On the top of the mage tower with purple patterns engraved, an old mage with a white beard that had been mopped to the floor staring at the young man who saluted respectfully in front of the door with interest, and ripples were stirred in his turbid eyes.

"Hmm? Very interesting spell use... Wood spells? Combined with real objects... to form specific spell effects... Well, it's not just that, it seems to be more complicated than alchemy?"

The old voice echoed in the top room, and the faint energy fluctuations pulled some precious extraordinary materials, colliding, annihilation, blending, and converging into strange pictures in a specific space.

"As it really is, is it a new spell study?"

The failure was expected. The old mage of white beard shook his head slightly, stretched out his right hand and pointed at the scroll on the wooden table. The thin lines spread out and the scroll opened. He carefully browsed the magic images stored on it.

"Modrian Perris, the Baron of the Kingdom, the Lord of Valoran, Well, it turns out that it is him, a very interesting little guy."

"It's a pity that I'm staring at those twisted shadows! I'm still very interested in those spell research!"

Being interested and helping are two different things. With his current identity, taking action when the storm gathers here is unpredictable.

And according to his former promise, he cannot intervene in the fight between each of the Valent family.

Bang!

The magic image dissipated and the scroll landed on the ground. I don’t know when it started. The old master of white beard had fallen asleep, and a slight snoring sounded slowly.

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The red sun hangs in the blue sky, and the vertical sunlight penetrates through the cicada-like clouds, covering Limontanelu, bringing the warmth of the spring sun.

The Temple of Power, located in the southeast area, was trapped in a solemn atmosphere, with sunlight shining on the building complex, reflecting a misty golden light.

In the main temple, the statue of the God of Power stands in the center, with his right hand in front of his chest, his left hand tightly holding the long sword at his waist, and a golden armor covers his whole body, reflecting the spring sunshine, making him look extremely luxurious.

Under the golden light, the head of the statue was slightly tilted to the left, as if facing the world with its left face, which was faintly blurred. In fact, the face of the god was never something that ordinary people could see.

When prayer arose, a divine light escapes from the statue, gentle but not dazzling, with a faint comfort, which can relieve all pain.

Archbishop Agnes in the clothes knelt on the ground, and the golden cloak dragged to the ground. He folded his hands together and pressed his forehead, muttering words in his mouth and praying, with his expression focused and pious.

Crunch!

The gate of the temple was pushed open, and a knight in silver-gray armor strodes over. After hearing the prayer, he stopped silently and half-kneeled on the ground with a pious expression.

"Is there anything wrong? Polit." Agnes said without looking back at the prayer.

"Those group of shadow devils are crazy. They actually want to sacrifice directly in broad daylight and summon the shadow realm to come." Polit first saluted to the statue of the God of Power, and then said in a low voice.

"Sacrifice? What's going on? This is Limontanlu. Isn't anyone stopping them?" Agnes stood up from the ground, his calm eyes surging like a sea of ​​clouds.

"This is also my strange place. The place where the sacrifice is near the Coliseum of Cecil, and the Cecil family let the madmen enter the range they control." Polit lowered his head and said respectfully.

The faint fluctuation of divine power triggered the energy fluctuation. Agnes closed her eyes and focused her mind, and watched the Coliseum Cecil by the power of the statue. (In the area covered by the Violet Mage Tower, Agnes, who is the legend, is closely monitored.)

"It turns out it's His Highness Saroyang. I'll give up surveillance and don't let people misunderstand that the Temple of Power wants to participate in it." Agnes opened his eyes, and the golden sacred light flashed in his pupils.

"Yes, under the crown of Agnes."

Polit bowed and responded, then turned around and left quite simply. In the Temple of Power in the Kingdom of Stoke, the command under the crown of Agnes was equivalent to the metaphor of God, and no one would choose to disobey.

"The battle for the King's throne has not begun yet. Is this an appetizer served in advance?"

Agnes's prayer sounded again, and it was still a prayer praising the God of Power, but it echoed in the hall of the main temple like a bell. Layers of sacred light slowly emerged, and the standing figure turned into a white and blue whale, absorbing the substantial sacred light.

Gradually, in the hazy light, it seemed like an illusion, and a tall figure with majestic eyes stood at the place where Agnes was.

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Cecil Arena, the third floor secret room.

Saroyan looked down at the noisy and bloody arena, with a little bit of inexplicable madness on his feminine face. "Besimo, are you ready?"

"Of course, the Cecil family serves you!" Besimo stood quietly behind him, his calm face feeling emotionless, and he was guarding Saroyang like a machine.

"Then you guys? Lord Okas!" Saroyang turned his head and looked at the shadow standing in the shadow on the left, as if he wanted to see through the black cloak.

"It's ready, and the shadow will surely come." The low voice was like a roar of a poisonous snake, harsh and restless, with a bloody feeling.

boom!

The blazing white flames filled the arena with unparalleled heat, which was the fire of victory representing the winner, and the surging heat wave almost overturned the roof of the arena.

Next to the bloody gladiator cage, thousands of crazy people were shouting loudly, venting their fullness of reality and venting their accumulated but unreleased desires.

Life is full of things. At this moment, Cecil's arena is in a scene of falling into despair. A faint and invisible black mist fills the air, and is immediately attracted by somewhere.

"Let's start, this feast I have prepared carefully. It's time for those who have underestimated me to face my existence!"

The dark patterns were engraved on the corners of the eyes, making Saroyang look a little strange at this moment. In a vague way, dark blue scales appeared on the surface of the skin, and a ferocious aura slowly rose.

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Da da! Da da da!

Modrian walked in the alley with heavy steps, and he remained in this state since leaving the Violet Mage Tower.

What was his real appeal in this trip to Limontanelu? For His Highness Guy? He was forced to join. Even if he compensated for the reward, he could not stop his disgust.

The throne of kings? Sorry, for him, he would rather be an unknown lord and live in the mountains covered with snow and ice.

"Actually, my wish is very simple. I just want to live safely and take a look at the scenery on the mountaintops of the Kaladimos continent!"

"It's a pity that there are always people who want to go against me, and there are always people who want me to be a dog and bite people crazy!" Modrian half-squinted his eyes, and a bloodthirsty and crazy appeared in his pupils. He didn't want to be patient or be peeped at all times.

Especially now, he felt a strange breath in the quiet alley. He should have felt something long ago, but his inexplicable thoughts were bothering him.

He tilted his head to look at Dryus beside him. After seeing the silence of nodding, Modrian continued to step towards where he lived.

The door opened, and Modrian had just stepped into the courtyard, and an unexpected look appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!