In the parlor, Horace meets Kevin, the first heir chosen by the Dallor family after him.

"What's the matter? Coming to Lafargue to find me? ”

Motioning for the butler to serve the tea, Horace sat down on the throne and chuckled softly, his gaze glancing over Kevin to the black-cloaked figure behind him.

Something familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere.

"Huh?" Horace's expression changed slightly, and inexplicable fluctuations of life energy appeared in his perception, inherited from the Dalle family's flame breathing method, and that breath was .....

"Go down, there's no need to serve here."

Horace turned his head to look at the standing butler, and commanded in a low voice, with a touch of change in his heart, and continued to speak with some unease: "Arrange guards around, and no one is allowed to approach." ”

"Yes, sir." The butler bowed slightly and stepped back.

When the footsteps disappeared, there was silence in the living room for three to five seconds.

"Father, how did you leave Limontanlu and come to Valoran?" Horace stood up and saluted the cloaked figure, his face full of doubt.

Recently, he has heard about the sudden changes that have taken place in Limontanlu.

The abrupt disappearance of the Violet Mage Tower and the Valrant royal family has caused chaos within the kingdom, and the great power displayed by the Valoran Lords not long ago has made all forces feel jealous.

Including many of the great nobles of Limontamlune.

The black cloak was lifted to reveal Gardner's figure, the head of the Daller family looked a little hurried, as the kingdom's chancellor of the exchequer, he would hide his traces and come to Valoran.

"Can you contact Baron Modrian? I need to meet him soon. Gardner said in a deep voice, his tone was hurried, he didn't care about the details, it was a race against time.

"Preferably in a day or two, I'll wait in the territory."

Hearing this, Horace's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at Gardner in surprise: "I can only do my best, the lord seems to have something urgent recently, and the affairs of the territory are handled by Lord Svein." ”

"Svein?" Gardner's expression was slightly furrowed, obviously, he was aware of Svein's existence, and after a moment of silence, he said in a condensed voice: "Then arrange for me to meet with Lord Svein." ”

Seeing Horace's inner doubts, Kevin on his side explained: "The recent situation in the kingdom is not good, and the family needs to rely on external forces. ”

"Is the situation so bad?" Horace's face was solemn.

As the hereditary marquis of the Stoke Kingdom, the Daller family has been a bloodline nobleman for nearly a thousand years, but now they are looking for help from outside forces, and he is somewhat unbelievable.

"Maybe, it could be worse than you think."

Kevin shrugged his shoulders, as if remembering something, with a gloomy expression.

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Irwindale City, the residence of the Barras Merchant Order, the room where Philan lived.

Snow-white animal skins lay on the floor, the reddish fireplace emitted a wave of heat, and the air was filled with the refreshing scent of elk.

"I thought you'd come back a few days later." Fei Lan took out a round glass cup from under the tea table and pulled out a few pieces of solid lotus flowers.

Gurgle! Gurgle!

Hot water is poured into the teacup, a faint fragrance wafts between the noses, and a little white mist rises.

"Taste it, this is a tribute to the palace, and it has the effect of nourishing the soul and calming the mind." Firan looked at Modrian across the coffee table and said with a smile, looking quite relaxed.

Grunt!

After drinking it all in one gulp, Modrian smacked his lips and said comfortably: "It tastes good, is there anything else?" Bring me some back. ”

..... ╮(╯▽╰)╭.....

"I can see that your mood is a little urgent." Fei Lan looked at the guy in front of him helplessly, took out a few cans from the space ring and threw them to him.

"I know what you're here for, and I asked my father earlier."

"I can promise you that the Imperial Southern Legion will not attack the Gate of Sorrow, but there are preconditions."

Modrian's expression was flat, but a little ripple appeared in his heart, and sure enough, the Barras family had received the news that the kingdom of Besilik and the kingdom of Stoke were at war.

And he also guessed the next strategic arrangement of Valoran.

"On what terms?" Modrian said in a deep voice, since the other party knows his intentions, he might as well get straight to the point and talk about the conditions.

"Don't worry, it's about me." Fei Lan said with a soft smile, a faint blue glow flashing in his eyes.

"Ice and Snow Temple, every ten years, there will be a chance for the Templars to challenge the Holy Son."

"Next year is the next challenge, and I hope to get your help."

Modrian didn't immediately agree, but looked at Firan and waited for his next step.

This is not a simple matter, it involves the temple, that is, there will be gods behind it.

Valoran has just slaughtered the god of abomination of the plague, although it is a god with weak divine power, but it is also a god anyway, so it is inevitable that there will be no additional incidents to go to the Eleanfalo Empire so rashly.

"Don't be so careful." Fei Lan was quite helpless and finally gave an explanation. "This is a matter for the Barras family, and it will definitely not involve the Valoran Territory." With that, he handed over a piece of letterhead.

"It's about the Templar challenge."

"No matter what time it is, if there is a reply, it is enough to send a message to the residence of the merchant group."

Modrian took the letterhead, along with a few jars of round glass cups, and put it into the space ring, jokingly: "Even after I'm done with things, okay?" ”

"Of course." Fei Lan nodded silently, and immediately smiled. "With our friendship, I'm sure you'll help me."

"Friendship? Bullshit friendship. Modrian scolded, getting up and leaving.

In terms of friendship, the relationship between Valoran and Wales is also much better than that of Philan, at least Wales has 'contributed' a lot of resources to the development of Valoran.

Walking out of the Barras Merchant Colony's residence, Modrian looked up at the sun hanging in the gray sky, and gently stretched his body.

"Hey, Ice and Snow Temple, the God of Ice and Snow Storm, according to the information obtained, at least a great god above the weaker divine power."

"Let's hope that the so-called Templar challenge won't attract the attention of the gods."

Sensing the gaze behind him, he waved his hand and stepped into the crowd of people in Irwindale.

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Modesian strolls through the bustling streets, feeling the change in the scene brought about by the rapid development of Irwindale City.

Every street was filled with a variety of shops, and occasionally he could see some shops opened by humanoid intelligent beings, and in a trance, he seemed to see some shadows of the city of Edalas, but now it was a little more prosperous.

"News has come from Horace that the Marquis of Gardner has arrived in the realm, hoping to meet you." The sun shone on Modrian, pulling a shadow on the ground, twisting and undulating slightly.

"Reply to him, let Marquis Gardner come to Fort Dig tonight."

Modrian whispered, meeting the flow of people, gradually blending into it and disappearing.