The bright moon hangs, the night is vast, and the original appearance of the Arachi Plain is gradually unaware of in the indifferent fog. The dim environment is as deep as Limontanelu, a lonely star standing on the top of a mountain, contrasting with the galaxy in the night sky, creating a mysterious feeling.

The capital of a country stands in the center of the plain, and it is the largest plain in the Stock Kingdom - the Arachi Plain, which shows its confidence in its own strength.

The Violet Guards Legion, a cavalry corps stationed near Limontanelu, was established by Valent I and has continued to this day. It has won numerous honors over hundreds of years and established the reputation of the First Cavalry Legion of the Stoke Kingdom.

The core of it is a cavalry legion composed entirely of great knights. From this, the core spreads out the Violet Guard Cavalry. As for the specific number of people in the core, it is only in the hands of the king.

This is also the foundation for the safety of Limontanelu in the past thousand years of history. (Of course, it is not just because of the Violet Guards, but definitely there are other reasons.)

At this time, in the city of Limontanelu, the lights were on, the prosperity of the day ended, the blurred life of the night was exposed, and the magic lampposts beside the straight roads were scattered like the brilliance of day, providing dazzling light for the city in the night.

Shark's Tavern, one of the top taverns in this city of never-sleeping, is also the most common nightlife joyful place in Horace before.

Pushing open the thick mahogany door, the noise hits head-on like a heavy hammer, rubbing his ears, Horace ignores the thugs crouching on both sides and takes Vosman into the interior of the tavern.

Colorful magic lights shine on the wide hall, countless young figures submerged it, and a slutty atmosphere enveloped it. The restrained life during the day made these people unable to bear the burden. The tavern at night is the best place to be released.

Before he could go far, Horace had no choice but to push away the girl who was coming to him. "Ha, it seems that my charm is still there. Even if I leave for a few years, I will not lose my charm."

Looking at the indifferent Watson, Horace shrugged and made himself bored. A faint energy of life surged, and the invisible momentum dispelled the slightly fanatical crowd around them. They walked past them and headed straight towards their destination.

"Sorry, two, it's forbidden here..." In front of the stairway passage in the tavern, two strong men in mail stopped Horace and Worthman's figures, and their outstretched arms were filled with the breath of life energy.

Horace took a casual look at the dance hall, then took out a red token from his arms, threw it to the strong man in the mail, and broke through the middle with a tough look, showing his dandy temperament.

"Get out of here, don't see who is here?"

The strong man on the right holds a red token, compared with the magic lights that are falling, and the burning flame emblem is engraved in the center of the token.

Dale family!

The strong man in the mail frowned and then turned sideways to make way, watching Horace and Worthman disappear into the stairway passage.

"A young master of the Dale family went upstairs, be careful." The strong man in the mail pulled the collar between his neck, and a light green stone was embroidered on it.

The sound stone can be used for communication within a small range. Its basis is built by wind-type spell - sound technology. It can transmit sounds to each other within 100 meters without being disturbed by energy currents.

"receive!"

"receive!"

After the instructions were finished, the strong man in the mail returned to his original position, looking around with a cold expression on his face. It was not just a matter of money and interests to hire them.

The noise was still there, and the young crowd was crowded in the dance hall, venting themselves under the shaking magic lights.

At the same time, twisted shadows traveled through Limontane, like wandering maned dogs chasing different goals and places.

The barbaric gangs in the dark night patrol in their respective places, using their systems and rules to squeeze the interests of the civilians. The shadow gangs saw their methods and ways of dealing with the rebels, and even watched them kill for no reason only to satisfy the bloody desire for killing.

The city hall, with magical lights flashing, is located in an inconspicuous building. It is the capital of the royal capital. There are countless nobles, and it is also destined to be deserted.

However, these still cannot stop the greed in their hearts. Perhaps they are like lackeys when facing those noble nobles, but they have enough abilities when facing the civilians and businessmen.

The darkness behind the light, accepting bribes and trading money and power are everywhere. This is a process of depravity and is uncontrollable.

The shadow wanderers continued to spread, and there were civilians working and living in the corners of the streets under the stars, calculating how much money they could earn in a day and how many people they could support.

The complaining and nagging sounds came to the ears of the Shadow Flowers, but after complaining, they still had to fight against trivial matters of life, which was the hardship of life at the bottom.

The Shadow Flowers also went deep into the so-called upper city area, which belonged to the nobles. In the prosperous life under the night, there were too many people who were addicted to women and banquets like a dream, in order to survive for a second, and the blessings left by their ancestors made these borers not have to consider anything else.

Of course, in addition to this, there are other places in Limontane. The faint sense of danger makes the Shadowflowers stagnate and follow the steps of the past, silently remember the details, turn around and leave, and explore other places in the "fog".

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Late at night, a luxurious building complex like carved beams and painted buildings in the aristocratic area.

Ah...Woo!

The shrill call stopped completely, and the silver armored guards who were silently guarding the central building slowly walked in, dragging out a beheaded male corpse from it, with many blue and purple marks on its naked body.

"I almost cut my skin, and I reacted quickly!" The pure white pajamas wrapped the young man's body, and the feminine and slender tone echoed in the room. Blood dripped from the red sword lightly held in his right hand, dyeing the luxurious carpet red.

He reached out and twisted the towel on the mahogany table in front of him, and the young man in white pajamas wiped the blood on the blade. Every time he wiped it, it seemed like he was stroking a gentle lover.

"My brother Sawyer, since he is here, why don't he speak out?"

At the door of the room, a blond young man in casual clothes stepped in. His face was five or sixty-sixth similar to that of a young man in white pajamas.

"Ha, Brother Saroyang, it seems you have not received the news yet." Sawyer frowned and looked at the blood splattering around him, and then continued word by word.

"He is back, the friend you 'missed' day and night!"

The red sword's body trembled slightly, and the smooth and sharp blade was instantly cleared. Saroyang looked at Sawyer, who was fighting the puzzle, and his fierce momentum was pressing against the other party.

"Who is it?"

"Helles Lindbergdal!"
Chapter completed!