As the morning fades, the sparse spring rain drifts and the cold breeze stirs the lush green grass, and a wordless atmosphere envelops this quiet road.

"Deal?" Modrian repeated the words softly, no trace of emotion in his dark and deep eyes, and then tilted his head to stare at Horace, the cold words echoing.

"What do you think you have to negotiate a deal with me now? Is it just by saying unfounded information? ”

The cold drizzle fell on Horace's face, but it was far less cold than the chill in his heart, and Modrian's words were like a sharp knife tearing through the thick shell of his disguise.

"But don't you need detailed information to go to Limontanlu now? I can provide you with a complete list of noble information. Horace opened his mouth, and finally said with a slight weakness.

"Huh!" Modrian chuckled softly, but there was no hint of a smile on his calm face, but a sense of distance.

These are the old foxes who learned from that group of nobles, never put what they need on the table, and deeply hide their demands.

"The charm of the golden shield is enough to buy some people's hearts."

"What's more, your news seems to have a bit of a delay effect, I think you've been away from Limotemporo for more than five years, right? Do you think the intelligence information you have is accurate? ”

"The most important thing is that now you and I are both identities, you are a member of the guard of the town of Irwindal, and I am the lord of the Valoran Lord!"

The aggressive words were like a never-ending wave hitting Horace's heart, and the noble young master, who had been forced to leave the country, did not seem to have figured out his position.

And the words that Modrian was saying now were like a hammer to his soul, and he was overwhelmed.

But the Daller family is one of the top nobles of the Stoke kingdom after all, and even though he has been away from that center for a long time, the teachings and accumulated lessons have quickly put him in his place.

Call!

Horace took a deep breath and raised his eyes again, looking at Modrian in front of him, at the immobile black cavalry behind him, he sensed a hidden sense of tyranny and deadly, and the middle-aged man who had always followed Modrian, a terrifying powerhouse named Darius.

Click!

Heavy iron boots stamped on the stagnant water, splashing mud and water, and Horace dismounted and strode forward, looking up at the tall Modrian, and then knelt down on one knee.

"Horace Lindbergh Dalle, Elder Town Guard, Lord Mordrian!"

A hoarse roar echoed through the rain, from the words that trembled slightly at the beginning to the resolute roar at the end, writing Horace's mental journey.

The already lucky mentality was wiped out by Modrian's indifference, and the experience over the years has also taught Horace a lot of things.

For example, with his talent, there is almost no hope of revenge, such as the cold night he always recalls the memories of the past, such as he can't forget his parents, such as the unforgettable hatred seems to become more and more dim with the passage of time........

He was afraid, he was afraid, if he forgot the hatred he once had, would he still be the same Horace Lindbergh Daller who made a big fuss in Limontanglu?

Many of the circumstances are difficult to describe under the change of circumstances, so he returns, from the place where he once fled, to this homeland again.

It's just that everything changed too quickly, and the obscure town {Irwindale Town} that he had fled to became part of Valoran's Domain, a territory he had never heard of before leaving, and as for the lord, he was a descendant of the Scarlet Viscount, the second son of a nobleman who was not as good as he could remember.

But it didn't matter, after witnessing the horrific battles that took place in the town of Irwindale, he saw a glimmer of hope called revenge, so he joined the Guard, and after gaining some trust, exposed his situation.

It's a pity that things have taken an unplanned turn, and he has to make a choice!

On the other side, Modri, sitting in the saddle, quietly watched Horace kneeling on one knee, letting the spring rain of cleaning fall on his low head and flow down his neck into his shirt.

The extremely unexpected encounter also brought him two different choices!

To accept Horace meant to take the hatred he carried, from the thoughts of a certain highness in the kingdom, to the fact that he knew nothing about Limontanlu to having a good 'guide'!

Reject Horace, then today's events must not be leaked, as well as the loss of some nèimù news. {Not everything can be bought by the Golden Shield, just as money is not everything.} }

Modrian looked at Gregory, and saw that the garrison of the town of Irwindale nodded slightly, and his eyes revealed a hint of recognition of Horace.

"Welcome, fellow of the Daller family, I hope you can bring me some interesting information." Modrian said indifferently, and the surging scarlet life energy lifted Horace who was kneeling on one knee, and then nodded slightly at Gregory and tugged on the reins.

"Keep going!"

Dada! Dada! Dada!

The sound of horses' hooves sounded again, and the pitch-black array was like a black shadow shuttling through the rain curtain, quickly spreading forward.

Seeing this, Horace resisted the joy on his face, turned his horse, and caught up with the advancing cavalry array, but as he galloped past the Irwindale Town Guard, he saw Congreeve in the procession, the long-time companion, nodding hastily, and disappearing into the dappled rain.

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Limontamlu, the royal capital of the Kingdom of Stoke.

Its history can be traced back to the founding of the Kingdom of Stoke, named by Valant I, which translates to 'bloom forever', and took 12 years to build, and countless magic circles were reinforced and engraved.

Perhaps Limontanlu was a little unknown before, but in the invasion war of the Elmfaro Empire, it resounded everywhere with the tough and bloody reputation of the Valrante family, and successfully attracted the attention of many forces on the continent of Karadimos in those years.

Standing at the top of Limontanlu is the royal family of the Stoke Kingdom - the Varrant family, known as the violet that blooms on the sword, and in the 872 years of kingdom history, it stings everyone who wants to pick flowers.

His Majesty the King who is now dying, Varante V, in the ten-year Great Patriotic War, made this blood-bathed violet release a different kind of charm, and at the same time cast a great reputation, intimidating many forces in the open and in the dark.

Of course, in addition to the Varrant family, there are also many top nobles in Limontantilune, and they also control the entire kingdom, forming a chain of interests that has been fixed for hundreds of years.