Still the top floor window of Cecil's Colosseum, Besimmo looked down at the Colosseum like a sculpture, and the circular architectural design made it easy for him to observe all the places.

In the center of the arena, a gladiatorial battle between a warrior and an ice wolf was taking place in the hard stone cage, the blood staining the red stone floor, and the torn flesh foam hanging from the sharp iron cables.

At the end of the battle, the seriously wounded warrior looked desperate as the ice wolf slowly approached, the dripping viscous saliva emitting a fishy smell, and a little blood stained the white fur.

At this moment, the colosseum was crowded with seats and roads, full of crazy commoners, merchants and nobles, and the deafening howls filled the sky above the gladiatorial arena, excitement, chagrin, nostalgia, regret, all emotions mixed together.

Besimo closed his eyes and felt that he could feel the thirst for blood of the common people, as well as the bloodthirstiness and bravery hidden in the depths, which are common to all intelligent beings.

"Horace, you shouldn't have come back!"

"The coming Kingdom Storm will be your opportunity and your grave. Isn't it great that Master Gardner is seeking the only way out for you? Being alive is more important than anything else! ”

"And now, your choice will change the fate of many people!"

The emerald eyes opened, revealing two different emotions struggling, perhaps more than two: nostalgia, envy, friendship, care, etc., the memories of the past, along with these feelings mixed in his mind, Besimo tried to suppress them, not wanting them to explode, and did his best.

"You're back, so how do I go about it!?"

Looking down at the bustling noise in the arena, Besimus muttered to himself, the position of the Cecil family has long been decided, and even now he cannot ignore the interests of the family, which is the basis for his current status.

"I'm sorry, Horace, my friend, I don't have a choice!"

There is no right or wrong in the world of aristocracy, only interests come first, and it is right to be able to obtain the established benefits.

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In the center of Limontanlu, there are many gorgeous and elegant buildings, which is a gathering place for nobles, and most of the top noble families of the Stoke Kingdom are scattered in this relatively small area, but they dominate the advance of the powerful giant of the Stoke Kingdom.

Adjacent to the palace of the kingdom, it is a quaint and simple low-rise building, or more like a beautiful garden.

The transparent warm sunlight is sprinkled, the garden is shimmering with a variety of beautiful and bright colors, the verdant dense forest, the standing rockery group, and the green grass show that this is often taken care of in an orderly manner.

"Uncle Raphael, the little one has arrived in Limontamro, but surprisingly, he seems to be involved with Horace of the Daller family." His Royal Highness the eldest prince, Guy, admired the scenery in front of him and said softly, with no look on his plain face.

"Horace? Wasn't he sent out of the Stoke Kingdom by Gardner, and how did he come back? Count Raphael frowned slightly, he had also heard about the original incident, it was just a tragedy in the circle of chaotic nobles, but because of the extraordinary identity of the person concerned, it had a bad and huge impact.

"This has violated the promise given to you by the Daller family to the Varant family, and Horace will not be allowed to set foot in the Stoke kingdom for the rest of his life!"

"Yes, who knows why, he's in Limontamlu anyway, and he's mingling with Modrian." Guy turned his head and said with a smile. "They thought they were careful about the tracks, but they didn't want to be exposed, after all, this is already the center of the storm."

"Perhaps their farce will be a wonderful prelude to the coming storm."

"It doesn't seem to fit the plan that was made, won't you stop it?" Count Raphael lowered his eyes, stroked the ring on his finger, and spoke lightly.

"No, no, no, this is better than I expected, at least I can see the strength of each family in advance, at least show the attitude." Guy shook his head, a hint of excitement on his calm face.

"Let's look forward to the collision between my brother and the Dallers, oh no, maybe Modrian will solve everything without the Dallers making a move."

The spreading frost froze the note in the palm of his hand, and the life energy trembled slightly, and everything turned into ice stains and disappeared without a trace.

"How's the arrangement on the Noble Council?" The blazing sun shone on Guy's face, refracting a faint glow.

"Those are all cunning and cunning guys, how could they stand their positions in advance, they are all waiting, waiting for the exact news from His Majesty Lloyd." Count Raphael finally turned his attention away from the ring on his finger and looked at the golden palace complex with cloudy eyes.

"Can you be sure of the authenticity of the source?"

Hearing this, Guy turned around, moved lightly, walked in front of Count Raphael, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Raphael, you can enjoy this 'war' that is destined to be won!" ”

"No one can stop me, King!"

An inexplicable shadow was reflected in the azure pupils, flashing with a frenzied color.

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Near the Colosseum of Cecil, in the elegant courtyard provided by Bessimo, the servants had been dismissed and the Trefalis legionnaires had taken over the defenses.

The room was illuminated by dim magical lights, and Modrian and Horace sat opposite each other, a tea set set on a wooden table in front of them.

Warm tea fills the air with a faint mist.

"Can you trust that friend of yours?" Modrian picked up the teacup and blew lightly.

"Bessimo? I don't know, time changes a lot of things. Horace shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly. Just like me now, he now, has an irreparable crack. ”

From the moment he saw Besimo, Horace regretted it a little, too much change, too fast, the unknown guy who had followed him had already mastered one side, and the momentum of the superior was unobstructed, and more importantly, the strength of the two was very different.

"It's good, at least to provide us with such a quiet and elegant environment." Modrian took a sip of tea and said with a faint smile.

"However, I think we were probably exposed to the noses of some forces, and from the moment we entered Limotonanlu, there were quite a few tails that followed us until Cecil's gladiatorial arena retreated."

The scarlet life energy flashed away, the faint mist dissipated, and Modrian stared at Horace and continued.

"Find out the current situation in Limentanlu as soon as possible, I think as an 'indigenous' you should have a way, right?"

"Yes, I'll go out tonight, hoping that the forces of the dark side won't change their location." Horace nodded.

"That's good, be careful when you go out, I'll arrange for Wassman to be with you." Modrian instructed.

"Thank you, my lord!"

Horace bowed his head and left the room, he knew in his heart that this was protection, along the way, he had seen Wasman's strength, strong, terrifying, violent, definitely a top knight.

The veil-thin mist continued to swirl around the room, and Modrian sat cross-legged, seemingly closing his eyes, but his inner thoughts were like waves, and the muddy waters of Limontanlu were somewhat unexpected.

Before entering this ancient and majestic city, His Majesty Jana warned him that there were at least three legendary beings in this bustling city, and that some dark force lurked silently in the shadows.

"Robbery!"

A low call echoed in the room, and a gray-armored shadow lord slowly emerged from the reflected shadows, and Mordrian's strength was still not visible as he could see the depth of strength, but the strength of the calamity had been recognized by His Majesty Cana and the old fellow.

"I want to find out the situation in Limontalu as soon as possible in these days."

"Obey your will, and Shadow Stream will do it all!" An indifferent and hoarse voice sounded, and the figure of the robbery disappeared in an instant.