The drizzle, like a veil woven of silk, fell from the cloudy sky, and the fall was somewhat soft, but in the cold weather, it cut through the muddy land like a knife.

Click!

The sound of horses' hooves came from the rain curtain, and the figures wrapped in cloaks, like beasts breaking through the cage, wantonly crisscrossed in the rain of beaded curtains, knocking away some raindrops.

"Stop!" Darius, riding a chainmail warhorse, stretched out his right hand and gestured.

After hearing the order, the team galloping through the rain curtain suddenly stopped, and there were no accidents with their skillful horsemanship, and occasionally the neighing of the horses sounded, which was to endure the cold raindrops that fell.

"Lord Modrian, there's a situation ahead!" The cold gaze tore through the rain curtain like a sharp blade, and the deep voice of Darius rang out.

Hearing this, Modrian lifted his cloak and looked up at the rain curtain, faintly seeing the red rain flowing not far away.

"Ride the gun, get ready!"

Sonorous!

The clean and neat movements, the sharp riding spear pierced the rain curtain, revealing a cold cold light, under the mask were the indifferent and ruthless eyes of everyone, and the pervasive killing momentum was faintly condensed and drizzled.

Darius rode up to Modrian's side, his tiger-like figure standing majestically, his half-closed eyes with a scarlet glow that deepened and deepened.

As the rain fell, a three-man cavalry squad quietly appeared, and then one of them rushed directly to Modrian's cavalry and stopped outside the warning range.

"Master Modrian, greetings to Lord Benny!" The scout cavalry shouted loudly, and the rain interfered with the transmission of sounds.

Benny Izzy?

Modrian raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect to hear the name of the garrison of Edalas City here, so the identity of the other party was obvious.

Waving his hand to signal the team to move on, the distance was not far away, and a battle that had just ended could be faintly seen, blood stained red rain, flowing like a sea of blood, and dozens of stiff and broken corpses buried in the muddy ground.

"Say hello to Uncle Benny on my behalf, thank you for his help!" Modrian sensed that something was wrong, as if someone was ambushing him, and then said to the scout cavalry not far away.

"Master Benny just won't allow Master Modrian to be attacked in any way within the confines of Edalas City." The Scout Cavalry said as he stepped forward, handing out a sealed box.

"This is a gift from Master Benny to Master Modrian, and I wish you all the best on your way to the town of Irwindale!"

Modrian stopped Cooper, who was about to ride forward, and went over in person, as a noble young master, the posture and etiquette that should be done are sufficient.

【Ding.......... Discovering the source of energy, does it allow the system to decompose? 】

The cold system prompt sounded, and Modrian hid his excitement and urgency, and said gratefully: "Thank you Uncle Benny for the gift, if he has free time, I will definitely visit in person." ”

"Okay, Master Modrian, I'll bring a message to Lord Benny!" The scout cavalry said respectfully. "Master Benny said a word for you, don't underestimate the influence of the Jeffrey family in the northern part of the kingdom!"

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, splashing bits and pieces of rain, and the scout cavalry immediately turned around and left after speaking, disappearing into the blurred rain curtain.

"The Jeffrey family?"

Looking at the cavalry figure in the distance, and then at the blood-red battlefield in front of him, Modrian had no doubts, in the north of the kingdom, no one except Benny would care about his existence, oh, and his brother was very concerned about his whereabouts.

And now, hearing Benny's warning words, Modrian has to start to re-examine the Geoffrey family, as a behemoth in the northern part of the Stoke Kingdom, known as the Grand Duke of the North.

It has been rumored that the words of the Jeffrey family in the northern part of the kingdom are sometimes more powerful than those of the royal family.

Even though the dying king of the current Stoke Kingdom still firmly suppresses several dukes in the kingdom, no one dares to underestimate the Jeffrey family in the northern region.

One of the deterrents is the presence of the Iron Thorn Legion, an ace legion forged with killing and blood.

What's more, in the face of bloody facts, Modrian admits that he still underestimated the influence of the Jeffrey family in the area of the Gate of Sorrows.

The Gate of Sorrows, a war bulwark under the absolute control of the Stoke royal family, radiates to the surrounding areas and cities, including the town of Irwindale.

Away from these thoughts, Modrian glanced at Darius beside him and smiled, he didn't believe that the Geoffrey family would pay all their attention to him.

And with the energy that his brother could muster, Modrian believed that Darius would show those men the true unstoppable force that could be.

Looking down at the sealed box in his hand, there may be more surprises.

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

The night was drowsy, and the cold breeze mixed with a fine sprinkle scattered countless small drops of water, blindly pouring down the sparsely populated town of Irwindale and the damp blue streets.

Most of the townspeople choose to stay in their houses in the bad and unpredictable weather in the north, and even those who live in the north all year round are a little tired of the cold wind mixed with drizzle.

Red and black flags danced in front of the tavern, disrupting the rain, and the heavy oak doors kept the cold out and let the wind howl.

Inside the tavern, a red-hot stove burns to dispel the cold, and a clean and tidy hall is baked with many customers, from merchants stranded in the town of Irwindale to mercenaries exploring the Lomwall Mountains.

"Hey, old John, why is there so little wild boar meat in your wild boar chop rice now? Isn't it cutting corners again? The old man at the bar pointed to the food on the wooden plate and said loudly.

"Old Jack, you better pay the money honestly, don't try to repay the bill again!" The owner of the tavern, John Andy, said without raising his head, wiping the wooden wine glass with a rag in his hand.

"Hey, hey, old John, how do you talk, I'm also a regular customer, how can I lose money for food." Old Jack patted the bar with his right hand and said.

Everyone laughed, obviously not thinking about the big deal, and they all watched the two old guys quarrel with interest.

Bang!

Old John placed his scrubbed wooden wine glass on the bar, and looked up at the people in the tavern, his wrinkled face covered with the fine scars carved by the winter, which were the marks of weather, the memorial of time.

"Eat, drink, don't talk nonsense, business is not good now!"

The chaotic noise stopped abruptly, and everyone sitting in the tavern was an old fritter who had been in the town of Irwindale all year round, and they knew very well the power of this tavern that had been standing for more than ten years in the town.

Crunch!

The heavy oak door was pushed open, and the cold wind blew away the awkward atmosphere, and the chattering people focused on the two figures in front of the door.