The morning colors gradually fade, the sparse spring rain drifted, mixed with the cold breeze blowing the lush green grass, and the silent atmosphere enveloped this quiet road.

"Trade?" Modrian repeated his words softly, and there was no trace of emotion in his dark and deep eyes. Then he tilted his head to stare at Horace, and his cold words echoed.

"What do you think you have the right to talk to me about a deal now? Do you just say unfounded news based on excuses?"

The cold drizzle fell on Horace's face, but it was far less cold than the coldness in his heart. Modrian's words were like a sharp knife tearing open the thick shell he disguised.

"But, don't you need detailed information when you go to Limontanelu now? And I can provide you with a complete information about the noble context." Horace opened his mouth and finally said a little weak.

"Haha!" Modrian chuckled softly, but there was no smile on his calm face, but there was a sense of incomparable distance.

These are all old foxes who learn from those nobles. They never put what they need on the table and deeply hide their demands.

"The charm of the golden shield is enough to win some people's hearts."

"What's more, your message seems to have a delay effect. I think you should have been away from Limontanelu for more than five years, right? Do you think the information you have is still accurate?"

"The most important thing is that now you and me are a member of the guards of Irvingdale Town, and I am the lord of Valoran!"

The aggressive words were like endless waves hitting Horace's heart, and the noble young master who was forced to leave the country seemed to have not yet figured out his position.

And what Modrian said now was like a heavy hammer hitting his soul, making him at a loss.

But the Dale family was one of the top nobles in the Stoke Kingdom. Even though he had been away from that central area for a long time, his teachings and accumulated lessons quickly put him in the right position.

call!

Horace took a deep breath, raised his eyes again, looked at Modrian in front of him, and looked at the unmoving black cavalry formation behind him. He sensed a hidden sense of tyranny and fatality, and the middle-aged man named Dryus who had always followed Modrian, the terrifying powerful man named Dryus.

Tat!

The heavy iron boots stepped on the accumulated water, splashing sludge and water stains. Horace took off his horse and stepped forward, looking up at Modrian who was high above, and then kneeled down on one knee.

"Holes Lindbergdal, guard of Irvingdale, see Lord Modrian!"

The hoarse roar echoed in the rain, from the trembling words at the beginning to the firm roar at the end, writing the journey of Horace's heart.

The already lucky mentality has disappeared under the blow of Modrian's indifference. The experiences over the years have also made Horace understand a lot.

For example, with his talent, he is almost hopeless to take revenge, for example, under the cold nights, he always recalls his past memories, for example, he cannot forget his parents, for example, the unforgettable hatred seems to be getting dimmer as time passes...

He was afraid, and he was afraid. If he had forgotten his former hatred, would he still be the one who made a big fuss in Limontanelu?

Many situations are difficult to describe under the changes in the environment, so he came back and returned to this homeland from the place he once escaped.

But everything changed too quickly. The unknown town (Irvingdale town) that he had escaped became part of Valoran's territory, a territory he had never heard of before leaving. As for the lord, he was the descendant of the Scarlet Viscount, the second son of a nobleman who was not outstanding in his memory.

But it doesn't matter. After witnessing the terrifying battle in the town of Irvingdale, he saw the glory of hope called Revenge, so he joined the Guards and, after gaining some trust, exposed his situation.

Unfortunately, things had an unplanned change, which forced him to make a choice!

On the other side, Modri, who was sitting upright in the saddle, quietly looked at Horace who was kneeling on one knee, allowing the cleared spring rain to knock down his lower head and flowed into his clothes along his neck.

The extremely unexpected encounter also brought him two different choices!

Accepting Horace means taking over the hatred he has carried, from the concern of a certain high prince of the Kingdom. What he gains is that he knows nothing about Limontanelu and has a good "tour guide"!

If you refuse Horace, then today's affairs must not be leaked and some insider news will be lost. (Not everything can be bought by the Golden Shield, just like money is not omnipotent.)

Modrian looked at Gregory, and saw the garrison officer of Irvingdale town nodding slightly, revealing his slight recognition of Horace.

"Welcome, fellow Dale family, I hope you can bring me some interesting information." Modrian said calmly, and the surge of scarlet life energy helped Horace kneeling on one knee, then nodded slightly at Gregory and pulled the reins.

"keep going!"

Da da! Da da! Da da! Da da!

The dense and neat sound of horse hooves sounded again, and the pitch-black array was like a black shadow passing through the rain curtain, spreading rapidly forward.

Seeing this, Horace suppressed the joy on his face, turned over and chased the advancement of the cavalry array, but as he galloped past the Irvingdale Town Guards, he saw Congreve in the queue, the companion who had been with him for many years, nodded quickly and disappeared into the drizzle of rain.

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Limontanelu, the capital of the Kingdom of Stock.

Its history can be traced back to the beginning of the founding of the Kingdom of Stoke, named by Valent I. It translated as "forever blooming". It was built after twelve years and was reinforced and engraved with countless magic circles.

Perhaps Limontanlu was a little unknown before, but in the invasion war of the Ailanfalu Empire, it resounded all over the world with the strong and bloody name of the Valante family, and successfully attracted the attention of many forces on the Kaladimos continent in those years.

Standing on the top of Limontanelu is the royal family of the Stoke Kingdom - the Valente family. It is known as the violet blooming on the sword. In the 872-year history of the kingdom, it hurts everyone who wants to pick flowers.

His Majesty the King, who is old today, Valent V let this violet grow in blood release a different charm during the ten-year Patriotic War, and at the same time created a great reputation and shocked many forces in the dark.

Of course, in addition to the Valante family, there are also many top nobles in Limontane, who also control the entire kingdom and form a fixed chain of interests for hundreds of years.
Chapter completed!