Limontanlu, aristocratic district, somewhere inside a vault.

There were no magic lamps to illuminate, only crimson candles burning slowly, their dim glow illuminating small areas.

If you look closely, there is a mysterious orange pattern on the corner of the secret room, and the slender and strange lines are connected together, converging into a raging flame.

"He shouldn't have come back, under the storm, there is no way to be safe!" The tired and helpless voice sounded in the small room, and the dim light sprinkled down, reflecting the face of a middle-aged man.

"It's his own choice, and we can't interfere with it. Just like that in the beginning, he will pay the price for his choice. Hewlett Lindbergh Dahler looked at Gardner in front of him and said comfortingly.

"What's more, Horace is not alone this time, I don't know what happened, he and the Baron Modrian of the Perris family got on the line and entered the royal capital together."

"Modrien Perris?" Gardner frowned, confused.

Gardner Lindbergh Dahler, hereditary marquis of the Kingdom of Stoke, now holds the position of Chancellor of the Exchequer, overseeing the wealth of the kingdom. A true top man in the Kingdom of Stoke, he is also Horace's father.

"I've heard that he has stirred up a lot of turmoil in the north of the kingdom, and it seems that he has also caused a lot of losses to the Jeffrey family, not a simple young man."

"Yes, that's him!" Hewlett nodded, his deep eyes retaining a hint of strangeness, and he especially remembered that he felt an inexplicable sense of danger from the black cavalry team.

"Maybe we all underestimated him, he can set off a lot of wind and waves in that desolate and barren land, and the strength under his command is a bit unexpected."

Hearing this, Gardner first glanced at Hewlett in surprise, this cousin rarely identifies with a person, especially if the other party is a 'little' baron.

Then his expression was slightly solemn, the news of Horace's return to Limontanlu had spread, so His Royal Highness the Third Prince should also get information, it can be predicted, and the next secret battle will not stop.

Even the farce between them will become a wonderful prologue before the coming storm.

"Is this someone trying to drag us into the water and let the Dallers be the first to fall into the storm?" Gardner shook his head slightly, a smile on the corner of his mouth, cold and bloodthirsty.

"It seems that the compromise of the Daller family in the past few years has made people mistakenly think that it is cowardice, ha, it is really interesting, maybe we have to move a little bit to avoid misunderstanding a lot."

"Hewlett, the one who contacted the Darkcoat, I want to see who it is, peeking into the glory of the Dalle family for hundreds of years!"

"Yes!"

The crimson candle went out, the dim light faded, and the two figures silently left the chamber, leaving behind only a flickering flame crest.

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The night was still shrouded, the moon was hidden in the sky, and the thick night gradually enveloped Limontanlu.

"What do you do not afraid of being known by him?" Count Raphael lowered his eyelids and didn't sleep all night, causing his already well-groomed silver hair to scatter slightly, but none of this could stop the chill in his heart.

"Uncle Raphael, this is a 'war', who can win it without incident." Guy turned his head to look at the old man in front of him, and his calm face didn't show any emotion.

"Now that he's decided to join us and enjoy the help we've given him, it's time for him to show his worth."

"At least my brother isn't too difficult, a crippled man, a devil's cult, just the right prelude to this coming storm!"

Silence lingered, and after Count Raphael glanced at His Highness Guy, his cloudy eyes hiding his inner thoughts. "So what do I do now?"

"Hehe, there's no need to do anything, at this stage, we just need to quietly watch this wonderful stage play." Guy smiled slightly, so far, there has been no news from the palace, and every force hidden behind the curtain is waiting, waiting for news from the old man.

"The quiet atmosphere is not in line with my plan, what I want is not a decaying and rotten kingdom, properly cleaning up some moths, it should be in line with my father's idea!"

"In addition to His Majesty Lloyd's thoughts, I think we should also pay attention to the actions of His Majesty Craigie's crown, the importance of the Violet Mage Tower to Limontamlu, you should know!" Count Raphael was not led by Guy's nose, he still had his own ideas, and as the head of the Harriman family, he knew a lot of secret information about the royal capital.

"Your Majesty Craigie!" Guy looked solemn, as a member of the Varrant family, of course he knew the influence of His Majesty Craigie in Limontanlu, even if his father, when making certain decisions, would go to the Violet Mage Tower to visit His Majesty Craigie in advance, and always guarded the legendary crown of the Stoke Kingdom.

"He will not interfere too much in this battle for the throne, this is the glory that belongs to the House of Valrant, and only the best can sit on that supreme throne."

"Maybe in this storm, he will meet some interesting 'friends'!"

"Uncle Raphael, it's time to get ready, the storm will be kicked off by us, and by the way, the cruel side of participating in the battle for the throne will be revealed to those who are still waiting!" Guy said in a low voice, his ice-blue hair hanging down his face, slightly obscuring his handsome face.

"Do as you command, Your Highness Guy!"

In the luxurious and elegant room, Count Raphael slowly left, and sighed irrepressibly in his heart, he didn't know if he had made the right choice, in this storm whirlpool, the Harriman family could no longer remain as neutral as before.

The news that Lambert brought back finally made him make this decision, and with the news that the old ancestor was about to make a last stand, the reputation of the Harriman family still had a certain deterrent effect, and he had to show his strength in this storm whirlpool, obtain certain benefits, and be more in a higher position.

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In the slum, in a dilapidated and chaotic area, several men in black robes gathered together, although they were different in height, short, fat and thin, but the surface of the black robe was printed with serpentine lines, it was a twisted and coiled giant snake, and the core of the bright red snake poked out coldly.

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The Arnold family's mansion.

Dakama Arnold, the military minister of the Stoke Kingdom, sat in his chair and muttered, "Has the storm begun?" Let me wait and see which of His Highnesses can't help but strike first......"

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On the other side, the Violet Mage Tower, with its pure white tower body and spire with purple patterns, is like a blooming violet flower, exuding a faint energy fluctuation.

On the top floor of the Mage's Tower, an old wizard with a white beard who had already mopped the floor looked up at Limontanlu, a giant beast that seemed to be silently entrenched in the dark, and he didn't know what he was thinking.