The quiet atmosphere suppressed the smell of blood, and the bright magic light shone on the blade of the red sword, reflecting a deep red glow.

Chih!

The bright red light shuttled through the transparent air, causing ripples. Saroyang half-squinted his long and narrow eyes and stared at his younger brother in front of him, with the red sword hanging on his forehead.

"Dear brother, please tell me again, who is back?"

With a frown slightly, Sawyer suppressed the reflexive energy of life in his body, tilted his head, looked calmly at the red sword that was close to him, and his golden hair was scattered on his shoulders.

“Old Eugene of Shark’s Tavern provides the exact source of information and you should know his credibility.”

The reputation of gold hidden in the dark is not bought with a golden shield, but is slowly accumulated over decades.

"As for the reason why I came here, it's very simple. Someone asked me to remind you not to make things too big. At this critical moment, and the Dale family may get involved."

The red sword light was chopped and the luxurious carpet laid on the ground, leaving traces in the air during the active period of life energy.

"Ha, who made the promise at the beginning? Who is destroying it now?" Saroyang stared at Sawyer in front of him, and a mad look appeared on his feminine face.

"I have lost the symbol of a man. I thought I had lost the opportunity to revenge. Now the time has come. Do you think I will give up?"

Looking at the room environment full of sword marks, Sawyer lowered his eyes and a sarcastic look flashed. As his brother, Saroyang was His Highness, the third prince of the Stoke Kingdom, and was also a popular contender for the throne. However, after that accident, Saroyang, who lost the symbol of a man, also represented the complete loss of the inheritance rights of the throne.

At this moment, Saroyang, who was slightly nervous, was the distorted personality, extravagant and moody caused by the subsequent impact of the incident.

In the exchange of interests, it is hard to imagine that the third prince of the kingdom, after being greatly humiliated, could only force the other party to leave the territory of the Stoke Kingdom and never return.

It's ridiculous and very real!

This is not only the reason for Saroyan himself, but also the reason for the sacrifice of its inherent interests by the Dale family. The benefits brought out by a top noble family are enough to make the Valante family retreat.

"The coming Kingdom Storm will be your chance and will become your grave!"

Sawyer glanced deeply at Saroyang, who was full of vicious faces, and finally left silently. His warning had been brought. As for whether Saroyang could hear it, he knew now.

"Who made me so crazy?"

A strange whisper echoed in the room, the red sword stuck in the broken carpet, and Saroyang watched Sawyer disappear into the night.

"It's you, damn it, you hypocrites, that made me lose everything!"

If the temple priest came a little earlier, if any mage who was proficient in healing came, how could he lose the symbol of a man? What if he was finally taken back? The parts damaged by the impact of life energy have long lost their activity.

"Ha, the final victory and defeat are still coming. I wonder who will laugh to the end. It's you? Or me? Or our 'dear' brother, the trajectory of fate is hard to see!"

The magic lights shone, illuminating the dilapidated and chaotic room. Saroyang quietly looked at himself in the bronze mirror. His eyebrows were somewhat similar to Guy, but his face was slightly feminine, with a hint of madness in his eyes like a falcon, and his slightly curled blonde hair was neatly tidy.

He stared at himself in the area, allowing time to pass quietly, and the quiet atmosphere became more and more intense, covering this narrow area.

The breeze suddenly rose, and a figure in a pure black cloak appeared in the room. After quickly looking around the surrounding environment, he stood silently in place.

"Hehe, Your Highness Saroyang, is there anything important?" The voice of hissing was like a poisonous snake, but it also had some strange charm, and it was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

"It's time to fulfill my promise. I need to mobilize some of the shadow's power!" Saroyang turned his body, looking at the person in front of him with feminine and calm eyes.

"Of course, the Lord of Shadows can hear your voice." The black figure lowered down and an inexplicable voice rang.

"Who is the target?"

"Helles Lindbergdal!"

Silence came, and the black figure pressed the cloak very low, and the whole person seemed to be a ball of black shadow, motionless, but what you could clearly feel was that the muscles under the cloak were tensing, and there seemed to be a circle of force ripples sweeping past.

"Hehe, this time the goal is a bit... The price you paid before was not enough for us to take action. Not everyone can bear the counterattack of the Dale family!"

"Then what else do I have to pay? As long as I have it, it can be used as the price for this move." Saroyang said a little crazy. Of course, he knew the reputation of the Dale family in the royal capital, but don't forget that he is also the heir of the Valante family, even if this right has long been destroyed in name only.

"I believe His Highness Saroyang will not be stingy with wealth and power!" said the black cloaked figure in a low voice. "Now there is a small thing that needs to be troubled by Your Highness."

"The Lord of Shadow Yu Ling, a noble adult is about to come to the capital. I hope we can help him deal with related matters, but he lacks a sufficient identity!"

"Who is it?" Saroyang raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion.

"A son of a viscount is also a lost person!" A strange voice echoed in the room, and a faint black mist filled the four corners of the room.

.............

The dark night covered Limontanelu, and the Temple of Power, located in the southeast corner, was like a sleeping giant beast lying halfway in the city, shrouded in the solemn atmosphere, and occasionally one or two priests and priests passing by in a wide and solemn building complex.

"Is the source of the news sure?" Agnes Rodney, the archbishop of the Temple of Power, opened his muddy eyes and asked softly.

"Confirm that Baron Modrian has entered the capital and lives in a house under the name of the Cecil family." The silver-armored knight half-kneeled on the smooth ground responded respectfully, and his cold eyes could not hide his bare hatred.

"The time is wrong, let's continue to wait!" A dazzling golden light flashed in his turbid eyes, and Agnes suddenly sighed in his heart.

The noble parliament is holding a meeting, and now is the most powerful time for the nobles to be the most powerful. Even as a legend on his own path, he has to avoid the edge.

The most important thing is that Valent V, who always held control and suppressed many temple missionaries, has not yet fallen. Even if there is news of serious illness, no one can confirm the final fact.

Is it a conspiracy? Or a fact?

The previous few clearings of sticky blood flowed into a piece of blood, flowing in the streets of Limontanelu, and the rust smell has not yet dissipated.

"The Father is watching here, and the brilliance of power will relive this 'desolate' land."
Chapter completed!