The pace of winter passed quietly, taking away the icy temperature, and the mark of spring soon descended on the wilderness plains, full of greenery.

At this moment, Davide seemed to have fallen into a cold ice cave, and the words of Dulu's butler seemed to reveal something, such as the small actions of some of the officers under his command.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there has been an unpredictable change in the hereditary viscount of the Perris family, if three years ago, everything was decided in a coffin, then now, with the rise of that person's reputation in the northern part of the kingdom and the incredible strength exposed under his command, the future is full of uncertainty.

And after returning from the Royal Capital Knight Academy, the high-ranking Young Master Kadir also began to go down in person, attracting some forces that could be won as much as possible, including him.

However, Davide is self-aware, and as long as Lord Brooke is alive, then the Crimson Shield Legion, the invincible and formidable Shield Warrior Legion, will still bear the name of Viscount Scarlet.

However, after hearing the words of Butler Dulu, he fell into deep thought, what does this portend? Or is it an unknown change in Lord Brooke's attitude? More options?

Doubts pervade hung over Davide, making him a little anxious, the sad thing about being a follower, whose fate would take a different path depending on the attitude of the person he followed.

"Don't think too much, Knight Davide, it's time for us to greet Master Modrian!" The words of the Dulu steward awakened the divine Davide, yes, all the thoughts now are useless, and the person who really determines the final result has not yet given an answer.

Looking up at the approaching black cavalry procession, Davide's expression was slightly slighted, even though it was far away, he still smelled a strong smell of blood, which came from the smell after a hundred battles.

More than that, the cavalry array reflected in the eyes was neat and orderly, and the running was coordinated and tacit, and it was definitely an extremely elite cavalry.

Elite!?

Davide lowered his eyes as he stared at the noble coat of arms on his breastplate, the emblem of the Perris family, the emblem of the Scarlet Shield.

The scarlet shield stood in the crumbling dirt, the sword hidden on either side, and the golden ears of wheat that symbolized peace were stained with blood, forming a glorious scarlet crest.

"Crimson Shield." Davide's right hand was raised, signaling the shield warrior behind him to hold his head high, he didn't want to underestimate the force of the Perris Leader at such a moment.

Immediately, a faint and indifferent aura enveloped the small area, welcoming the arrival of that and his cavalry.

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

The horse's hooves sounded, and the butler of Dulu rode forward against the cavalry, his gentle face smiling, like the joy of reunion after a long absence.

"Master Modrian, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

Without waiting for the opportunity to meet, Wasman on his side intercepted the Dulu steward in advance, and the cold eyes made the Dulu steward have to pull the reins and drive the war horse to stop.

Dulu Komik!

Modrian recognized the man in front of him, the old butler of Perris Castle, and the only good old man who saw him off from Perris Castle.

Very interesting thing! Modrian's gaze circled over Butler Dulu to the warrior in bright red armor behind him with a giant shield, the Scarlet Shield Legion belonging to the Perris family.

Looking at their appearance, and the traces left by the surrounding environment, they should have stayed here for many days, from Perris Castle to the wilderness plains, ha, they seem to have something indescribable.

"It's been a long time, Uncle Duroux!" Modrian waved for Watsman to back off, then clamped his horse's belly and drove the horse forward.

"And Lord Davide, what are you doing here?"

"Lord Viscount is waiting for you in Perris Castle, Young Master Modrian, it's time to go home and have a look." Butler Dulu said gently, the black and white butler's uniform was stained with a lot of grassland fluttering and dust.

Hearing this, Modrian narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the Dulu butler who was always smiling in front of him, Uncle Davide who was silent, and the Scarlet Shield legionnaire who stood still.

What is this doing?

"If I don't agree, are you forcing me to go back?" Modrian said in an indifferent tone, as if chatting about ordinary family words.

"No, no, no, Master Modrian, you're too worried." Butler Dulu hurriedly waved his hand and said. "It's just to welcome you, and it's not about anything else."

"Welcome? It's a ridiculous word," said Modrian mercilessly, as if recalling the experience of his predecessor in his memory, and an inexplicable feeling of nausea came over him.

"I remember I was very unpopular at Perris Castle, why has it changed so much now?"

"Is it because of the establishment of the Valoran Territory, or is it because of the strength I have? Or do you want the Perris family to have another territory in the northlands of the kingdom? ”

Modrian took a deep breath and waved his hand, ignoring the sudden change in face of Butler Dulu and Lord Davide.

"I'm not going back, from the moment I left Perris Castle, I've already made a line with the Perris family."

"Master Modrian, you're serious." Butler Dulu said softly. "Either way, you have the blood of the Perris family."

"Why don't you let him be reduced to ashes, we have more options!"

"Sorry, there's no possibility!" Modrian unceremoniously and directly interrupted Dulu's butler's words, and his disdainful expression was revealed.

"I know my father's intentions, the kingdom is in turmoil, and in order to ensure the inheritance and continuation of the family, he has begun to make some concessions and choices."

"But it's bullshit to me."

"In addition, don't use my name when the Perris caravan trades in the northern land of the kingdom in the future, sometimes it's not a good thing to take advantage of too much!"

"You .........." Seeing the situation in front of him, Davide couldn't help but speak, whether it was his identity, the deputy captain of the Scarlet Shield, or the title he conferred, it was closely related to the Perris family, and it also represented the force field he stood on.

But before the words could be spoken, a certain trembling feeling of fear suddenly appeared in the soul, and then enveloped the body, not daring to move a little.

Modrian glanced at Davide, not paying attention, a knight who had been knighted as a knight, inconspicuous in the Trifali Legion, his attention always on the Dulu Butler, the hidden French professional.

Yes, a legal profession who relied on magic to hide himself, and if it weren't for the secret words of Darius, he would not have noticed the anomaly.

"Hehe, it seems that Young Master Modrian has already made a choice." Butler Dulu shook his head with a wry smile, perhaps the damage he had given had separated him from the Perris family.

Wish? Choose?

Everything is delusional.

Butler Dulu looked at the quiet and silent cavalry behind Young Master Modrian, and his envy flashed, if there was no past, all this would be of use to the Perris family.

The clash of forces such as the town of Irwindale, the Lenwall Mountains, and the Temple of Power has made many outsiders see the hidden power of the Valoran Territory, at least for now, which is enough to make most of the nobles of the Stoke Kingdom feel jealous and afraid.

The choice forced by fate finally took a different path, and now the person who regrets it has also surfaced, and the ridiculed Perris Collar.