Squeak!

The door opened, and the noisy sound broke into the room from outside.

"Raglen, is there anything wrong? He was in a panic." The young man in black dress looked at the middle-aged deacon who was pushing the door and scolded him.

Wiping away the cold sweat from his forehead, Ragren gasped slightly, not caring too much about the scolding. He turned around and closed the door, chanting a spell lightly, and the light green light surged in the air.

【Wind Enchantment】!

Lagren, the deacon of the Cecil Arena, is also a mage profession. He is deeply trusted by the Cecil family and is responsible for all the things in the open field.

"I'm sorry, Master Besimo, I'm a little rude." Ragren bowed slightly and said apologetically.

The blue barrier covered the interior of the room. The young man in black dress, who was Besimum, looked stunned when he saw this. It seemed that something extraordinary happened. Even the isolation spell like [Wind Envelope] was used, and then he signaled Ragren to continue reporting.

"No need to say that, let's talk about it, what exactly is it that makes you so nervous?"

"He's back!" A low voice sounded, and Ragren's face was solemn.

he?

Besimum moved slightly inside. He felt that what Ragren was narrating was about himself. He held up the red wine on the table with his right hand. The bright light reflected through the swaying red liquid, reflecting a thin white square face, and the deep emerald eyes were flashing fiercely.

"Tell me clearly, who is it!"

"Helles Lindbergdal!" Ragren took a deep breath and said firmly, he was a little unbelievable until now.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

[Wind barrier] In the quiet room covered, the sound of uniform breathing and restless heartbeat appear extremely clear in the quiet and strange atmosphere.

boom!

Besimo suddenly stood up, and the momentum of the Great Knight burst out, and the overflowing life energy surged, impacting the blue barrier, causing transparent ripples.

"Impossible! How is it possible?!"

"How dare that guy Horace come back? You know, Marquis Gardner paid a great price to leave the Kingdom of Stoke safely. How do he... now..."

His chaotic breathing and his panic-spoken tone all exposed Besimmon's chaotic mood at this moment, but the sudden situation in front of him did affect his current mood.

"Give me orders to cancel tonight's party." Besimo quickly reacted and said to the butler quickly.

Since the invited people have refused to attend, the evening party has become dispensable. Originally, his idea was to examine some forces worthy of winning, but the current situation has made him passive.

"Horace, where are the people?" Besimo sorted out his black dress and asked.

"In the back door courtyard, but Young Master Horace brought a little more people..." Ragren was interrupted by a sharp voice before he finished speaking.

"Now, let's control the area at the back door of the arena and don't let idle people wait and see!"

"Yes!" Lagren and the butler bowed at the same time and then left the room immediately, and were busy.

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The back door courtyard of the Cecil Arena is not big, with blue bricks paving. Compared with the rough temperament of the square in front, it looks elegant and elegant, with hanging branches dotted with an empty environment.

Da da!

The tiny footsteps sounded from far to near, with a hurricane, and then they pushed open the gate.

Horace stood in front of the queue, looking at the familiar figure in front of him, his thin and handsome face, and his emerald-like eyes. Everything was similar to memory, and there were not many changes. Oh, the only thing was that his strength now had surpassed him.

"Long time no see, Bescimeceil!"

"Yes, it's been a long time since we saw you, Master Horace!" Besimo slowly walked to Horace, bowed slightly, and said softly.

After looking at Modrian and the others from the corner of his eyes, he stared at the somewhat strange Horace, and disappeared from the appearance of the once energetic young man. His weather-beaten face told the wandering life.

Horles Lindbergdal, which was the name of Limontanelu, was resounding at the beginning. The eldest son of the Dale family, with noble bloodline and outstanding cultivation talent, was a veritable pride of heaven. If nothing unexpected happens, he would become the next Marquis of Dale and the Minister of Finance of the Kingdom of Stock.

"Is there anything I need to serve you?" Besimo still maintained his respectful figure, just like the boy who followed Horace behind him.

"Don't be so polite. Besides, I'm not from the Dale family. The family tree of the Dale family was removed four years ago." Horace shook his head slightly and said bitterly when he saw Besimo at this moment.

Under the ruthless trajectory of fate, everyone embarked on a different path, just like now, he is a returned wrecky dog, and the second son of the nobleman who once followed him has become the actual person in charge of the most famous arena of the Coliseum of Cecil, the Gladiator of Limontanelu.

"Master Horace is joking. I think Lord Gardner will definitely miss your return very much." Besimo said with a smile, unable to see his cruel appearance at all, but he was much gentler.

"Okay, Besimo, don't be polite to each other. This time I want to ask you to do a favor. Can you provide us with a place to stay?" Horace said in a low tone. During the period of his wandering life, he learned a lot of things that he had never imagined before.

Moreover, the two have long had different statuses. He is no longer the eldest master of the Dale family, and Besimo is no longer the boy who once followed him silently.

"Of course, Lagren, arrange the residence in the southwest area to Master Horace, remember not to reveal any news." Bessim nodded and waved to the outside of the courtyard door.

Unexpectedly, he thought it would be a difficult thing, but he didn't expect that just finding a house, such a small thing, would he come back to satisfy his longing during the chaotic period, or would he have other ideas?

"Okay, Master Besimo, it will be empty tonight and arrange for Master Horace to move in." Ragren responded at the gate of the courtyard.

"The matter has been solved, then Master Horace, let's go to the arena together to play. The arena now is not the only project I used to do. My subordinates have developed many alternative ways of playing."

Cecil's Arena was the place that Horace once liked to come, and it was also here. Bessimo became one of Horace's partners at that time under the arrangement of the family.

"No, as the person in charge of the Cecil Arena, you don't have to say hello to me like this, go and do your own business. I will just go around with Baron Modrian." Horace smiled and refused, then pointed at Modrian and introduced.

"This is Baron Modrian, the lord of Valoran, and my friend!"

"Corre Valoran? I have heard of Baron Modrian's name, but he is very famous recently." Bessim raised his eyebrows slightly, and he didn't expect that this person and Horace would enter Limontanelu. This is a very interesting situation.

He looked at the Baron Modrian and the burly man who was dealing with him.

"Dryus, the Knight Master, has a strong man with a record of killing two Knight Masters, and an enviable follower."

"Welcome to the Cecil Arena, I hope you can have a good time here!" Besimo restrained his emotions and smiled gently at Modrian.

Perhaps he also noticed a faint awkward atmosphere, glanced at the black cavalry, then nodded to Horace, and walked away from the back door courtyard.

The crisp footsteps sounded, and the shadows of Horace and Bessimo intertwined and missed in the falling sunlight, and went further and further, eventually forming two parallel shadows without any touch.
Chapter completed!