Starfall Calendar Year 1459, Spring Season, January 20.

The gloomy rainy days did not stop the prosperity of Limontamlu, perhaps due to the convening of the upcoming aristocratic council, and its surface prosperity was even more prosperous than before.

As far as the eye can see, the drizzle showers and the pedestrians on the streets have not decreased, while enjoying the spring rain while browsing the cityscape under the rain curtain, adding a touch of color to the hustle and bustle of Limontanglu.

Modrian sat in the study, flipping through the ancient books in his hand, this is his habit, in addition to cultivation, he prefers to read quietly alone, understand the knowledge of the world, and integrate into the continent of Karadimos.

Knock knock!

A crisp knock on the door interrupted the distracted Modrian, who looked up at the sky outside the window, and said indifferently: "Come in." ”

The door opened slightly, and Wasman stepped in, stood in front of his desk, and said respectfully, "Your lord, you are ready, and Horace has set off." ”

Hearing this, Modrian put down the ancient book in his hand, a smile appeared on his white face, and in the face of Horace, who was determined to take revenge, the Daller family had to provide some assistance, such as hiding the whereabouts of Mordrian's party.

Whether it is sincere or has other intentions, the catty Modrian doesn't care, he just wants to complete the [Temporary Mission: Follower's Revenge], and just wants to remove the last layer of grudge in his heart for Horace.

After all, Horace's performance was enough for him to value, a follower who had received a formal elite education and knew how to advance and retreat freely, but it was rare, and Valoran was in dire need of such an aristocratic elite.

"Then let's go, the fireworks before the banquet should be bloomed in advance." Modrian stood up from behind his desk and looked out at the city under the rain curtain.

The gorgeous stage has been set up, the protagonist has not yet appeared, and this is the time for the supporting role.

Modrian was self-aware, and after experiencing the destruction of the Shadow Realm, he had a hunch that the battle for the throne would not be simple.

The protagonist waits behind the scenes, and chaos descends on Limontamlu.

If nothing else, tonight's aristocratic banquet will bring chaos to the most gāocháo, and the layout of the major nobles will also be revealed tonight.

Sawyer Craigie Varrant and Guy Craigie Varrant, these two are the most popular candidates for the supremacy of the Stoke Kingdom, and they will use their own means.

And Saroyan, having lost the right to reproduce, has long been excluded from the heir, although he himself thinks that it is not, but the facts are the facts, and they will not change according to his personal will.

The dripping spring rain sprinkled on the courtyard, on the grass, on the floor, on the pitch-black armor, and splattered transparent droplets.

Twenty Trefali legionnaires stood in the drizzle, a quiet and cold atmosphere enveloping it, as if a sleeping beast was awakening, and the suppressed slaughter showed a hint of its edge.

Modrian stared at the scene with pride, the most elite soldier in Valoran's command, no less than all the aces of the famous Caladimos.

Putting down his armor and wearing it, Modrian stepped into the rain first, and gradually, the fine white veil covered everyone's figures.

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A faint amount of magical energy smeared the rain curtain, and a delicate aristocratic carriage drove silently on the road, the horse's hooves trampling, splashing a little water stain, hitting the magic energy shield, and creating ripples.

Through the fine rain, the noble coat of arms engraved on the traveling carriage was faintly visible, and a dark purple bird hung upside down on the branches, and its emerald eyes resembled two runes.

And behind the delicate carriage, there was a column of cavalry dressed in purple armor, and the rich life energy was stirring in the air, showing the strength of the extraordinary knights.

From the slaughter of Viscount Zimmerman's family, it can be seen that Limontanlu is becoming more and more unquiet now, so in terms of travel, every nobleman is as well prepared as possible to prevent a tragedy from happening to him.

However, with the approach of the noble council, coupled with the increased patrol of the royal guard, the safety factor of Limontanlu has been improved.

In the luxurious carriage, the magic lamp shines with a soft light, a bright red long dress spreads all over the carriage, the long lilac hair is scattered, revealing the collarbone as white as jade, and the stunning and delicate face of Fan Dai has a hint of laziness.

The slender white fingers lifted the curtains slightly, looking at the city covered with rain curtains, the stunning woman was stunned, and the rain-colored scenery reflected in her eyes.

"Head of the family, why did we agree to His Highness Saroyan's invitation?"

Besimos, who was wearing a refined black dress, frowned and asked, he didn't understand that the Cecil family, as one of the masters of the underground dark forces in Limontanlu, was a little close to His Royal Highness the Third Prince, who had long been abandoned.

After the destruction of the Shadow Realm, he regretted that he had underestimated Horace, or the Dallet family, and the Baron Modrian of the Northlands.

The struggle under the legendary crown is beyond the participation of the Cecil family, and the head of the family in front of him still chose to go to the banquet after receiving the invitation of His Royal Highness Saroyan, and before the banquet of the noble council, it seems that he wants to strategize.

"Becimo, you still have a lot to learn, and the dark unknown is the most elusive." The stunning woman covered her mouth and said with a chuckle, her slender fingers pulling slightly and sliding off the red dress, covering Ruyu's skin.

Sigrid Cecil, the new ruler of the Cecil family and the hereditary count of the kingdom, controls nearly half of Limontanlu's dark trade and power activities, and is known as the Thorny Blood Rose!

"There are many differences in this battle for the throne, some of them can kill people, and many people can die." Sigrid looked at Besimonius, who was dodging his vision, and a trace of longing flashed in his dark eyes, and he was hidden again.

"So, let's take a different path, and at least the people behind His Highness Saroyan can avoid death for us, and even get an unexpected reward."

Besimor lowered his eyes, he didn't dare to take a second look at the stunning style in front of him, it was the impression left by countless bloody lessons.

Roses have thorns, and it is life and soul that pierce.

"But I'm a little worried about Horace, and as far as I know him, this battle for the throne is his best chance for revenge, and he won't give up, and our choice seems to be ........," Besimus meant, and he couldn't help but think of the scene that night was so memorable, the fear that Baron Modrian brings.

"Don't worry, Marquis Gardner won't be so short-sighted, and at the critical moment, he won't allow Horace to mess around." Sigrid lowered the curtains, turned her head to stare at Becimo, and said with a pretense of ease.

"And the Baron Modrian, he shouldn't make a move."

The attack under the crown of Shadow Face Scripps will not be so easy to take, the legend of the overlord known as the Wasteland Abyss.

"Huh?" Sigrid's delicate face changed slightly, and her half-squinted eyes seemed to see the anomaly around the corner of the street through the carriage and through the rain curtain.

"Hehe, if there are really some guys who can't help but do it, what is this trying to do?"

"It seems that the reputation of the Cecil family has been in decline lately, and some petty people dare to stop us." Sigrid glanced at Behemo and said coldly.

"Hurry up, I don't want to be late for His Highness Saroyan's banquet!"

"Yes!" Besimo straightened out his black dress, and the subtle life energy flashed away, and then he lifted the curtain and jumped out of the carriage, looking a little flustered, as if there was something in the carriage that made him tremble even more.

But I don't want to, the danger in the rain screen is even more deadly!