Niteya Alchemy Store!

Saveyala dim sum shop!

Shark's Tavern!

The shops and roads that were hidden deep in my memory were never forgotten, and Horace gradually approached his vision. He looked up slightly, not wanting to let cold tears fall. These are the places he has walked all over.

"March and five days in the fourth year, I always remember time, just don't want these memories to fade in my mind."

"Now, I'm on this land again!"

The prosperous scene filled the city. Modrian walked on the business road with his war horse, like a young man from the countryside, so curious about everything.

On the wide street, a trade caravan drove the tauren slaves to transport goods, with mercenaries on their faces; occasionally, they would see short and active goblins from the shops on both sides, wearing gorgeous robes, directing the hired human waiters, and attracting many new guests and tourists.

This is a scene that has never been seen in the north of the Kingdom, and even the most prosperous city of Edalas has never seen such a harmonious and friendly scene. (The limitations of Edalas and the adjacent war fortress have prevented most interracial merchants from turning their business there.)

It is not only the reason for the influence of traders' own strength and race, but more about fear and fear of war. A sudden outbreak of war will cause most merchants to suffer heavy losses and even lose their entire lives.

The past ten years of Patriotic War left many bloody lessons, telling the merchants chasing interests to stay away from war. (This is aimed at most middle and lower-class merchants, not those who make money from war.)

"Are there any suggestions? Should we move directly into the residence arranged by the noble council, or choose another place?" Modrian retracted his gaze and asked Horace, who was slightly ecstatic behind him. His accidentally expressed emotions made him a little curious.

At that time, as a mediocre young master of the Perris family, he had only heard some words about Horace in the remote place of the party. Most of them were not true or false, nor could they know whether it was right or wrong.

However, just looking at the incident that spread throughout the Kingdom of Stock, you can know how sensational what happened at that time was.

"It is recommended to reject the arrangements of the noble council." Horace slugged his emotions and said softly. "Every time the noble council is convened, there will be the center of sight, filled with sentry detectives from every force, which is not conducive to our plan."

The calm Horace returned to his original cold appearance. He was educated by the elite, and his experience of growing up in the capital of the kings made him realize that this great city has ruined countless proud, conceited and talented geniuses.

Turning his head slightly, he looked around at the soldiers of the Choifaly Legion and Dryus around him, Horace continued: "In the dazzling spotlight, our strength may be exposed in advance."

It is not that the place where the aristocratic council is arranged is not good, but that there are certain restrictions. As a noble, you must maintain the etiquette and humility of the noble at any time and anywhere, and you must also be observed and examined by countless sentry detectives every day.

This is the noble council in case the local lords cause trouble in this prosperous city. In the past, many lords with real power have caused great trouble.

Use force?

Sorry, as an outsider, how can it compare with those local snakes? This is the center of the Stoke Kingdom, and it is not the place of your own territory. You must learn to get used to the rules and clear laws here.

It is also because of various inconveniences that, except for some palace nobles, most of the meritorious nobles and real powerful nobles do not like to be bound by others, so the places provided by the noble parliament are deserted all year round.

Modrian nodded slightly, and his cold gaze swept through several places on the street at this time, where some people were blatantly observing them.

"Ha, it's really interesting. Before His Majesty the Kingdom fell, signs of chaos had emerged. Is this intentional or not?"

Before coming, he had predicted the terrible situation in Limontanelu, but he did not expect that it would be worse than expected, and this ancient and majestic city would usher in some kind of indescribable change.

"So do you need to give up the accommodation provided by Count Harriman and His Highness the Great Prince?" Modrian did not care about the sluts. He now had to adapt to his current identity. A baron lord who was invited could at least properly disguise himself before he was familiar with the environment.

"I think the adults already have an idea in their hearts," Horace responded. "If I can trust me, I have a friend who can provide us with a place to live."

Modrian turned his head and looked at Horace with a low face, and said with a smile: "From the moment you chose to follow me, you are an indispensable member of Valoran. I will always stand behind you and believe in every word you say."

In the bustling streets, the silent atmosphere gradually spreads. Compared with the crowds of people outside, there are some different changes here.

"Halles will always follow the adults."

A low voice responded to Modrian and promised that Horace, who returned to Limontanlu, began to let go of his inner shackles, and his final destiny would be home here.

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The Cecil Arena, located in the southwest corner of Limontanelu, is a place that is extremely popular among civilians and nobles.

Because it is located in the junction of slums and bustling areas, it is full of all kinds of strangers all year round, including some bloodthirsty warriors and combative mercenaries. Of course, it is more civilians with crazy expressions. Under the fight, it is an extremely popular gambling, gambling about life.

Golden shield, blood, beauty, desire, makes the Cecil Arena one of the iconic buildings under the dark side of Limontanelu.

The steel battle axe stands on the square of the arena, with blood-like rust dotted on the gray base. Following the square road, there are more than a dozen sculptures standing, either warriors, archers, knights, and hideous and fierce monsters.

There were eight guards wearing armor and holding weapons on duty at the gate of the arena. They looked coldly at the abortion, most of whom were simple-dressed civilians, occasionally mixed with gorgeous clothes.

Wow!

The crowded Cecil Stadium suddenly sounded loudly, followed by crazy curses and bursts of thugs. Then a large number of civilians with red eyes and constant clamoring were driven out by mercenaries who were waiting for battle.

Even in the face of sharp weapons, these civilian gamblers who had already lost all were not afraid. In their eyes, there was only the color of a golden shield, and everything else was empty.

"A bunch of scum, if it weren't for the special period, I would have arranged for people to kill them." At the top window of the Cecil Arena, a young man in a fine black dress looked down at the chaos below and spoke bloody words.

The scum has not yet hit the mercenary array, causing the young man in black dress to lose his desire to watch. It seems that Cecil's reputation has been very useful recently, and then turned to look at the butler beside him and asked.

"Are you sure who will attend tonight's banquet?"

"Sorry, the few people you specially invited refused to participate, but some foreign aristocratic forces tried their best to get in after hearing the news." The butler was prepared and summarized in detail some names worth noting at the party.

"It's all small characters, don't pay attention to them." The young man in black dress gently lit the armrests of the table and chairs. "How come the few people refused the invitation. Did something unexpected happen?"

"The Jeffrey family, the Harriman family, the Arnold family, and......" the young man in black dress hesitated for a moment and finally said. "Is there anything wrong with the Dale family?"

"Sorry, my master, our intelligence officers did not collect any unexpected events. It may be that they were in a special period, and everyone was paying attention to what they were doing......"

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

The sudden and rapid knock on the door interrupted the conversation between the two. The young man in black dress frowned slightly, and his cruel expression flashed away, and he signaled the butler to open the door.
Chapter completed!