Bang! Bang! Bang!

Before Modrian got up, he ignored Meredith's extremely resentful eyes, stretched out his right hand and patted his face heavily, and then whispered in his ear.

"Help me give me a message to the Duke of Dhakama, Modrian Peris said hello to him!"

The information obtained these days is not enough to make him think about the person behind the scenes, but he can continue to act according to the path the other party wants him to go, and sooner or later he will catch the group of dark bedbugs.

The mysterious energy fluctuation flashed away. Modrian raised his head, his calm face with a smile, looked at the standing Violet Mage Tower, and signaled Dryus to restrain himself. Is this a warning?

However, this is the Violet Mage Tower after all, and it is the territory of Craigie. If you should be high-profile, you should be low-profile. If you should be low-profile, you should be low-profile. You should understand the principles of dealing with people.

Immediately, Modrian left slowly. As for Meredith's revenge, a playboy, a guy who has not yet advanced to the extraordinary mage, is not worth caring about. If anyone needs him to remember, perhaps the blood stained in the North will be even thicker.

A vicious dog that bites people is not scary. What is scary is the people hiding behind it. Those guys seem to be sure of themselves and always peek at them in secret.

But Modrian didn't expect that a vicious dog would bite people no matter what.

The crowd gathered around and dispersed. Meredith was still limp to the ground, the floating dust stained the dirty mage, and the messy black hair was casually dispersed, no one could see it, and a vicious look filled his face.

"Modrian, ha, the 'meal' of the Lord of Shadows, I hope I can see you again after tonight!"

The low whisper slowly dissipated with a dark color. Meredith felt his body regaining freedom, and stood up stiffly, leaving in the opposite direction.

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Jasmine Tavern.

Several exquisite magic lamps were faintly revealed in the dark green curtains, and soft light rays illuminated this slightly elegant environment.

In the quiet private room, Modrian and Sophia sat opposite each other through Redwood Zhuo. After saying hello to each other, an awkward atmosphere came, and the two of them started talking about it.

The atmosphere between the two was not relaxed until the waiter served food and tea.

"This jasmine tea is very good and is very popular in the tower." Sophia gently folded her long golden hair, picked up a cup of dark tea, and said lightly.

"Is that so? Then I have to try it." Modrian smiled gently. Faced with Sophia's invitation, he learned and tasted a bite of jasmine tea.

The faint tea fragrance lingers around the nose and enters the throat, the tea is astringent but has a sweet taste. It is a good taste for a tea novices like him.

"It's really good. This kind of tea is rare in the North."

"The regional culture is different. I have seen records in some books. The bitter and cold northern part prefers strong liquor, and the stronger the liquor, the more popular it is." Sophia said softly.

"The records of books are quite correct, but times are changing. After accepting cultures from different regions, the tastes of the bitter and cold northern land have become mixed. The spirits are just one of the changes." Modrian looked at Sophia in front of him in surprise and said with a slight interest.

During the time he was in command of Valoran, he also came into contact with many hidden information that he had never been exposed to before. The surging tide in the north of the kingdom was no less weak than here.

However, Modrian did not expect that he could contact Sophia with a nearly unfamiliar relationship when he opened the topic. Unfortunately, Sophia, who was cold and indifferent, was not interested in this topic.

An awkward atmosphere surrounded again, and this time the two sides had a tacit understanding and did not break such an atmosphere.

Modrien lowered his cheeks slightly and restrained his emotions. It seemed that he could never find the feeling in his memory again. The friendship between brother and brother in that happy time was also the deepest collection of his predecessors.

It's a pity! The ruthless time takes away too many things, and the sense of strangeness stands between the two of them like a wall, making people helpless.

"Thank you for the gift you gave me at that time - the Frost Ring. Then I received the best gift!" Modrian stared at Sophia in front of him and spoke solemnly.

Everything originated from that ring, and it was also the starting point for the change of his initial destiny trajectory, allowing him to survive, allowing him to survive in the North, and become a real power lord.

Gift? Sophia frowned slightly, then the doubts between her eyebrows dissipated and she said softly: "No, that is the first time I have made low-level magic items under the guidance of the instructor. After hearing your news, I will send them to you to provide you with certain self-defense measures in the desolate north."

Sophia glanced at Modrian, paused tone, and continued to speak: "That ring is the price you saved me this time."

"I advise you to leave the Violet Mage Tower and find your father as soon as possible. The Arnold family's reputation is not something you can resist."

Modrian smiled when he heard this, without explaining anything. He took out a carefully crafted black brocade box from his arms, lifted the lid, and revealed a gem with a dark glow.

"If you need it, you can crush this gem, and I will help you within my ability!"

"Believe in my reputation, I am a real lord!" There was a little more joking tone in my last words. Modrian glanced at the quiet and unique tavern and shook his head slightly. He still liked the wild tavern in the north.

"So we'll see you next time, Sister Sophia!"

When he walked to the door of the private room, Modrian raised his right hand and shook it slightly to express goodbye, and then disappeared into the Jasmine Tavern.

At the front desk, Horace casually stroked the waitress's white chest, threw down a few golden shields, and followed Modrian's pace.

Under the soft magic light, Sophia stood in the private room window, looking at Modrian leaving, a hint of confusion flashed in her cold eyes. The strange feeling before seemed to be even better than before, and there was a strange feeling that made her feel rejected from the bottom of her heart.

Huh!?

In front of the circular arch, just as Modrian wanted to leave the Violet Mage Tower, he felt a glimmer of snooping eyes, turned his head and pointed directly at the top of the Mage Tower.

The next moment, he regretted it and shouldn't have been so impulsive.

A nearly substantial eyelight descended from the purple mage tower to Modrien. A dim blue light appeared on the [Breath-Store Chain] made by Gana, and then slowly disappeared.

The easy defeat of the magic necklace given by Gana shows that the opponent's strength is at least as strong as Gana, and he is an existence entering the legendary path. It is obvious that the person who is observing Modrian at this moment is the crown of Creggie.

"Don't you have to be so stingy, right?" Modrian's thoughts flipped. He just punished Meredith with a small amount. Even the three extraordinary mages from the Supervision Office were not considered offensive and dispersed.

What's the current situation?

Before he could think about solving the problem in front of him, the shriveled seeds in his pocket suddenly felt a hot feeling, and the blazing temperature penetrated his clothes and burned his skin.

Then, the eyes that were about to come disappeared, as if they had never appeared before, only Modrian noticed the fine cold sweat covered his forehead.
Chapter completed!