The familiar system prompt sounded, still a cold taste, but it gave Modrian a different feeling, the reward for the rest of his life after the catastrophe was more enjoyable than the victory of the predicted outcome.

Modrian resolutely crossed the threshold of the ruins in the dim starlight, looking back at the ruined place in battle, he felt a little sorry in his heart, and to be honest, he liked the architecture and elegance of the environment.

"Huh, Horace?" Modrian noticed Horace at the end of the line, who seemed to be staring into the distance, in the direction of which was the Colosseum of Cecil, the underground dark 'realm' mastered by Besimmo, the young master of the Cecil family.

Through the ornate wall curtains, Modrian's pupils reflected the figures of two young men and a gray-robed figure tainted with a hint of evil.

"Who are those guys?" Modrian asked, there didn't seem to be any relevant images in his memory, he should be a stranger.

"It's His Highness Saroyan, and Besimo of the Cecil family, the other one I don't know." Horace said with a smile, but the smile that bloomed from the corner of his mouth was bitter and helpless.

Friend!?

Although it was expected, the cruel reality still dealt Horace a heavy blow, a damn betrayal, a damn trust.

Time erases the traces of the past, the proportion of interests has long surpassed friendship, and he should learn to accept the reality and no longer have hope for the past.

Saloyan Craigie Varrant. Modrian whispered the name that belonged to the Varrant family, then turned his head slightly, and looked sideways at Horace at the moment, revealing a look of surprise.

"A chance for revenge, is it needed? Take advantage of this moment, at least no one will stop you. ”

A cold look appeared on his face, and Modrian didn't care about it. If there's such a big commotion tonight, why not keep adding some fuel and make tomorrow's flame burn even brighter.

What's more, there is also [Temporary Mission: Follower's Revenge] hanging from the rudimentary panel of the system, flashing with a bloody glow.

"No, no." Horace shook his head when he heard this, rejected Modrian's kindness, and then withdrew his gaze, he knew that even if the current killing would be successful, it would lead to surprises, so why not wait and wait for the crucial moment of the battle for the throne.

Hatred had sustained him for so long, and he could wait a little longer, for the thought in his heart that had never given up.

"Okay!" Modrian looked at Horace, who had returned to normal at the moment, and didn't say much.

In fact, his heart has already recognized Horace as a companion, but the other party makes a choice, so he will not say anything, even if he guesses that His Royal Highness Saroyan and Besimo of the Cecil family will most likely be related to the Shadow Realm this time.

The shadows faded, and under the bustling lights, Modryen and his party walked farther and farther away in the night, and gradually disappeared.

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

Boom!

The evil life energy exploded, shattering the mutton fat and white jade guardrail, and the feminine face of His Royal Highness Saroyan was full of distorted colors, and the gloomy voice echoed in the secret room on the third floor.

"Damn, damn it, what does that guy's gaze mean? Scorn? Look down on me? ”

Besimor and Orcas were silent, and out of the corner of their eyes, they looked at His Highness Saroyan, who was a little crazy in front of them, and no one would touch the moldy head.

It's just that compared to the different moods of His Royal Highness Saroyan and Orcas, Besimos's heart is more remorse and frustration, regret for the initial choice, and frustration for standing on the wrong side of interests.

He also saw Horace's figure looking here, his face plain, but his pupils deep.

If there is a little hatred, there is room for maneuver, and now that the 'friendship' between the two has come to an end, perhaps it will no longer be called 'friendship', he sees the bloody meaning of settling accounts after the autumn.

"Bessimo!"

The feminine and ghostly voice recalled Beximo's thoughts, and he glanced up at His Highness Saroyan, who whispered in response, "Your Highness, what are your orders?" ”

"I'm going to meet with Count Sigrid, and I hope the Cecil family won't refuse." His Highness Saroyan overlooked the courtyard in ruins, and suppressed hatred permeated his pupils.

"Of course, the Cecil family is here to help!" Besimus agreed without hesitation, then glanced at the priest of Neocas in the shadows, nodded slightly, and left the hidden chamber.

Crunch!

As soon as the door was closed, the wind struck, and His Royal Highness Saroyan turned his body and stared at the Orcas priest in front of him with eyes full of hatred and madness, the scales on the surface of his skin became more and more obvious, and the hideous and strange aura slowly condensed.

"As you have said, the shadows will come, and as promised, I will see Horace's head."

"But now that everything is empty, even the Lord of Shadows as you speak of it seems to have failed? Ha, that's ridiculous! ”

Inside the dark robes, Priest Orcas lowered his head and was silent, this time the development of events was indeed beyond expectations, he never thought that even the Lord of Shadows would make a move in vain.

A faint shadow filled his eyes, and a soft murmur echoed in his ears, and Priest Orcas heard an inexplicable call from the supreme being of his meditative faith.

"The shadow will not fail, and the day it will come again will be the time to fulfill the promise!"

When the priest of Orcas raised his head again, the sound of a serpent's neighing echoed in the chamber, tinged with a bloody rage.

"Your Highness Saroyan, our cooperation is still the same, I hope you don't give up too soon, the battle for the throne has not yet begun, everything is unknown."

"Humph!" His Highness Saloyan held back the hatred in his heart, but as soon as he remembered Horace's gaze just now, he couldn't help but surge with anger. "As you say, the council of nobles that will convene in three days will almost decide the situation of the battle for the throne."

"You have to hurry up!"

He has lost too much, but in order to complete his inner revenge, he doesn't mind waiting any longer to endure the strange eyes of others.

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

The dim starlight mingled with the magic lights on the side of the road, illuminating the direction of progress, and Modrian crossed the bustling commercial streets to his final destination.

A low, luxurious building on the edge of an aristocratic district.

"Where did you live?" Modrian stood in front of the door, sighing at the style of the building in front of him as he conversed with Horace.

A look of remembrance came to his face, and Horace whispered, "Yes, I've lived here since I was an adult. ”

"Oh, we're going to live in like this, won't the Daller family say anything?" Modrian asked with a smile.

"No, it won't." Horace stepped forward and pushed open the heavy mahogany door, looking at the empty but neat and clean building.

"The Daller family is the top family of Limontanlu, and they have always done a good job in this regard."

Anyone who has seen or peeked into the shadows will change their choices tonight, and the Dallor family is one of them.

From leaving Cecil's gladiatorial arena to walking here, Horace knew in his heart, and the Dalle family also knew it in his heart, so they prepared in advance, cleared and vacated the building in front of them.

Horace turned to his side, bent forty-five degrees, and placed his right hand on his left chest, an extremely standard aristocratic etiquette, but also a representation of the supreme loyalty and respect in his heart.

"Lord Modrian, please come in!"