Nitya's Alchemy!

Saviara dim sum shop!

Shark's Tavern!

Shops and roads hidden in the depths of his memory and never forgotten approached his vision one after another, and Horace tilted his head slightly, not wanting cold tears to fall, these were all places he had visited.

"For four years, three months and five days, I remember the time all the time, but I don't want these memories to fade in my mind."

"Now, I'm stepping on this land again!"

The bustling scene filled the city, and Modrian led his war horse to walk on the trade road, like a stunned young man in the countryside, so curious about everything.

In the wide streets, a trading caravan drove Minotaur slaves to transport goods, flanked by mercenaries full of guards; Occasionally, dwarf, active goblins can be seen in the shops on either side, dressed in ornate robes, directing hired human attendants to attract many new guests and visitors to the city.

This is something that has never been seen in the northern part of the kingdom, not even in the most economically prosperous city of Edalas. {The limitations of Edalas City and the proximity of the war fortress make it impossible for most foreign merchants to look their business there.} }

It is not only the strength and racial influence of the traders themselves, but also the fear and fear of war, a sudden outbreak of war will cause most merchants to lose a lot of money, or even bankrupt.

The 10-year Great Patriotic War left many bloody lessons for profit-seeking businessmen to stay away from the war. {This is for most lower-middle-class merchants, not the real top merchants who make war fortunes.} }

"Any suggestions? Shall we live directly in the accommodation arranged by the Council of Nobles, or will we choose another location? Modrian withdrew his gaze and asked Horace, who was slightly distracted behind him, his inadvertent emotion made him a little curious.

At that time, as a mediocre young master of the Perris family, he had only heard a few words about Horace in the remote part of the party, and most of them did not know whether they were true or false, and he had no way of knowing whether they were right or wrong.

However, just by looking at the fact that the incident could spread throughout the Stoke Kingdom, you can know how sensational what happened at that time.

"It is advisable to reject the arrangement of the Council of Nobles." Horace eased his emotions a little and said softly. "Every time the Council of Nobles is convened, it becomes the center of sight, filled with sentinels of every power, which is not conducive to our plans."

After calming down, Horace returned to his original cold appearance, and his elite education, coupled with the experience of growing up in the royal capital, made him know that this great city had buried countless talented people who were proud and conceited.

Turning his head slightly to look around at the surrounding Trifali legionnaires and Darius, Horace continued: "Under the dazzling spotlight, it may reveal our strength in advance. ”

It's not that the place arranged by the noble council is bad, but there are certain restrictions there, and as a nobleman, you must maintain the etiquette and humility of the nobility at all times and at all times, and you must also endure the observation and scrutiny of countless sentinels every day.

This is a noble council to prevent local lords from causing trouble in this prosperous city, and there have been many powerful lords who have caused great trouble in the past.

Use of force?

I'm sorry, but as an outsider, how can I compare to those land snakes, this is the center of the Stoke Kingdom, not my own territory, and I have to learn to get used to the rules and laws here.

It is also because of all kinds of inconveniences, except for some court nobles, most of the meritorious nobles and powerful nobles do not like to be constrained by others, so the place provided by the noble council is deserted all year round.

Modrian nodded slightly, and his cold gaze swept imperceptibly over several places on the street at this time, where some people were blatantly observing them.

"Ha, it's really interesting, before His Majesty the Kingdom fell, signs of chaos have emerged, is this deliberate, or is it inadequate?"

He had predicted the worst situation in Limentanlu before he came, but he didn't expect it to be worse than he imagined, and that this ancient and majestic city would usher in some kind of indescribable change.

"Then do the accommodations provided by Earl Harriman and His Royal Highness the Grand Prince need to be given up?" Modrian didn't care about the petty ones, he had to adjust to his current status, an invited baron, at least until he was familiar with the environment, he could disguise himself properly.

"I think adults already have ideas in their hearts." Horace responded. "If you can trust me, I have a friend who can provide us with a place to live."

Modrian turned his head to look at Horace with a lowered face, and said with a smile: "From the moment you choose to follow me, you are an indispensable member of the Valoran Territory, and I will always stand behind you and believe in your every word." ”

The bustling streets, the atmosphere of silence gradually permeates, and there are some different changes here compared to the rénliú that is rubbing shoulders outside.

"Horace will always follow the Lord."

A deep voice was responding to Modrian, and he was also promising that Horace, who had returned to Limontanlu, began to let go of the shackles in his heart, and that his final destiny would find a home here.

......................

The Colosseum of Cecil, located in the southwest corner of Limontanlu, was a popular place for commoners and aristocrats alike.

Because it is located at the junction of slums and bustling areas, it is perennially filled with all kinds of strangers, including some bloodthirsty warriors and aggressive mercenaries, and of course, more of them are civilians who look crazy to come and go, and under the gladiatorial fights, it is an unusually popular gamble, a gamble about life.

The golden shield, the blood, the beauty, and the yùwàng make the Cecil Colosseum one of the iconic buildings under the dark side of Limentanlu.

Steel battle axes stood in the square of the gladiatorial arena, rust like blood dotted the gray base, and along the road of the square, more than a dozen sculptures stood, either warriors, archers, knights, and fierce monsters.

The entrance to the Colosseum was manned by eight guards in armor and armed arms, who watched the Rénliú with a nonchalant expression, mostly civilians in simple clothes, occasionally mixed with merchants in ornate clothes.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The loud colossal arena of Cecil suddenly resounded with a loud noise, followed by frantic cursing, and bursts of smashing, and then a large number of red-eyed, shouting civilians were driven out by the mercenaries who were waiting for them.

Even in the face of sharp weapons, this group of civilian gamblers who have long since lost are undaunted, and in their eyes there is only the color of a golden shield, and everything else is empty.

"A bunch of scum, if it weren't for the special period now, I would have arranged for someone to kill them a long time ago." In the window of the top floor of Cecil's gladiatorial arena, a young man in a refined black dress looked down at the chaos below and spat out bloody words.

Those scum did not hit the mercenary array for a long time, making the young man in black dress lose his watch, it seems that Cecil's reputation is still very good recently, and then turned his head to look at the butler beside him and asked.

"Are you sure who's going to be at tonight's party?"

"I'm sorry, but the few people you specially invited refused to participate, but some foreign aristocratic forces tried their best to sneak in after hearing the news." The housekeeper had already prepared and put together in detail some of the names that were worth noting for attending the party.

"It's all small characters, don't worry about them." The young man in the black dress lightly tapped the armrests of the table and chair. "But those few people refused the invitation, was there something unexpected happening?"

"The Jeffreys, the Harrimans, the Arnolds, and ..............," the young man in the black dress hesitated for a moment, and finally said. Is there any movement from the Daller family? ”

"I'm sorry, young master, our intelligence officer didn't collect any accidents, or it may be in a special period, everyone is very careful............."

Knock knock!

A sudden and rapid knock on the door interrupted the conversation between the two, and the young man in the black dress frowned slightly, his cruel expression flashed, and he motioned for the housekeeper to open the door.