Warm water is poured into the white jade tea bowl, and the green tender tea is like a bird's tongue, dark green in color, and a touch of fragrance lingers in the room.

"Heart of the Forest, the unique fragrant tea of the Sridan Forest." Benny lowered his eyes and immersed himself in the world he had created, his long, graceful fingers gently stirring the white spoon.

"Sought after by the nobility and mage community due to its scarce numbers and unique effects."

Sridan Forest?

Modrian's eyes were half-squinted, and information about the Forest of Sridan came to his mind, a vast forest located in the southern part of the continent of Calradimos, a little far away from the Kingdom of Stoke.

"Really? Then I'm stained with Uncle Benny's light this time. ”

Holding the white tea bowl and smelling the faint fragrance, Modrian drank it all in one gulp, and the green tender tea also went down with the tea.

Well? He waited for a while, and there didn't seem to be any unique effect?

Wait, no!

As soon as my thoughts arise, a cool sensation rises from my abdomen, through the veins of my internal organs, and extends to my brain, as if washing away my tiredness, which makes people feel refreshed.

"Very good fragrant tea." Ignoring Benny's stunned expression, Modrian picked up the teapot and poured himself a new cup again, and continued to drink, the faint aroma of tea permeating.

Benny looked at the scene at this moment and shook his head helplessly, this was a little different from what he expected, the etiquette of the nobles seemed to be invisible to the other party, showing vulgar movements. {Before, he didn't have the strength to choose, so Modrian tried to get himself used to the hypocritical aristocratic etiquette, but now he has enough strength to make himself a little freer.} }

Swept slightly over the girl sitting quietly behind Modrian, her green pupils constricted, and the keen talent given by the forest elf bloodline made him feel mortally dangerous.

Reaching out to pick up the tea bowl in front of him, Benny took a sip of tea, closed his eyes and felt the spiritual washing, and said softly: "The latest news from Limontanlu is that the king is seriously ill and may not survive next year's spring season. ”

"Are you sure it's the same as before? Fraud sweeps away the lurking forces? Modrian put down the white tea bowl in his hand and stared at the handsome face that had barely changed, the blood of the elves was enviable.

In the past two years, His Majesty the current king has been sick several times, causing restlessness in the Stoke kingdom and completely purging many dissenting aristocratic forces.

"Sure, both the Violet Mage Tower and the Court Mage Corps have some healing mages invited into the palace, and then forced to sign a series of confidentiality contracts when they come out." In the white mist, Benny said slowly, and an inexplicable look appeared on his handsome face.

"But I don't want a few people to dare to break the shackles of the contract and bring out this news at the cost of their lives."

Dead? Modrian subconsciously thought that the forces that could use noble mages as dead soldiers were some top nobles, and it seems that this news should be confirmed?

"Will it affect the Northlands?"

To the north of the city of Edalas is the Gates of Sorrow, the kingdom's war bulwark, where hundreds of thousands of kingdom soldiers are stationed. {Although there is no war now, there is a lot of friction, and it is still the top priority of the kingdom, after all, the Eleanfaro Empire on the other side is one of the most powerful empires on the continent of Karadimos.} }

As soon as the words came out, Modrian felt his innocence, the supremacy of the kingdom, who was not interested?

"Of course." Benny didn't care about Modrian's gaffe, his green eyes locked on Modrian's face, and the cruel truth was slowly told in a calm tone.

"His Royal Highness Guy, the commander of the Gate of Sorrow, is the first heir of the kingdom, so there are now many sentries lurking in the city of Edalas to observe the movement of the Gate of Sorrow."

"And, aren't you already affected?"

Hearing this, Modrian's brows furrowed slightly, as if he didn't understand Uncle Benny's words, as a newly rising nobleman with real power, even with the help of Shadow Stream, he was far inferior to these old nobles in gathering intelligence.

"You can understand if you don't know the situation." Benny sniffed the scent of the heart of the forest, and his handsome face in the mist looked a little blurry.

"Before His Majesty the King did not succeed to the throne, or more precisely before the Great Patriotic War, the Temple of Power was the state religion of the Kingdom of Stoke, not the situation that is now almost invisible."

Temple of Power?

Modrian thought for a moment, it seemed that the battle that took place in the town of Irwindale was not an occasional one, and the situation was now more serious than expected.

"Why does the Temple of Power take a fancy to Valoran's Collar? It's not just a new territory. Modrian asked suddenly.

"You're good, more than two years is enough time for a lot of people to see a lot of things and make choices for them." Benny put down his tea bowl, smiled reassuringly, and moved away from the conversation.

"That guy Brooke and I have written to you to get back to Perris Castle."

He lied, and the letter from Perris Castle was not from Brooke himself, but from someone else.

"Is it because of the Perris family?" Modrian seemed to understand something and whispered.

Seeing Uncle Benny's silence, he was not angry, just as when he first came to the northland of the kingdom, he had used the reputation of the Perris family, a fact that he could not change since he was born.

"It seems that you have received a similar letter, and I think you have refused." Benny finally spoke, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes, that Brooke had made the wrong choice, and it was very wrong.

"When you are not strong, you can only get a certain status by killing and loyalty."

"The Perris family played such a role for the royal family after the end of the Great Patriotic War, and the Temple of Power did not escape the butcher's knife erected by Brooke."

In a trance, Benny saw the bloody storm again, and in those years he followed Brooke to fight all over the kingdom, setting off iron-blooded killings and purging the faithful.

"So that's how I'm different from you, I now have enough strength to guard what I want." Modrian looked at Uncle Benny, who was caught in a memory, and rejected some possibilities in a firm tone.

"In this life, there will always be a crucial opportunity, if you seize it, then you can change a person's life, I am glad that I chose to leave Perris Castle."

Modrian's body moved forward slightly, and the corners of his mouth were filled with a smile, more of an emotion.

"The Temple of Power chose the wrong target, so they paid the price of death."

"As for myself!" Modrian paused, then said in a slightly arrogant tone, "I think there should be no one in the north of the kingdom who will stand against me now, right?" ”