Pour warm water into a white tea bowl like jade. The green and tender tea is like a sparrow tongue, dark green in color, and a faint fragrance lingers in the room.

"Heart of the Forest, the unique fragrant tea of ​​Slidal Forest." Benny lowered his eyes and immersed himself in the world he created, gently stirring the white key spoon with his slender and graceful fingers.

"It is sought after by the nobles and mage groups for their rare quantity and unique effects."

Slidal Forest?

Modrian half-closed his eyes, and information about the Slidanel Forest came to his mind, which was a vast forest located in the southern part of the continent of Kaladimos, a little far from the Kingdom of Stoke.

"Is that so? Then I'm benefiting from Uncle Benny this time."

He picked up the white tea bowl and smelled the faint fragrance. Mordrian drank it all in one sip, and the green tender tea also drank with the tea.

Hum? He waited for a while and it seemed that there was no unique effect?

Wait, it's not right!

As soon as my thoughts arose, a cool feeling rose from my abdomen, extending through my internal organs, all the way to my brain, as if washing my fatigue, making me feel refreshed.

"Very good fragrant tea." Modrian ignored Benny's shocked expression, picked up the teapot and poured a cup for himself, and continued to drink, with a faint tea fragrance spreading.

Benny looked at the scene at this moment and shook his head helplessly. This was a little different from what he expected. The noble etiquette seemed to be invisible to the other party, showing vulgar movements. (In the past, I had no strength to choose, so Modrian tried to get used to the hypocritical aristocratic etiquette as much as possible. But now, he has enough strength to make himself more free.)

Slightly swept over the girl sitting quietly behind Modrien, her green pupils contracted, and the keen talent given by the blood of the forest elf made him feel fatal danger.

He reached out and picked up the tea bowl in front of him, Benny took a sip of tea, closed his eyes and felt the mental washing, and said softly: "The latest news came from Limontanelu, the king is seriously ill and may not be able to survive next year's spring season."

"Are you sure it's not the same as before? I'll clear out the lurking and rising forces?" Modrian put down the white tea bowl in his hand and stared at the handsome face that had almost no changes. The elf's bloodline was enviable.

In the past two years, His Majesty the King has defrauded him of illness several times, causing restlessness throughout the Stoke Kingdom and completely purged many aristocratic forces with dissolute intentions.

"Confirm, Violet Mage Tower and the Palace Mage Group have some healing mages invited to enter the palace, and then they are forced to sign a series of confidential contracts when they come out." Benny said slowly in the lingering white mist, and his handsome face appeared inexplicably.

"But I don't expect that there are really a few people who dare to break the constraints of the contract and bring out this news at the cost of their lives."

Dead Soldier? Modrian subconsciously thought that the power of the noble mage as the dead Soldiers was all top nobles. It seems that the news this time should be confirmed correctly?

"Will it affect the North?"

To the north of the city of Edalas is the kingdom's war barrier - the Gate of Sadness, where hundreds of thousands of kingdom soldiers are stationed. (Although there is no war now, there is a lot of friction, and it is still the top priority of the kingdom. After all, the Ailanfalu Empire on the other side is one of the most powerful empires on the Kaladimos continent.)

As soon as he spoke, Modrian felt his innocence and the supreme power of the kingdom. Who is not interested in it?

"Of course." Benny didn't care about Modrian's words. His green eyes locked in Modrian's face, and his calm tone slowly told the cruel facts.

"His Highness Guy, the commander of the Gate of Sorrow, is the first heir to the kingdom, so there are many sentry lurking in the city of Edalas to observe the movements of the Gate of Sorrow."

"And, aren't you already affected?"

Upon hearing this, Modrian frowned slightly, as if he had not understood Uncle Benny's words. As a newly-rise real nobleman, even with the help of Yingliu, he was far inferior to these old nobles in collecting information.

"You can understand if you don't know the situation." Benny carefully savored the fragrance of the heart of the forest, and his handsome face shrouded in the mist looked a little blurred.

"Before His Majesty the King succeeded to the throne, or rather, before the Patriotic War, the Temple of Power was the state religion of the Kingdom of Stock, not the situation where it is almost invisible now."

Temple of Power?

Modrian thoughtfully, it seemed that the battle that took place in the town of Irvingdale was not occasionally, and the situation is now more serious than expected.

"Why did the Temple of Power fall in love with the Valoran? It's not just because of a newly emerging territory." Modrian suddenly asked.

"You are very good. More than two years are enough for many people to see many things clearly and make choices for them." Benny put down the tea bowl, smiled with relief, and moved the topic away.

"That guy Brooke and I passed the letter, hoping you can go back to Perris Castle."

He lied that the letter from Perris Castle was not sent by Brooke himself, but was passed quietly by others.

"Is it because of the Peris family?" Modrian seemed to have realized something and said softly.

Seeing Uncle Benny remain silent, he was not angry, just like when he first came to the north of the Kingdom, he used the reputation of the Perris family, which was a fact that he could not change since he was born.

"It seems that you have received a similar letter, and I think it was rejected." Benny finally spoke, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes. Brooke's choice was wrong, and it was ridiculously wrong.

"When you are not strong enough, you can only exchange for killing and loyalty."

"After the end of the Patriotic War, the Perris family played such a role for the royal family, and the Temple of Power never escaped the butcher knife erected by Brooke."

In a trance, Benny saw the bloody storm that time again. During those years, he followed Brooke to fight all over the kingdom, causing iron-blooded killings and purge the believers.

"So that's different from you. I have enough strength to protect what I want now." Modrian looked at Uncle Benny who was in memory in front of him, and refused certain possibilities in a firm tone.

"A person will always encounter a crucial opportunity in his life. If he seizes it, he can change his life. I am very glad that he made his choice to leave Perris Castle."

Modrian moved forward slightly, and a smile filled the corners of his mouth, which was more of a feeling.

"The Temple of Power chose the wrong target, so they paid the price of death."

"As for myself!" Modrian paused, and then said in a slightly arrogant tone: "I think no one in the north of the kingdom should stand opposite me now, right?"
Chapter completed!