupled with the Osassu barbarians who have recovered from the catastrophe of that year, how will they choose?