It is still the top floor window of the Cecil Arena. Bessimo looked down at the entire Arena like a sculpture. The circular architectural design allows him to easily observe all places.

In the middle of the arena, a fight between soldiers and giant ice fields was being held in the hard stone cage. The dripping blood stained the stone ground red, and the torn meat foam hung on the sharp iron chain.

The battle was over, and the seriously injured warrior on the ground looked desperate as the giant wolf in the ice field slowly approached. The dripping sticky saliva exuded a fishy smell, and bloodstained on the white fur.

At this moment, the crowded seats and roads of the arena were filled with crazy civilian businessmen and nobles, and the deafening howlings filled the arena, which was excitement, annoyance, pleasure, regret, and all emotions were mixed together.

Besimo closed his eyes and felt that he could feel the ordinary people's desire for blood, as well as the bloodthirst and courage hidden deep in it, which is a shared desire by all intelligent creatures.

"Horace, you shouldn't have come back!"

"The coming Kingdom Storm will be your chance and will become your grave. Isn't Lord Gardner the only way out for you? Living is more important than anything!"

"And now, your choice will change the fate of many people!"

The jade-like eyes opened, revealing two different emotions in the struggle, perhaps more than two: nostalgia, envy, friendship, care, etc. The past memories, accompanied by these feelings, were mixed in my mind. Besimo tried hard to suppress them, not wanting them to burst out, and did his best.

"You're back, so how should I do it!"

Looking down at the bustling noise in the arena, Besim murmured to himself that the Cecil family's position had already been decided, and even now he could not ignore the interests of the family. This is the basis for his current status.

"Sorry, Horace, my friend, I have no choice!"

There is no distinction between right and wrong in the world of aristocrats. Only interests are paramount and it is correct to be able to obtain established benefits.

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The central area of ​​Limontanelu is home to many gorgeous and elegant buildings. This is a place where nobles gather. Most of the top noble families in the Stoke Kingdom are scattered in this relatively small area, but they dominate the advance of the powerful giant of the Stoke Kingdom.

A simple and simple low building adjacent to the most central area of ​​the Kingdom Palace is, or it is more like a beautiful garden.

The transparent warm sunshine shines, and the garden is shining with various beautiful and bright colors. The verdant forests, the standing rockery groups, and the green grasslands, indicating that this is often taken care of in an orderly manner.

"Uncle Raphael, the little guy has arrived in Limontanelu, but unexpectedly, he seems to be involved in Horace of the Dale family." His Highness Guy, the eldest prince, admired the scenery in front of him and said softly, with no expression on his plain face.

"Horace? Didn't he be sent out of the Kingdom of Stoke by Gardner? Why did he come back?" Earl Raphael frowned slightly. He had heard of the original incident. It was just a tragedy that narrowed the circle of Miran's nobles. However, the extraordinary identity of the person involved had a severe and huge impact.

"This has violated the promise that the Dale family has given you the Valent family, and Horace will not enter the Kingdom of Stoke for the rest of his life!"

"Yes, who knows why, anyway, he has entered Limontanlu and is mixed with Modrian." Guy turned his head and said with a smile. "They thought they were very careful about the traces, but they didn't want them to have been exposed. After all, this place has become the center of the storm."

“Maybe their farce will be a wonderful prelude to the coming storm.”

"This does not seem to fit the plan formulated. Don't you stop it?" Earl Raphael lowered his eyes, stroked the ring on his finger, and spoke lightly.

"No, no, no, this is better than I expected. At least I can see the strength of each family in advance, at least the attitude it shows." Guy shook his head, and a hint of excitement appeared on his calm face.

"Let's look forward to the collision between my brother and the Dale family. Oh, no, maybe Modrian will solve everything without the Dale family taking action."

The spreading frost freezes the paper strips on the palm of your hand, and the energy of life trembles slightly, everything turns into ice stains, disappearing without a trace.

"How was the arrangements made by the noble council?" The hot sun shone on Guy's face, reflecting a faint glow.

"Those who are all cunning guys, how could they stand in advance? They are all waiting, waiting for the exact news from His Majesty Lloyd." Earl Raphael finally moved his attention away from the ring on his finger, and looked at the magnificent palace group with muddy eyes.

“Can you confirm the authenticity of the source?”

Upon hearing this, Guy turned around, moved his footsteps lightly, walked to Count Raphael, patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Raphael, you can enjoy this destined 'war'!"

"No one can stop me, the position of king!"

Inexplicable shadows reflected in the blue pupils, flashing with a madness.

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Near the Coliseum of Cecil, the elegant courtyard provided by Besimím, whose servants have been dismissed, and the soldiers of the Choifali Legion took over the defense here.

The room was illuminated by the drowsy magic lights, and Modrian and Horace sat opposite each other, and a set of tea sets were placed on the wooden table in front of him.

The warm tea water was surrounded by a faint mist and filled the air.

"Can you trust your friend?" Modrian picked up the teacup and blew a lightly.

"Does Besimo? I don't know that time will change a lot of things." Horace shrugged and said helplessly. "Just like me now, he now has irreparable cracks."

From the moment I saw Besimo, Horace was a little regretful. There were too many changes and too fast. The unknown guy who had followed him and had already mastered one side, and the momentum of the superior was clear at a glance. More importantly, the strength of the two was extremely different.

"It's already good, at least it can provide us with such a quiet and elegant environment." Modrian sipped a sip of tea and smiled faintly.

"However, I think we were probably exposed to the eyes of some forces. From the beginning of entering Limontanelu, many tails followed us, and they did not retreat until the Coliseum of Cecil."

The scarlet life energy flashed away, and a faint mist of water dissipated. Modrian stared at Horace and continued.

"Learn clearly the situation in Limontanlu as soon as possible. I think as an 'indigenous' you should have a way, right?"

"Yes, I will go out tonight, hoping that those dark forces once did not change their stadium." Horace nodded and said.

"That's good. Be careful when you go out. I will arrange for Worthman to be with you." Modrian instructed.

"Thank you Lord!"

Horace lowered his head and left the room. He knew in his heart that this was protection. During the journey, he had seen Worthman's strength, power, terrible, and violent. He was definitely a top-notch knight.

The fog as thin as gauze continued to linger in the room. Modrian sat cross-legged and looked like he was closing his eyes, but his thoughts were rising like waves. The muddy waters of Limontanelu were a little unexpected.

Before entering this ancient and majestic city, Garna warned him that there were at least three legendary existences in this bustling city, and some kind of dark power lurking silently in the darkness.

"Crack!"

A low call echoed in the room, and the Lord of Shadowflow, wearing gray armor, slowly emerged from the reflected shadow. Modrian looked at it intently, and still could not see the depth of his strength, but the strength of the catastrophe had been recognized by the Crown of Garna and the old guy.

"Add to arrange it, I want to find out the situation in Limontanelu as soon as possible these days."

"Abide by your will, Shadowflow will do its best!" A cold and hoarse voice sounded, and the figure of Jie disappeared in an instant.
Chapter completed!