Squeak!

The door opened, and a commotion burst into the room from the outside.

"Raglan, what's the matter? Panicked. The young man in the black dress looked at the middle-aged deacon who pushed the door in and reprimanded.

Wiping away the cold sweat from his forehead, Raglan gasped slightly, not paying too much attention to the reprimand, turned around and closed the door, and recited the incantation lightly, a pale cyan light surging in the air.

[Wind Enchantment]!

Raglan, the deacon of Cecil's Colosseum and a mage profession, is trusted by the Cecil family to take care of everything in the arena in the open.

"I'm sorry, Master Becimo, but I've been a little rude." Raglan bowed slightly, apologetically.

The cyan enchantment covered the inside of the room, and the young man in the black dress, that is, Beximo, looked stunned when he saw this, as if something extraordinary had happened, even the isolation spell like the [Wind Enchantment] was used, and then he motioned to Raglan to continue reporting.

"No, let's talk about it, what is it that makes you so nervous?"

"He's back!" A deep voice sounded, and Raglan looked solemn.

He?

Besimot's heart moved slightly, he had a premonition that Raglan had narrated something about him, and he picked up the red wine on the table with his right hand, and the bright light reflected through the swaying red liquid, reflecting a thin white square face, and his deep jade eyes flashed with a fierce light.

"Tell me clearly, who is it!?"

"Horace Lindbergh Dalle!" Raglan took a deep breath and said firmly, he was a little incredulous until now.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the quiet room shrouded by the [Wind Enchantment], the sound of even breathing and the sound of restless heartbeat appeared extremely clear in the quiet and strange atmosphere.

Rumble!

Besimus stood up suddenly, and the momentum belonging to the Great Knight erupted, and the overflowing life energy surged, impacting the cyan enchantment, causing bursts of transparent ripples.

"Impossible! How can it be?! ”

"How dare that Horace guy come back? You must know that the Marquis Gardner paid a lot of money to let him leave the Stoke Kingdom safely, how can he ........ now?"

The chaotic breathing and the panicked tone were all exposing Bessemo's chaotic mood at the moment, but the sudden situation in front of him did affect his current mood.

"Tell me to go down and cancel tonight's meeting." Besimo reacted quickly and quickly said to the butler.

Since the invited few people have refused to come, the evening party has become dispensable, originally his idea was to investigate some forces worth wooing, but the current situation made him passive.

"Horace, where are the people?" Besimo straightened her black dress and asked.

"In the courtyard at the back door, but Master Horace brought a bit more people........" Raglan was interrupted by a sharp voice before he could finish speaking.

"Now and then, in addition, control the area at the back door of the gladiatorial arena, and don't let idle people wait for them to enter and exit!"

"Yes!" Raglan and the butler bowed in at the same time, and then immediately left the room, going their separate ways.

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

The courtyard at the back entrance of Cecil's Colosseum is not large, paved with blue bricks, and compared with the rugged temperament of the square in front, it looks elegant and delicate, and the hanging branches dot the open environment.

Dada!

The sound of small footsteps came from far and near, with a hint of urgency, and then pushed open the courtyard door.

Horace stood at the front of the queue, looking at the familiar figure in front of him, with a thin white and handsome square face, emerald eyes, everything was similar to memory, not much had changed, oh, only one thing had changed, that is, his current strength had surpassed him.

"Long time no see, Besimus Cecil!"

"Yes, long time no see, Master Horace!" Behemoth slowly walked up to Horace, bowed slightly, and whispered.

After glancing at the people of Modrian, he stared at Horace, who was a little unfamiliar, and did not see the appearance of the once high-spirited youth, and his weather-beaten face told the wandering life.

Horace Lindbergh Dale, this was the name of Limontanlu at the beginning, the eldest son of the Dale family, with noble blood and outstanding cultivation talent, is a veritable pride of the sky, if nothing else, he will become the next Marquis of Dale, the Chancellor of the Exchequer of the Stoke Kingdom.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Besimo remained respectful, just like the boy he had been when he followed behind Horace.

"Don't be so polite, besides, I'm not a member of the Daller family, and I was removed from the Dalle family tree four years ago." Horace saw Behemoth at this moment. Shaking his head slightly, he said bitterly.

Under the ruthless trajectory of fate, everyone takes a different path, just like now, he is a returning lost dog, and the second son of the nobleman who once followed him has become the actual head of the most famous gladiatorial arena in Limontanlu, the Colosseum of Cecil.

"Master Horace is laughing, I think Master Gardner will miss your return very much." Besimo said with a slight smile, not showing a ruthless appearance at all, but much gentle.

"All right, Beximo, no more politeness to each other. I'd like to ask you for a favor this time, can you provide us with a place to stay? Horace said in a low tone, during this time of wandering life, he learned a lot of things that he had never imagined before.

And the status of the two has long been different, he is no longer the eldest young master of the Dale family, and Besimo is no longer the kid who once followed him in obscurity.

"Of course, Raglan, arrange the residence in the southwest region to Master Horace, and remember not to reveal any news." Besimos nodded, waving to the courtyard door.

Unexpectedly, he thought it would be a very difficult thing, but he didn't expect that just finding a house, such a small thing, would he take advantage of the chaotic period to come back to satisfy his thoughts, or did he have other ideas?

"Okay, Young Master Besimo, it will be vacated tonight, and Young Master Horace will be arranged to live in." Raglan stood at the courtyard gate and responded.

"The matter is settled, then Master Horace, let's go into the gladiatorial arena to have fun, the current gladiatorial arena is not only the project of the past, my subordinates have developed a lot of alternative gameplay."

Cecil's gladiatorial arena was once a place where Horace liked to come, and it was here that Besime, under the arrangement of the family, became one of Horace's partners at that time.

"No, as the head of Cecil's gladiatorial arena, you don't have to greet me like that, go about your own business. I'll just hang out with Baron Modrian. Horace smiled and refused, then pointed to Modrian.

"This is Baron Modrian, lord of Valoran, and my friend!"

"Valoran? I've heard the name of Baron Modrian, and it's been very famous lately. Besimus raised his eyebrows slightly, he didn't expect it to be this one who entered Limontanlu with Horace, which was an interesting situation.

He looked at the Baron Modrian, and at the burly man at his side.

"Darius, the Knight Chief, the Knight Chief, the Knight Chief, the Knight Chief's Strongman, the Enviable Follower."

"Welcome to Cecil's Colosseum and I hope you enjoy your stay here!" Besimor reined in his emotions and smiled softly at Modrian.

Perhaps he also sensed the faint awkwardness, glanced at the black cavalry, then nodded to Horace, and staggered out of the back door courtyard.

The sound of crisp footsteps sounded, and the shadows of Horace and Bessemo intertwined and missed in the spilling sunlight, farther and farther away, finally forming two parallel shadows, without a single point of contact.