In the land of ruins, Modrian let the torrential rain invade, and his eyes looked in the direction of Darius in a daze, and dozens of red snake bodies disappeared, almost absorbed by the black cutters.

The crimson-black axe body became more and more transparent, and the snow-white blade shimmered with crimson brilliance, as if it had spirituality, and from time to time there would be a trembling sound echoing, telling the joy of the heart.

It seems that this slaughter legend, not only Darius has gained, but even the black cutter is thirsty for a legendary blood by the way.

The icy rain poured down, washing away the dust of the ruins and creating bright red water stains.

Until the violent spell fluctuations from the direction of the Violet Mage Tower, the surging and majestic energy swept through the sky, waking up everyone in the ruins.

"There's a legend in the fight!" Cana waved her staff to disperse the rain in the area, her azure eyes traversing the distance of space and observing the source of the spell's fluctuations.

"Discern the breath, one of them is Craigie Christopher Nelson, the guardian of the Stoke Kingdom, and the other two don't know each other, but they are also legends!"

Legend!? Modrian's brows furrowed when he heard this, his eyes were full of solemnity, when did he start to be so full of legends?

His heart moved slightly, and his gaze turned and fell on Darius again, perhaps it was the fluctuation of spell energy from the direction of the Violet Mage Tower, causing an inexplicable change, and Darius was waking up.

Even if the legend is, in the end it is just a piece of loess, and even the soul is gone.

Modrian shrugged his shoulders slightly, watching Darius return to the array, and didn't ask much, because he felt the changes in Darius through the system, and was in a deep level of life evolution, yes, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as life evolution.

"Let's go!"

With a wave of his hand, Modrian turned away a little tiredly, no longer paying attention to the movement of the Violet Mage Tower, and prepared to return to his residence.

Tonight's experience has made him feel slightly depressed, at least the powerlessness in the face of the legend has made him feel a little depressed, but fortunately, he is a psychologist, and he can recover with a little adjustment.

In the corner of the ruins, Sigrid Cecil, the embarrassed count of the kingdom who luckily survived the aftermath of the battle in the shattered space, and now saw that Modrian was about to leave, he panicked in his heart, and had no time to rest, so he lifted his dirty red dress and hurriedly followed.

Compared to life, the molestion and oppression of the past were nothing, and she did not dare to bet on whether the baron would forget herself. I'm really not Luo Tianyi

The rain curtain became more and more surging, and the falling rain turned into a white bead curtain, gradually covering the figures of the disappeared people.

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The Clarence Hall, chosen by the Council of Nobles to hold its banquets, is translated as a wise man, perhaps by its clever name, which has made it the most famous banquet venue in Limontanlu in just a few decades.

Torrential rain hit tonight, but it still couldn't hide the lights of Clarence Hall.

Bright and gentle magical lights illuminate the hall, and the golden glazed eaves reflect the dim starlight, giving a faint glimpse of the grand scene of the banquet center.

Red silk cloth is embellished in the banquet hall, pure white dining cloth is spread all over the tables and chairs, a set of neat sets of tableware and fruit plates are placed on the table, and at the four corners, there are bursts of elk incense wafting, accompanied by the relaxed and cheerful sound of the piano, a peaceful atmosphere.

In the bright lights, elegant and decent gentlemen and aristocrats walked slowly with their female companions in their arms, with false smiling expressions, or talking, whispering and discussing, or pretending to be elegant.

This group of seemingly elegant nobles faintly divided the main banquet hall into three areas, except for a few big nobles, most of the nobles were basically in their own circles.

Bloodline nobles, meritorious nobles, and position nobles!

It is a very simple circle, but it is divided into different classes, among which the most central part of the banquet hall is the blood nobles, and the outer side is the meritorious nobles, and the most wàiwéi are the court nobles.

Elegant and chattering, every nobleman was looking for allies at tonight's banquet, or at least to carve out a certain pie of interest in the coming storm maelstrom.

"Viscount Brooke, look at you, aren't you in the mood for tonight?" The Marquis Gardiner walked out of the central circle and walked to the meritorious nobles, and the other meritorious nobles who kept smiling wanted to get close to talk, but they could not advance under the invisible momentum.

A look of surprise appeared on Viscount Brooke's face, and he looked around, full of envy, only he himself was a little puzzled.

"Marquis Gardner, good night!" Viscount Brooke saluted slightly and said, he is self-aware, the reputation of the Scarlet Viscount is not very good in the aristocratic circle of Limontanlu, and the meritorious nobles who can stand in the royal capital are far above him in terms of qualifications and strength.

What's more, the Marquis of Gardner in front of him is the master of the Daller family, the finance minister of the kingdom, and the real top person in Limontanlu. Retake the path of life

"Good night!" Marquis Gardner said with a smile, with a hint of kindness in his tone. "Can you tell me a fun story about Perris's territory? I'm curious about that land. ”

Hearing this, Viscount Brooke's face was gloomy, but he still kept smiling and chatting and laughing with the Marquis Gardner.

His family knew his own affairs, and when the Marquis Gardiner talked about Modrian, he didn't talk much, and mostly brought it in a hurry.

The day before yesterday, the butler Dulu Komick wrote a letter mentioning that Kadir had secretly left Perris territory and was missing.

Coupled with the previous whims, perhaps this eldest son has ...........

Sadness showed a slight face, and the Marquis Gardner noticed the change in Viscount Brooke's heart, and it seemed that the rumors were true, and the scarlet Viscount, who had experienced the Great Patriotic War, had missed something in the matter of heirs.

After a few small talks, the Marquis Gardiner maintained his ceremonial demeanor and left the circle of meritorious nobles, he probably knew the situation of Perris's territory, and he didn't need to be overly concerned or offended, because for the time being, he didn't know Modrian's attitude, and anything could happen in the noble circle.

Viscount Brooke smirked to himself as he drank the red wine in his hand, and if nothing else, he guessed that the matter of Kadir might have something to do with Modrian.

The cannibalism of the heirs is his fault, the initial choice, the change of fate, no one can say clearly.

Just thinking of Modrian, a wry smile spread on the corners of his mouth, the already bad family relationship had been broken long after he was expelled, the last attempt in the wilderness plain was doomed, and with his power, he may not have been taken seriously by Modrian.

The Knights, as well as rumors and legends stand behind Modrian.

This is also the reason why his noble banquet tonight will be arranged in the central circle of meritorious nobles, after all, in the eyes of outsiders, Modrian has always carried the surname Perris, and has used the power of the Perris family in both the cities of Edalas and the towns of Irwindale.

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