The quiet atmosphere suppressed the smell of blood, and the bright magical light shone on the blade of the crimson raiser, reflecting a deep crimson glow.

Phew!

The crimson light shuttled through the transparent air, setting off the slightest ripple, and Saroyan half-narrowed his eyes stared at his younger brother in front of him, the crimson sword in his hand hanging from his forehead.

"Dear brother, please say it again, who is back?"

Frowning slightly, Sawyer suppressed the reflexive surge of life energy in his body, tilted his head, and looked indifferently at the crimson thin sword that was close at hand, and his golden hair was scattered over his shoulders.

"Old Eugene of the Shark's Cataln provides the exact source, and you should know his credibility."

The golden reputation hidden in the darkness is not bought with a golden shield, but slowly accumulated over decades.

"As for the reason why I'm here, it's very simple, someone asked me to remind you, don't make too much of a fuss, it's a critical moment, and the Dale family may get involved."

The crimson sword mangs shredded and laid the luxurious carpet on the ground, leaving traces of the Tao in the air during the active period of residual life energy.

"Ha, who made the original promise? And who is destroying it now? Saloyan stared closely at Sawyer in front of him, and a look of madness appeared on his feminine face.

"I have lost the symbol of a man, I thought I had lost the opportunity for revenge, and now that the time comes, do you think I will give up?"

Looking at the room environment full of sword marks, Sawyer lowered his eyes, and the sneer flashed, as his elder brother, Saroyan is the third prince of the Stoke Kingdom, and he is also a popular contender for the throne, but after that accident, the loss of the symbol of the man Saroyan also means that the inheritance to the throne has been completely lost.

And the slightly neurotic Saroyan at the moment is a distorted personality, extravagant, and moody caused by the aftermath of the original incident.

Under the exchange of interests, it is hard to imagine that His Royal Highness, the third prince of the kingdom, after being humiliated, could only let the other party be forced to leave the territory of the Stoke Kingdom and never return.

It's ridiculous, but it's also true!

This is not only the reason for Saroyan himself, but also the reason why the Daller family sacrifices their own inherent interests, and the interests of a top noble family are enough for the Varrant family to regress.

"The coming kingdom storm will be your opportunity and your grave!"

Sawyer took a deep look at the grim Saloyan, and finally left silently, his warning had been brought, and as for whether Saroyan could listen to it, it was now known.

"Who the hell is driving me so crazy?"

Strange whispers echoed through the room, crimson swords stuck diagonally across the torn carpet, and Saloyan watched Sawyer disappear into the night.

"It's you, damn it, you hypocrites, who have made me lose everything!"

If the Temple Priest had come a little earlier, if any mage who was proficient in healing had come, how could he have lost the symbol of a man, even if he had finally taken it back? The parts damaged by the impact of life energy have long since become inactive.

"Ha, the final victory has not yet come, and I don't know who will have the last laugh, is it you? Or me? It's still our 'beloved' big brother, and the trajectory of fate is impossible to see! ”

The magic light shone brightly, illuminating the dilapidated and chaotic room, and Saroyan looked silently at himself in the bronze mirror, his eyebrows somewhat similar to Guy's, but his face was slightly feminine, with a hint of madness in his falcon-like eyes, and his slightly curled blonde hair was neatly groomed.

He just stared at himself in the territory, letting the time pass quietly, and the quiet atmosphere became more and more intense, enveloping this small area.

A figure in a pure black cloak appeared in the room, and after quickly looking around his surroundings, he stood silently in place.

"Hehe, Your Highness Saroyan, is there anything important?" The voice is like the neighing of a poisonous snake, but there is some weird coquettishness, and it is impossible to distinguish between a man and a woman.

"It's time to make good on my promise, and I need to mobilize some of the power of the shadows!" Saloyan turned his body and looked at the man in front of him with feminine and calm eyes.

"Of course, the Lord of Shadows hears you." The black figure lowered its face, and an inexplicable voice sounded.

"Who is the target?"

"Horace Lindbergh Dalle!"

Silence fell, the black figure pressed the cloak very low, and the whole person was like a dark shadow, motionless, but what could be clearly felt was that the muscles under the cloak were tensing, and there seemed to be a circle of power ripples sweeping.

"Hehe, the goal this time is a bit ........ The price you paid before was not enough for us to strike, and the Dalle family's counterattack is not something anyone can afford! ”

"So what do I have to give? As long as I have it, I can use it as a price for this sale. Saloyan said with some madness, of course he knew the prestige of the Dale family in the royal capital, but don't forget, he was also the heir of the Varrant family, even if this right had long been extinguished.

"I believe that His Highness Saroyan will not be stingy with wealth and power!" The black-cloaked figure whispered. "Now there is a small matter that needs to trouble Your Highness."

"Lord of Shadows, a noble lord is coming to the royal capital, and he wants us to help him deal with related matters, but he lacks a sufficient identity!"

"Who is it?" Saroyan raised an eyebrow and asked suspiciously.

"The son of a viscount, but also a lost one!" An eerie sound echoed through the room, and a faint black mist filled the corners of the room.

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

The darkness of the night obscured Limontanlu, and the Temple of Strength, located in the southeastern corner, was like a sleeping beast half-lying in the city, and the solemn atmosphere was enveloped in solemnity, and one or two worshippers and priests occasionally passed by in a wide and solemn complex.

"Is the source confirmed?" Agnes Rodney, the cardinal archbishop of the Temple of Power, asked softly with cloudy eyes.

"It is certain that Baron Modrian has entered the royal capital and is living in a residence in the name of the Cecil family." The silver-armored knight, who was half-kneeling on the smooth ground, responded respectfully, his cold eyes unable to hide Chiguo's hatred.

"The timing is not right, let's keep waiting!" A glittering golden glow flashed in her cloudy eyes, and Agnes sighed inwardly.

The Council of Nobles is in session, and now is the time when the nobility is at its most powerful, even if he is a legend who has stepped into his own path, he has to stay away for a while.

The most important thing is that Varant V, who has always controlled the power and suppressed many temple missions, is still not down, and even if the news of his serious illness comes, no one can be sure of the final facts.

Is it a conspiracy? Or is it a fact?

The first few clearances of the sticky blood gathered into a single stream of blood, which flowed through the streets of Limontanlu, and the rusty smell has not yet dissipated.

"The Father is watching here, and the light of power will return to this 'desolate' place."