Limontanelu, aristocratic area, some secret room.

There was no magic lamp, only the crimson candle was burning slowly, and the dim and dim light illuminated the narrow area.

Looking closely, there are mysterious orange patterns engraved in the corner of the wall of the secret room, and the slender and strange lines are connected together, gathering into a burning flame.

"He shouldn't have come back, there is no way to be safe under the storm!" A tired and helpless voice sounded in the narrow room, and the dim lights fell, reflecting the face of a middle-aged man.

"This is his own choice, and we have no way to interfere. Just like the one he did back then, he would pay the price for his choice." Huglitter Lindbergdaler looked at Gardner in front of him and comforted him.

"What's more, Horace is not alone this time. Somehow, he and Baron Modrian, who is from the Peris family, join the line and enter the capital together."

"Modrian Perris?" Gardner frowned and said in confusion.

Gardner Lindbergdal, hereditary marquis of the Kingdom of Stock, is now the position of Minister of Finance and is in charge of the wealth of the Kingdom. He is the true top figure of the Kingdom of Stock and is also the father of Horace.

"I have heard of him, causing a lot of storms in the north of the kingdom, and it seems that the Jeffrey family suffered a lot of losses. It is not simple, a young man."

"Yes, it's him!" Hugli nodded, his deep eyes retaining a trace of strangeness. He particularly remembered that he felt an inexplicable sense of danger from the black cavalry team.

"Maybe we all underestimated him. The strength of his subordinates was a bit unexpected."

Upon hearing this, Gardner looked at Hullett in surprise. This cousin rarely identified with one person, especially the other party was a "little" baron.

Then he looked slightly solemn. The news of Horace returning to Limontanelu had spread, so the Third Prince should also obtain information, which can be predicted that the next secret battle will continue.

Even the farce between them will be a wonderful prelude to the imminent storm.

"Is this someone trying to drag us into the water and let the Dale family fall into the storm first?" Gardner shook his head slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, cold and bloodthirsty.

"It seems that the compromise of the Dale family in the past few years made people mistakenly think it was cowardly. Ha, it's really interesting. Maybe we have to move a little to avoid misunderstandings a lot."

"Heullett, contact the Dark Eclipse, I want to see who it is, peeking at the glory of the Dalle family for hundreds of years!"

"yes!"

The crimson candles went out, the dim light disappeared, and two figures left silently from the secret room, leaving only the flame emblem flashing with dark light.

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The dark night is still shrouded, the bright moon is hidden in the sky, and the thick night gradually wraps around Limontanelu.

"Why are you not afraid of being told by him?" Earl Raphael lowered his eyelids and did not sleep all night, causing the already orderly silver hair to scatter slightly, but these could not stop the chill in his heart.

"Uncle Raphael, this is a 'war', who can win safely?" Guy turned his head and stared at the old man in front of him. There was no emotion on his calm face.

“Now that he has decided to join us and enjoy the help we have given him, it is time for him to show his worth.”

"At least my younger brother is not too difficult to deal with. A disabled man and a devil cult are just setting off a gorgeous prelude to this coming storm!"

Silence lingers, Count Raphael glanced at His Highness Guy, and his muddy eyes hid his inner thoughts. "So what should I do now?"

"Haha, there is nothing to do. At this stage, we just need to watch this wonderful stage play quietly." Guy smiled slightly. So far, no news has been heard in the palace. Every force hidden behind the scenes is waiting, waiting for the news from the old man.

"The quiet atmosphere does not fit my plan. What I want is not a rotten and corrupt kingdom. Appropriate cleaning of some borers should be in line with my father's ideas!"

"In addition to His Majesty Lloyd's thoughts, I think we should also pay attention to the actions of Craigie's crown. You should know the importance of the Violet Mage Tower to Limontanelu!" Earl Raphael was not led by Guy. He still had his own ideas. As the helmsman of the Harriman family, he knew many secret information about the capital.

"Creggie's Crown!" Guy looked solemn. As a member of the Valente family, he certainly knew the influence of Creggie's Crown in Limontanelu. Even when his father made certain decisions, he would go to the Violet Mage Tower to visit Creggie's Crown in advance, and always guard the legendary Crown in the Kingdom of Stoke.

"He will not interfere too much in this battle against the throne. This is the glory of the Valante family. Only the best can sit on the supreme throne."

"Maybe in this storm, he will meet some interesting 'friends'!"

"Uncle Raphael, it's time to prepare. The prelude to the storm will be opened by us, and by the way, the cruel side of participating in the throne fight for those who are still waiting and watching!" Guy said in a low voice, his ice-blue hair hanging down his face, slightly covering his handsome face.

"As far as you are told, Your Highness Guy!"

In the luxurious and elegant room, Count Raphael slowly left and sighed irresistibly. He didn't know whether his choice was correct. In this storm vortex, the Harriman family could no longer remain neutral as before.

The news brought back by Lambert finally made him make such a decision. As the news that the ancestor was about to make his last attempt had not yet spread, the reputation of the Harriman family still had a certain deterrence. He must show his own strength in this storm vortex, obtain certain benefits, and be more reliable.

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In a slum, a dilapidated and messy area, several men in black robes gathered together. Although they were of different heights, fat and thin, the surface of the black robes was printed with snake-shaped patterns. It was a twisted and lingering giant snake with its head held high, and it was coldly poked out the bright red snake core.

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The residence of the Arnold family.

As the Minister of Military Affairs of the Stoke Kingdom, Dhakama Arnold sat on a chair and murmured: "Has the storm begun? Let me wait for which His Highness can't help but take action first..."

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On the other side, the Violet Mage Tower, a pure white tower body, and a spire surrounded by purple patterns, are like a blooming violet flower, emitting a faint energy fluctuation.
Chapter completed!