The gloomy sky covered the sky, and suddenly, a sparse drizzle covered Limontanlu like a white veil, and the light sound of rain beat against the city walls, on the streets, on every building, as if the whole world was only the sound of rain, and all the dirty, unbearable, and dark were baptized by the spring rain, and washed away to the point of extraordinarily clear.

"How's it going, going home?"

Modrian leaned against the mahogany table, his face puffed in his hands, and looked calmly at the drizzle outside the door.

"It's not bad, although the family has been eliminated, but with the prestige of the lord, there is nothing difficult about it." Horace said with a smile, this time he returned to the Dalle family, saw many people he hadn't seen for a long time, and there were also people who kept him and wanted to exchange a certain family interest for his freedom, but he refused.

Sometimes standing on a high place and looking down at the low lying can indeed have a different style.

But looking from the low to the high place, you can see more details of the branches, which you have never experienced when you stand on a high place, and what you must experience after falling into the clouds.

Above all, Horace felt that he had found a path worth putting all his might on, one he hoped to follow.

"I talked to my father about something." Horace collected his thoughts, remembering his father's warnings and instructions, and a trace of bitterness and confusion filled his heart.

"Hatred is better than resolution, sometimes in this kingdom, some things have to be endured!"

"Also, go and warn the little one, watch out for the Council of Nobles!"

Hearing this, Modrian sat up straight, his brows furrowed slightly, and from the moment he guessed Horace's identity, he paid extra attention to the news of the Dalle family, and Horace's father, Gardner Lindbergh Dalle, was the focus of the focus.

Gardner Lindbergh Dalle, the Chancellor of the Exchequer of the Kingdom and a hereditary marquis, is a true top figure in the Kingdom of Stoke, and is also an important weight for His Highnesses in this battle for the throne.

"What do you think of it yourself?" Modrian looked at Horace in front of him and asked.

He is not aware of everything that has happened in the outside world recently, but through the decrease in the number of visitors and the decrease in the number of invitations, it is not difficult to find that there seems to be an inexplicable change taking place.

In this regard, he seems to be more low-key, almost not going out, living in this gorgeous building.

After the brilliant brilliance, it is always necessary to learn to hide himself, he is not the hero of this war, he wants to be a bystander, even if the possibilities are already small.

"I'm not a hero praised by bards, I'm not a man of high morals, I just want to seize this opportunity and avenge myself." Horace lowered his eyes, unbridled hatred overflowing from his pupils, he didn't want to go through that sad past day and night.

"I've solved that damn female cousin, but the hero of the murder is still at large, although he is no longer humane!"

"But I don't want to let him go yet, as a father's responsibility, as a man's responsibility, I just want to solve him with my own hands."

The aristocracy is unimaginable to ordinary people, which is caused by the affluent life and the psychology of making monsters, they pursue excitement and pursue alternative kuàigǎn.

But all this is within the limits of what the family can bear, without affecting the next generation, and within the moral boundaries.

When one party unexpectedly took this step and wanted to use it to blame him, these were all things that Horace experienced, and he almost thought it was his own fault in his heart.

Unfortunately, there is no impermeable wall in the world, and Horace, who learned the truth, almost collapsed, and after accidentally killing his wife, he no longer endured the inner torment and wanted to avenge the unborn child.

Failed, everything was a failure, this is Limontanlu, here is the Kingdom of Stoke, this is the heart of the Varrant family.

At the behest of his father, Marquis Gardner, he was banished from the kingdom of Stoke and never set foot in it.

Once violated, the binding contract signed is invalid, and the Dale family is not allowed to meddle in it, leaving it to the two young men to settle it themselves.

Yes, a prince, a frustrated, a very [fair] duel.

In the past, Horace would never have stepped into Limontamlu without the certainty of it, nor would he provoke Saloyan Craigie Varrant.

But now it was different, Horace saw hope, and in this battle for the throne, after the battle of the Shadow Realm the night before, he thought it was his best chance.

"As you wish!" Modrian was smiling, and bursts of dark green data were reflected in his brown pupils, and [Temporary Mission: Follower's Revenge] was flashing in the system panel.

"On the day of the rainy night killing, the time is set before the banquet."

"I think a lot of people would also like to see a dazzling fireworks display before the battle for the throne."

Modrian got up and walked around, leaning against the door, the scattered drizzle blowing on his face, bringing a touch of coolness.

Three days later, the Council of Nobles was convened, it was the day of the distribution of cakes, so why not grab a single resource, for the sake of Valoran's collar, for the followers behind him, and for the sake of the followers behind him, and he wanted to prove to some guys that he should not give up on him.

What's more, he wants to act a little crazier and make the guys hiding in the shadows scared.

"Prepare, may the flowers we have carefully prepared bloom before the banquet normally!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Two different answers rang out at the same time, one for Horace and the other for a slightly distorted shadow from Modrian's feet.

Modrian smiled slightly, looking at the drizzle outside the door, transparent water droplets splashed on the ground, scattering a thin mist, like ink dripping on rice paper, slowly soaking in.

Just like his current mentality, from the careful survival in the past, to the hidden sharpness of the Valoran Domain, and now, he has begun to let go of his mentality, accept the changes in this world, accept the infection of aristocratic society, and at the same time let himself live a little more comfortably, these are all from the end of the battle in the shadow realm, nourishing his heart.

……………………

Violet Mage Tower, the silent inner chamber.

The thick element of magic was active in the air, and Craigie shrugged his head, nodding his head from time to time, as if in meditation {sleep?} }, scattered white hair obscuring the face.

"Hah!" Craigie opened his cloudy eyes, stretched his waist, and then turned his head to look behind him as if he had discovered something.

"Hey, you little guy, when did you get so sneaky?"

"I've seen His Majesty Craigie." Jasper straightened out the black and white dress, the golden silk thread engraved on the corner of the dress, and said slightly bent down.

"Okay, don't be so polite, now at this time, you dare to leave Lloyd's side, aren't you afraid of any accidents?" Craigie said jokingly as he looked at Jasper as he stepped out of the shadows.

"With your presence, I can't think of anyone else who would dare to assassinate His Majesty the King in Limontamlune." Jasper spoke.

"Alright, alright, let's talk, what's the matter? Or does Lloyd want you to bring something with you? Craigie grumbled, then turned to business.

"According to the original plan, since those guys in the abyss are eyeing the target, then don't worry about him for the time being." Jasper said softly with his hands at his sides.

"The focus is on the temple, I don't know what factor, the rate of blessing of the gods has increased, and His Majesty the King is a little worried about the temple of power."

"Gods!?"

Craigie's cloudy eyes flashed a hint of discoloration, and he remembered some of the situations recorded in the books, it seemed that something unusual had happened? The movements of the gods became more and more frequent.

"I'll pay more attention to the Temple of Strength, I'm worried about your side, Lloyd's old boy can't resist for a few days, have you chosen?"

The king's seat, who will sit on it, Craigie doesn't care, anyway, in the legendary lifespan, he has experienced two kings, although not as dazzling as Lloyd's exploits, but the longevity is much better.