The moon hangs, the night is vast, and the original appearance of the Arathi plain is gradually not visible in the indifferent mist, and the dim and dark environment reaches Limontanlu, a lone star like standing on the top of a mountain, and the stars in the night sky are intertwined, producing a mysterious and unpredictable feeling.

The capital of a country stands in the middle of the plain, and it is also the largest plain in the Stoke kingdom, the Arathi Plain, which is enough to show its confidence in its own strength.

The Violet Guards, a cavalry regiment stationed near Limentanlu, was established by Varant I and continues to this day as an ace cavalry regiment, which has won countless honors over the centuries and established the prestige of the First Cavalry Regiment of the Stoke Kingdom.

Its core is a cavalry corps composed entirely of large knights, from which the core spreads out the Violet Guards cavalry, and the specific number of the core is only in the hands of the king.

This is also the fundamental reason why Limontanlu has been safe and sound in its nearly 1,000-year history. {Of course, not just because of the Violet Guard, there must be other reasons.) }

At this time, in the city of Limontanlu, the lights are on, the prosperity of the day is over, the blurred life of the night is exposed, and the magic lampposts along the straight roads are sprinkled like the light of day, providing dazzling light for the city at night.

The Shark's Tavern, one of the city's top taverns that never sleeps, is also the most frequented nightlife pleasure spot in Horace in the past.

Pushing open the heavy mahogany door, the noise hitting him head-on like a hammer, rubbing his ears, Horace ignored the thugs crouching on either side and led Wassman into the tavern.

Colorful magical lights shone on the wide hall, and countless young figures were drowned in it, and the atmosphere of gloom enveloped the place, and the constrained life of the day overwhelmed these people, and the tavern at night was the best place to release.

Before he could go far, Horace had no choice but to push away three waves of girls who were coming. "Ha, it seems that my charm is still there, even if I leave for a few years, I will not lose my style."

Glancing at the indifferent Wasman beside him, Horace shrugged his shoulders, bored himself, a faint surge of life energy, and an invisible momentum dispersed the slightly fanatical crowd around him, who strode through it and headed straight for his destination.

"Sorry, two, it's forbidden to ........... here" In front of the staircase passage of the tavern, two strong men in chain mail stopped the figures of Horace and Wasman, and their outstretched arms were filled with the breath of life energy.

Horace glanced at the ballroom casually, then took out a crimson token from his bosom, threw it to the strong man in chain mail, and forced it through the middle, showing his temperament.

"Fuck off, and don't see who's coming?"

The strong man in chainmail on the right holds a crimson token, and against the sprinkled magic lights, the blazing flame emblem is engraved in the center of the token.

The Daller Family!

The strong man in the chain mail furrowed his brows, and quickly turned sideways to get out of the way, watching Horace and Wassman disappear into the staircase passage.

"There's a young master from the Dalle family going upstairs, pay attention." The strong man in the chain mail tugged at the placket around his neck, and a pale cyan stone was embroidered on it.

The sound transmission stone, which can be used for communication in a small area, is based on the wind spell - sound transmission, which can transmit sound to each other within a hundred meters without the interference of energy currents.

"Roger!"

"Roger!"

After the instructions were completed, the strong man in the chain mail returned to his place, and looked around with a cold face at the possible unexpected situation around him, the Shark Cathar Tavern hired them for more than just monetary gain.

The noise continued, and the young crowd crowded the ballroom, venting themselves in the flickering magical lights.

At the same time, distorted shadows weave through Limontamlune, like stray maned dogs chasing different targets and places.

The barbarian gangs in the dark night patrolled their respective places, using their institutional rules to squeeze the interests of the common people, and the shadowlings saw their methods and ways of dealing with the rebels, and watched them kill for no reason, just to satisfy the bloody yùwàng of the killing.

The flickering magic lights of the city hall are located in an inconspicuous building, this is the royal capital, and the dignitaries and nobles do not know how many ordinary, but also doomed the city hall to be deserted.

However, these still can't stop the greed in their hearts, maybe they are like lackeys in the face of those high nobles, but in the face of the commoners and the merchant class, they have enough ability.

The darkness behind the light, the acceptance of bribes, the trading of money and power abound, this is the process of depravity, which is irrepressible.

The shadowcasters continued to spread, and in the starlit corners of the streets, there were civilians working and living, calculating how much money they could earn in a day and how many people they could feed.

The sound of complaining and nagging reaches the ears of the shadows, but under the complaints, they still have to fight with the trivial things of life, which is the hardship of life at the bottom.

The Shadowstream also walked deep into the so-called Upper City area, which belonged to the nobility, and the bustling life under the night, there were too many people who indulged in women and banquets like drunken dreams, in order to live a second is a second, and the blessings left by their ancestors made these moths not have to think about anything else.

Of course, there are other places in Limontamlune, where the looming sense of danger causes the Shadowcasters to pause their pace, silently note down the details, and then turn away to explore other places in the 'fog'.

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

Late at night, in the aristocratic quarter, a complex of luxurious buildings that resemble carved beams.

Yes...... Woo!

The mournful call stopped, and the silver-armored guards who were silently guarding in front of the central building walked in slowly, dragging out a decapitated male corpse from inside, with many bruises and purple marks on its naked body.

"It almost scratched my skin, and I reacted quickly!" The young man's body was wrapped in pure white pajamas, and his feminine and delicate tone echoed in the room, and a little blood dripped from the crimson thin sword he held in his right hand, staining the rich carpet red.

Reaching out and twisting the towel on the mahogany table in front of him, the young man in white pajamas wiped the blood on the blade of the sword, and every time he wiped it, it was like stroking a gentle lover.

"My brother Sawyer, since you're here, why don't you keep talking?"

At the door of the room, a blonde young man in casual clothes stepped in, his face was five or six points similar to that of the young man in white pajamas.

"Ha, Brother Saroyan, it seems that you haven't heard from it yet." Sawyer frowned at the blood splattered all around him, and then continued word by word.

"He's back, the friend you've been 'missing' day and night!"

The body of the crimson thin sword trembled slightly, and the smooth and sharp blade was cleared in an instant, and Saroyan looked at Sawyer, who was playing a dumb riddle, and the cold momentum pressed on the other party.

"Who is it?"

"Horace Lindbergh Dalle!"