When blood and death bloomed in the Clarence Hall, this lavish aristocratic banquet ended without a hitch, and the slightly panicked low-ranking nobles and gentlemen fled the hall like delicate elks.

It's like a gāocháo that stops abruptly, and it's somewhat uncomfortable.

The sound of horses' hooves and the chaotic repulsion resounded in the night, and although these court nobles and gentlemen did not have much say in Limontamlune, they had a keen sense of smell, which was their way of survival.

Intrigue is rife, a silent storm spreads in the night, and everyone, every force, loses their mentality in the whirlpool of this abrupt wave.

But they didn't know that the battle for the throne had long been over.

On the road where these nobles and gentlemen went, there were everywhere the royal guards who were sticking to their posts, and the violet guards soldiers who rode by.

In the cold rain, the gloom appeared in their hearts, and many people who understood what was happening, turned their heads to look at the palace of Varrant that had fallen into darkness, and the giant beast that had chosen to devour people was quietly watching everyone.

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Starfall Calendar 1459, the season of spring, January 19, early morning.

After the night showers ended, the remaining drizzle continued to erode Limontanlu, and outside the ancient and majestic city gates, a large number of merchants and commoners gathered, rushing for life and fighting for their ideals.

It's just that today is a bit special, since dawn, the huge gates are still closed, and two armies are stationed under the gates. One in purple armor and one in silver-gray armor.

After that, a military order was issued to the Rénliú troops, Limontamlu was on alert, and the gates were forbidden to be opened, and when they were to be opened, they had to wait until a specific order was given.

Rushing!

The commotion spread, but it did not form a wave, because someone recognized the identity of some of the soldiers stationed, the Violet Guards, the most powerful ace of the Stoke Kingdom.

In the end, with the assistance of the royal guards, the rénliú dispersed in an orderly manner, but the closure of the capital of a country attracted the attention of many well-intentioned people, who looked at the giant city standing under the sky with inexplicable expressions, and then slowly disappeared and dispersed with the tide.

Time passed, when the first rays of sunlight tore through the sky, piercing through the clear rain, draping Limontanlu in a golden carb.

From a distance, the city under the rain curtain has a unique style.

In the Clarence Hall, the nobles who had waited all night and had not left stood at the door, without any communication between them, and were silently looking at the Valrante Palace.

I don't know when it began, the brilliance of the Violet Mage Tower has long since dissipated, and the Mage Tower in the early morning sun is like a delicate purple flower blooming, and a faint halo renders the sky.

The wait wasn't too long.

A vast and ethereal will suddenly descended, like a newborn red sun, like a cold iceberg, the two different and repulsive breaths blended with each other, but they stimulated each other, slowly filling this area.

A sense of repression was born, like the devil lord who once crossed the realm.

Legend!

At this moment, Limontanlu, more than a dozen people who were at the peak of the knight chief, the peak of the magister, and other high-level peak professionals almost expressed such thoughts at the same time.

Absurd, yet so real!

Soon they traced back to the source - the Palace of Valrant, the Palace of St. Bernard!

Who is it? His Majesty Lloyd, or is it?

An uneasy atmosphere permeated the many nobles, who no longer maintained their elegant posture and communicated in whispers, more to seek the true situation of the matter.

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In the Palace of St. Bernard, Jasper still maintained his eyes closed, silently guarding the side of the frosty coffin.

It wasn't until that vast and ethereal will came that he slowly opened his eyes and stared at His Highness Guy in the coffin, his brows trembling slightly as if he was about to wake up from a deep sleep.

"Don't worry, he's about to wake up, and I've done what I set out to do according to the contract."

A strange hoarse voice sounded in the empty palace, and a pair of golden noble vertical pupils opened in the void, and the look of exhaustion was not concealed.

Forcibly promoting a Magus to cross the ranks to become a legend, even if it is hopeless to advance in the future, but for Ogst, it also costs him too much strength.

But the good thing is that it was all worth it, and the legacy of that one may be a door to the truth, and he wants to leave the main plane as soon as possible and return to his lair.

"It's time for me to go, I hope that Lloyd's hard work will not be in vain, and I hope that the Kingdom of Stoke will always exist in this land."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Jasper bowed slightly, and when he got up again, Ogst had disappeared without a trace, and even the trace of breath left behind was slowly dissipating.

With a light breath, Jasper's expression was slightly relaxed, after all, he was facing Frost Whisperer Ogst, a dragon lich who had existed for countless years, and was rumored to possess terrifying powers that could hardly shake the gods.

【Dragon Lich: No matter how long they live like dragons, they will eventually face death, but many dragons are not willing to sit idly by, and some of them will even accept the necromantic energy infused into them, and use ancient transformation rituals to transform themselves into powerful undead dragon lichs, knowing that by doing so, they will sever all ties with their relatives and dragon gods. 】

Frostwhisperer Ogst is one such undead dragon lich and the most powerful lord of the Twenty-first Abyss of the Abyss: the Winter Abyss.

Click! Click!

The frosty coffin shattered, and pieces of ice-blue bricks fell off, revealing Guy's figure, and the confusion in those dark blue eyes had not yet dissipated.

"Your Majesty, Jasper greets you!" As a legendary assassin, Jasper lowered his head slightly, and said respectfully, this is the due interest of the monarch and ministers, it has nothing to do with strength, and now Guy's strength is not inferior to him.

The strange yet familiar tone aroused Guy's attention, and he glanced at Jasper, the Grand Master of the Palace of Valrant, and then fixed his gaze on the roof, as if through the golden red vault, to admire the sky of the first red sun.

"Why is this happening?" Guy muttered in a low voice, too many doubts filled his mind, about the past, about the Stoke Kingdom, about his father, about his current strength, about everything.

"You'll know why, but not now." Jasper raised his hand and handed Guy a photograph scroll made of parchment, his tone filled with iron and killing.

"His Majesty Lloyd's opportunity for you is to make the rotten lose the confidence that they think they are in control."

"In the spring season, after the spring rains, it is the season to kill."

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Progress is gathering up and the next chapter is being started.

You can expect that there will be a lot of heroes in the next volume!