Syllable! Syllable!

Ignoring Meredith's resentful gaze before he got up, he stretched out his right hand and slapped him heavily on the face, then whispered in his ear.

"Help me bring a message to Lord Duke Dacoma, and Modrien Perris greets him!"

The intelligence information obtained in these days is not enough for him to guess who is behind the scenes, but he can continue to play the path that the other party wants him to take, and sooner or later he will catch the group of dark bugs.

The mysterious energy fluctuations flashed away, and Modrian raised his head, with a smile on his calm face, looking at the violet mage tower that was standing, and motioned to Darius to restrain himself, is this a warning?

But also, after all, this is the Violet Mage Tower, and it is the territory under the crown of Craigie, and it should be high-profile, and low-key should be low-key, and you must know how to behave in the world.

Immediately, Modrian slowly left, as for Meredith's revenge, an āgōngzǐ, a guy who had not yet advanced to the rank of transcendent mage, was not worth caring about, if anyone needed him to remember, perhaps the blood stained by the Northland would be even thicker.

The vicious dog that bites people is not scary, what is scary is the people who are hiding behind it, and those guys seem to eat themselves and are always peeking at themselves in the dark.

It's just that Modrian didn't expect that a vicious dog would bite no matter how he said it.

The crowd of onlookers dispersed, Meredith was still paralyzed to the ground, the drifting dust stained the mage, and the messy black hair was scattered at will, no one could see it, and a sinister and vicious look spread all over his face.

"Modrian, Ha, Lord of Shadows' meal, I hope to see you again after tonight!"

The muttering slowly dissipated with a touch of darkness, and Meredith felt her body regain her freedom, and she stiffened her feet and walked away in the opposite direction.

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

Jasmine Tavern.

A few delicate magic lamps are faintly revealed in the dark green drapery, and the soft light spills in, illuminating this slightly elegant environment.

In the quiet private room, Modrian and Sophia sat across from each other, and after greeting each other, an awkward atmosphere descended, and the two didn't know what topic to start chatting.

It wasn't until the waiter served the food and tea that the atmosphere was slightly relaxed.

"The jasmine tea here is very good, and it is quite popular in the tower." Sophia gently retracted her long blond hair, picked up a cup of dark tea, and said lightly.

"Really? Then I'll have to try it. Modrian smiled gently, and in the face of Sophia's invitation, he learned and took a sip of jasmine tea.

The faint fragrance of tea lingers around the nose, and after entering the throat, the tea is astringent but has a touch of sweetness, which is a good taste for a tea artist like him.

"It's really good, this kind of tea is rare in the Northland."

"It's just that the regional culture is different, and I have read in some books that the bitter cold northland prefers spirits, and the stronger the wine, the more popular it is." Sophia whispered.

"The records in the books are quite correct, but times are changing, and after the bitter cold northland has accepted the culture of different regions, the tastes have also become mixed, and spirits are only one of the changes." Modrian glanced at Sophia in front of him in surprise and said with a little interest.

During his time in charge of Valoran's territory, he had also been exposed to a lot of secret information that he had never been exposed to before, and the dark tide surging in the northern lands of the kingdom was not much weaker than here.

However, Modrian didn't expect that he thought that he could open the topic and have a good relationship with Sophia, but unfortunately, the cold and indifferent Sophia was not interested in this topic.

The awkward atmosphere surrounded again, and this time the tacit understanding between the two sides did not break such an atmosphere.

Modrian lowered his cheeks slightly, restraining his emotions, it seemed that he could no longer find the feeling in his memory, and the friendship between sister and brother during that happy time was also the deepest emotion collected by the predecessor.

What a pity! The ruthless time takes away too many things, and the strangeness stands between the two like a wall, making people helpless.

"Thank you for the gift you gave me at that time, the Frost Ring, then I was the best gift I ever received!" Modrian stared at Sophia in front of him and said solemnly.

It all started with the ring, and it was the starting point for his initial change in fate, giving him hope of survival, allowing him to survive in the Northlands and become a lord of power.

Gift? Sophia frowned slightly, then the doubts between her eyebrows dissipated, and she said softly: "No, that was the first time I made a low-level magic item under the guidance of my mentor, and after hearing your news, I sent it to provide you with a certain means of self-defense in the barren northland." ”

Sophia glanced at Modrian, paused, and continued: "That ring should be the price for you to save me this time." ”

"I advise you to go and find your father as soon as possible after leaving the Violet Mage Tower, the prestige of the Arnold family is not something you can resist."

Modrian smiled and didn't explain anything, and took out an elaborate black brocade box from his bosom, and lifted the lid to reveal a gem that shimmered with a faint glow.

"If you need to, you can crush this gem, and I will help you within my ability!"

"Trust my credibility, I'm a lord of real power!" With a little more joking in his final words, Modrian glanced at the quiet and chic tavern and shook his head slightly, he still liked the wild taverns of the Northlands.

"Then we'll see you next time, Sister Sophia!"

As he reached the door of the private room, Modrian raised his right hand and shook it slightly to say goodbye, before disappearing into the Jasmine Tavern.

At the front desk, Horace casually swiped his hand over the waitress's white chest, dropped a few gold shields, and then followed Modrian's pace.

Under the soft magic light, Sophia stood at the window of the private room, looking at the departing Modrian, a trace of confusion flashed in her cold eyes, the previous strangeness seemed to be better than before, and there was a strange feeling that made her refuse from the heart.

Hey!?

In front of the circular arch, just as Modrian was about to leave the Violet Mage Tower, he felt a hint of prying eyes, turned his head and pointed to the top of the Mage Tower.

In the next moment, he regretted a little, he shouldn't have been so impulsive.

An almost materialized light descended from the purple mage tower on Modrian's side, and the [Chain of Breath-Holding] made by Cana appeared with a faint cyan glow, and then slowly dissipated.

The easy defeat of the magic necklace given by Cana shows that the other party's strength is at least the same as that of Cana, and it is the existence that has entered the path of legend, and it is obvious that it is the crown of Craigie who is observing Modrian at this moment.

"Don't be so stingy, right?" Modrian's mind flipped, he was just a small punishment for Meredith, and even the three transcendent mages of the Supervision Department were not offended, and they were just dispersed.

The current situation?

Before he could think about how to solve the problem in front of him, the shriveled seeds in his breast pocket suddenly felt a hot feeling, and the blazing temperature scorched through his clothes and burned his skin.

Then, the already imminent glare of his eyes dissipated, as if he had never appeared, and only Modrian noticed the fine cold sweat covering his forehead.