After the shadow falls, it is prosperous!

This ornate building on the edge of the aristocratic district has been bustling with traffic since Modrian's arrival.

The hearts of the people were driven by yùwàng, and the minor nobles and many court nobles who sought to change came here in search of profit after learning some information that had been circulated.

It was the hungry jackal that smelled the flesh, the cunning fox probed for the possibility of a conspiracy, and countless forces of all kinds focused on Modrian.

The past has also been excavated, the second son of the noble, the outcast, and then the Valoran territory of the bitter northland, and even contains hatred with the Geoffrey family.

Until now, such as the Nirvana Phoenix, it has appeared in front of everyone with a nearly new look, and it is rumored to have a certain legendary crown as the background. {As for the hatred of the Jeffrey family, it is not worth paying attention to in front of these profit-seeking nobles, as long as it can be solved by interests, it is not a thing.} }

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Silver rain falls for nine days, and three years of drinking frost!

In the quiet of his study, Modrian sat behind an oak table, never imagined that his soul possession would be described by those who did good things, like a bard's poetic praise.

Ridiculous, and lamentable!

Perhaps this is why those guys will be eliminated by the times, become lonely people in Limontamlune, become depressed people, and have to make bottomless choices for their noble titles.

"Are we just going to turn down all invitations?" Horace stood silently aside, holding a number of colorful invitations in his hands, judging from some of the noble coats of arms, there was no shortage of famous nobles in the Stoke Kingdom.

Including His Royal Highness Guy, His Royal Highness Sawyer, Count Raphael, etc., including the Daller family.

"So what to do?" Modrian glanced at Horace and continued to look out the window at the gloomy sky, the wind and rain intensifying.

"In this battle for the throne, we need to know our place! Remember, we are only spectators, not participants. ”

"Even His Highness Guy invited us here!" Modrian seemed to remember meeting at Harriman Castle.

At this time, he had perfectly torn out some hidden enemies for His Highness Guy, and thus exposed some of the strength hidden in the shadows.

Hearing this, Horace's expression froze, and he immediately lowered his head and said respectfully: "I'm sorry, Lord Modrian, I shouldn't question your thoughts. ”

"No, no, no, I just think you're right, no one is perfect, and when they make mistakes, it's up to the people around you to recognize and dissuade you." Modrian. He patted Horace on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"Most importantly, I need an active-minded follower, not a dull and stubborn old-school aristocrat!"

"Wasman will accompany you on a trip, and I hope you have good luck with the Daller family!"

"Yes, Lord Modrian." Horace looked stunned for a moment, then reacted, resisted the mood swings in his heart, bowed and left the study.

The hidden door closed Modrian's field of vision, and a touch of longing suddenly poured out in his heart, and most people who have not yet left home cannot understand the emotions of the hometown wanderer, but until they really experience it, they will understand the emotions that have always stored in their hearts.

So he was, and so did Horace.

It's just that now Horace has a chance to go home, and he doesn't see any hope.

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Sigh!

The moment he left the room behind him, Horace took a light breath, like a thousand pounds of pressure falling from his heart, I don't know when he and Modrian stayed together, there was always an inexplicable sense of depression.

This was a situation that had never been seen before before when he had left Valoran, and his thoughts were surging, and he had forgotten when he had this kind of mentality, in the wilderness plains? Or a few days in Limontamlune?

With his footsteps moving, Horace distracted his mind and went straight to Wasman's residence, not wanting to see the strong, strong-looking man with a resolute face around the corner.

"Lord Wasman!" Horace stopped and saluted.

"Let's go, my lord, let me go out with you." Wasman nodded slightly, not saying much.

Horace didn't care when he saw this, outsiders didn't know the strength of the Trefalis legionnaires, but he was deeply aware that in the wilderness plains, in the realm of shadows, and in the multitude of shadow creatures, these Trifali legionnaires showed jaw-dropping and amazing strength.

"I'm in trouble." Horace responded, there is a ripple in his heart, the moon is full and the moon is lost, and the flower is defeated, as he used to be.

The heir of the Daller family, who has a good cultivation talent, made him arrogant at the beginning, and it is also the source of the tragedy that led to the later tragedy.

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The Royal Palace of Valrant, a palace complex named after the Varrant family, was also the political and military center of the Kingdom of Stoke.

Under the gloomy sky, the entire palace of Valrant was still brightly lit, patrolling guards were densely scattered on every road, and the warning circle hid its glow, waiting silently.

Ever since the news of the king's serious illness spread throughout Limontanlu, there had been panic in the palace, but the bloody purge at the end of the previous year had given some comfort to those who remained, at least the king was not terminally ill and was able to deal with those who were delusional betrayals.

"Jasper, help me pull back the curtains, I want to see the sky outside." A hoarse and low voice sounded in the gloomy room, and an old man with a pale face slowly sat up from the soft bed, slightly stunned.

"Your Majesty, the weather is bad today, so it's better not to blow the wind." Jasper, who always stood beside the bed, persuaded him to wear a neat black and white dress, with gold ribbons engraved on the corners of the clothes, showing a luxurious and elegant temperament.

"Hehe, I'm an old fellow who is about to step into the coffin, can't even meet my requirements?" A dim glow shrouded the pale-faced old man, and his cloudy eyes were filled with self-deprecation and lamentation.

Jasper stepped forward to help the old man who wanted to get up, and couldn't help but whisper: "Your Majesty, according to the doctor's instructions, you should try not to move, recuperate quietly, and still hold on..........."

"Lying in bed to recuperate? That's not my character. The old man broke free of Jasper's arm slightly, and realized how weak he was now, and how weak his strength was.

Lowering his head, he looked at his thin arms, which was very different from the appearance of killing countless people with sharp blades in his memory, as if he was really coming to an end?

"Do you think you can still remember my name?" The doubts came from the heart, and they also appealed to his mouth, and the old man wanted to hear the answer from Jasper, who was beside him.