The torrential rain poured down like thousands of silver threads, and the sleeping Limontanlu was somewhat caught off guard, allowing the rain to erode for a moment.

On the old and majestic city wall, the royal capital guards on duty have just replaced the brazier with special fuel, and the flames are blazing, and the bright magic lights are set against each other, making the city wall as bright as day.

Hewlett stood at the battlements, let the wind and rain blow, staring at the city in the dim starlight, as if trying to see through it all, but finding nothing.

"I'm a little unsure of whether the Dahler family's choice is correct, but now the whirlpool storm has already risen, and the chaotic situation is so chaotic that I can't even see the trajectory of fate."

Recalling the meeting with Horace the day before, Hewlett was silent, and in the temptation of words, they learned of the vague strength of the Baron Modrian, so the Marquis Gardner and him decided to try to invest.

The arrangement of the noble area tonight was his handiwork, and as the commander of the Imperial Guard, he had such rights, and the Cecil family, who attended the banquet in Saroyan, became the victims of the transaction.

Dada!

The hurried footsteps trampled on the accumulated water stains, making a dull sound, and Hewlett woke up the gods, and looked back, the armor-clad guard hurried to the front, half-kneeling and bowing his head, the cold rain dripping down his forehead, but could not hide the trembling sound.

"My lord, something has happened, Lord Mohm's house in the commercial area has been slaughtered."

Hewlett turned around, his calm face glowing with anger, and the life energy in his body overflowed into the air, blowing pouring rain.

If the guess is correct, it is likely that this is another bloody sacrifice, similar to the tragedy of the Viscount Zimmermann family.

"Damn, are these cultists crazy?"

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The dense rain curtain covered the commercial area, and there were few pedestrians on the streets in the cold rain, and the bustling scene was gradually dispersed by the sudden rainstorm.

The armor-clad Imperial Guards quickly crossed the street, a dim glow against the silver armor, shimmering with an icy aura.

Crunch!

Hewlett pushed open the heavy wooden door of the courtyard, and the strong smell of blood came to the surface, only to see that the entire courtyard floor was covered with blood, and there was no place to stay.

Taking a deep breath, Hewlett motioned for the royal guards behind him to disperse and surround the surroundings to be on guard for any unusual situation.

Then he faced the majestic rain and stepped into the red courtyard.

As far as the eye could see, there were familiar images, the ground covered in blood was the absence of corpses, and the blood rushed to the back hall.

Following the trail of blood, Hewlett clenched the long sword at his waist and slowly walked inside.

And so it was. Hewlett sighed to himself, and in the center of the back hall, he saw dozens of corpses arranged here in a strange shape that resembled a magic array, and it was clear that this was a bloody incident committed by cultists who believed in the cunning Scarlet Serpent.

Prior to this, as the commander of the Imperial Guard, he had heard many compliments about Mohm, a great merchant who was truly fond of doing good deeds, and would donate some gold guilders to repair the roads of the slums, and would provide some free food to the poor who were hungry and cold.

But now..............

Boom!

A huge roar echoed in the rainy night, and Hewlett pulled out the long sword at his waist in an instant, and the crimson life energy was like a flame scorching the air, and a trace of twisted and transparent traces appeared around him.

"Who is it?"

"It's me!" The burly old man in armor, breaking away the falling rain curtain, trampling the accumulated blood with heavy steps, glanced around the back hall, and the voice containing anger sounded.

"These cultists of the Scarlet and Cunning Serpent, are they provoking the Stoke Kingdom?"

With a suppressed aura around his body, Hewlett put away his weapon, lowered his head, and stood respectfully behind the old man, not daring to offend Duke Dakama, who was losing his temper at the moment.

After venting, the burly old man dragged the giant sword to Hewlett and said in a deep voice: "On the orders of His Majesty Lloyd, the Violet Guards Cavalry Corps will officially take over the defense of Limontanlu, and the Royal Capital Guards are responsible for assisting!" ”

"But I have not received any ............ from His Majesty," Hewlett's face changed slightly, and he cautiously glanced at the old man in front of him, and asked aloud.

"Huh?" A purple glow flashed in front of his eyes, and subconsciously, Hewlett reached out to take it, and looked at it, it was a metal token engraved with violet flowers, and the bottom was like blood.

[Violet Secret Order], a token passed down from the hand of the king, if you see this order, it is regarded as the king's presence.

"Now, do you still have doubts?" Duke Dakama's eyes were half-squinted, and there was madness in his indifferent eyes, and the iron-blooded domineering momentum faintly oppressed Hewlett.

"Obey your orders, it is incumbent upon the Daller family!" Hewlett immediately fell to his knees, ignoring the viscous blood and holding the purple metal token in both hands.

Seeing this, Duke Dakama's expression softened slightly, but after the corner of his eye swept over the tragedy in front of him, his face covered with scars flashed with a trace of restless murderous intent.

"This is the fifth place of bloody sacrifice, and there are two in the slums, one in the noble quarters, and one in the commoners' quarters."

"Do these damn Abyssal Demons really think they can do whatever they want in Limontamlu?"

Phew!

Duke Dacama raised his giant sword, and a sword like a full moon appeared in the back hall, smashing everything to pieces.

"Seal off all the intersections in the city, especially near the slums, and hope that the strength of the royal guards will not disappoint me."

A faint look in his eyes shot over, Hewlett felt a faint sensation of tenderness, he knew that the Duke of Dacama in front of him was already angry, it seemed that tonight was indeed not very peaceful, and it would even set off a sweeping storm.

Without any hesitation, he decisively led his personal guards, braving the dripping rain, and galloped to the military camp in the northeast corner.

Now that the Duke of Dacama has mobilized the Violet Guards, there is no need to worry about the safety of Limontamlu, this legendary ace army has given all the people of King Stoke an endless sense of glory.

Not to mention the imminent Council of Nobles, a behemoth that has existed since the time of the gods, although it is unclear why they convened a council at a critical moment in the struggle for the throne, but it has a power that all forces must be careful with.

"Hehe, tonight may be exciting, but I don't know which forces will perform on stage one after another." Hewlett, who galloped on horseback, looked back at the increasingly illusory bloody manor, and his heart was full of infinite emotion.

The choice of the Daller family was decided long before tonight, as the bosses of the bloodline aristocratic camp, they have always been staunch supporters of the royal party, and they don't care who is on the throne, even Saroyan doesn't have to care too much.

And in the eyes of the battle between the court nobles and the meritorious nobles, it is just that tonight is not their stage, it belongs to His Highness Guy and His Highness Sawyer, and the many forces behind them.