The familiar system prompt sounded, and it still smelled cold, but it gave Modrian a different feeling. The reward for surviving the disaster was more heart-warming than the victory of predicting the outcome.

The pace did not stop, and Modrian firmly crossed the threshold of the ruins in the face of the slightly dim starlight. Looking back at this dilapidated and desolate place in the battle, he felt a little regretful. To be honest, he liked the architectural style and elegant environment here very much.

"Well, Horace?" Modrian noticed Horace who was staying at the end of the team. He seemed to be staring into the distance, in the direction of the Coliseum Arena, the underground dark 'country' controlled by Besimo, the young master of the Cecil family.

The calm eyes passed through the gorgeous wall curtains, and the figure of two young men reflected in Modrian's pupils, as well as a gray-robed man stained with a hint of evil.

"Who are those?" Modrian asked, and there seemed to be no relevant scenes in his memory, and he should be strangers.

"It is His Highness Saroyan, and Besim, of the Cecil family, who doesn't know the other one." Horace said with a smile, but the smile that bloomed from the corner of his mouth was bitter and helpless.

friend!?

Although it was expected, the cruel reality still gave Horace a heavy blow, which was a damn betrayal and a damn trust.

Time erases the traces of the past, and the proportion of interests has long surpassed friendship. He should learn to accept reality and no longer have hope for the past.

Saroyan Kregi Valent Modrian whispered the name of the Valent family, then turned his head slightly, looked at Horace at this moment, and showed a look.

"Are you needed a chance to revenge? Take advantage of this moment, at least no one will stop you from being blocked."

A cold look appeared on his face, and Modrian didn't care. Since there was such a big stir tonight, why not continue to add fuel to make the flames of tomorrow burn more vigorously.

What's more, there is [Temporary Mission: Revenge of Followers] hanging from the simple panel of the system, flashing with a bloody glow.

"No, no need." Horace shook his head when he heard this, refused to drop Modrian's kindness, and then retracted his gaze. He knew that even if the killing would succeed, it would lead to unexpected situations. Why not wait any longer and wait for the critical moment of the battle for the throne.

Hatred has allowed him to hold on for so long that he can wait for a while for the thoughts in his heart that he has never given up.

"Okay!" Modrian looked at Horace, whose expression was back to normal at this moment, without saying anything.

In fact, he already recognized Horace as a companion in his heart, but if the other party made a choice, he would not say anything. Even if he guessed that His Highness Saroyan and Besim, of the Cecil family, would most likely be related to the Shadow Realm this time.

The shadows disappeared, and under the bustling lights, Modrian and his group moved further and further along the night, gradually disappearing.

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

Bang!

The evil life energy burst out, smashing the white jade guardrail with mutton fat. His Highness Saroyang's feminine face was full of twisted colors, and the vicious voice echoed in the secret room on the third floor.

"Damn it, damn it, what does that guy's gaze mean? Contempt? Despise me?"

Besim and Okas remained silent, looking out of the corner of their eyes at His Highness Saroyan who was slightly crazy in front of them. No one would touch the bad head.

But compared to His Highness Saroyan and Okas's mood, Besimo was more regretful and depressed, regretting his original choice, and standing in the wrong team of interests.

He also saw Horace looking here, with his plain face, but his pupils.

If there is a little hatred, there is room for maneuver. Now that the "friendship" between the two has come to an end, perhaps no longer called "friendship", he saw the bloody meaning of settlement in the autumn.

“贝西墨!”

The feminine ghost li's voice recalled Besim's thoughts, looked up at His Highness Saroyang, and he whispered: "Your Highness, what are your instructions?"

"I want to meet Earl Siglid, and I hope the Cecil family will not refuse." His Highness Saroyan looked down at the courtyard in the ruins, and suppressed hatred filled his pupils.

"Of course, the Cecil family is willing to serve you!" Besimo agreed without hesitation, then glanced at the hidden shadow, nodded slightly, and left the hidden secret room.

Crunch!

As soon as the door closed, the storm suddenly stormed. His Highness Saroyang turned his body and looked at the priest Okas in front of him with a crazy hatred. The scales on the surface of his skin became more and more obvious, and the ferocious and strange aura slowly solidified.

"What you said is that the shadow will come, and by the agreement, I will also see Horace's head."

"But now everything has become empty, including the Lord of Shadows you mentioned, seems to have failed? Ha, this is really ridiculous!"

In the dark robe, Priest Okas lowered his head and remained silent. The development of this incident was indeed beyond expectations. He never thought that even the Lord of Shadow would return in vain.

A faint shadow filled his eyes, and a gentle murmur echoed in his ears. Priest Okas heard an inexplicable call from the supreme existence of his meditative faith.

"The shadow will not fail. The day when it comes again is the time to fulfill the promise!"

When Priest Okas raised his head again, the sound of a poisonous snake hissing was harsh and restless in the secret room, with a bloody anger.

"His Highness Saroyang, our cooperation remains the same. I hope you don't give up too early. The dispute over the throne has not yet begun, everything is unknown."

"Hmph!" His Highness Saroyang suppressed the hatred in his heart. He could not help but feel angry when he recalled the gaze of Holles just now. "As you said, the noble parliament held in three days will almost determine the situation of the dispute over the throne."

“你们要抓紧动作!”

He has lost too much, but in order to complete his inner revenge, he doesn't mind waiting anymore and endure other people's strange gazes.

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The dim starlight mixed with magic lights on the roadside, shining in the direction of progress, Modrian crossed the bustling commercial streets until his final destination.

A low and luxurious building located on the edge of the noble area.

"Where did you live?" Modrian stood in front of the door, sighing at the style of the architecture in front of him, and talking to Horace.

The memory color appeared on his face, and Horace whispered: "Yes, I have lived here since I was an adult."

"Oh, we just moved in like this. Wouldn't the Dale family say anything?" Modrian asked with a smile.

"No." Horace stepped forward and pushed open the thick mahogany door, and said, looking at the empty but clean building.

"As the top family in Limontanelu, they have always done a good job in this regard."

Anyone who sees or peeks at the situation in the Shadow Realm will change certain choices tonight, and the Dale family is one of them.

From leaving the Cecil Arena to walking here, Horace knew in his heart that the Dale family knew very well, so they prepared in advance, cleared and vacated the building in front of them.

Horace leaned over his body, bent forty-five degrees, and placed his right hand on his left chest. An extremely standard aristocratic etiquette also represents his highest loyalty and respect in his heart.

“莫德里安大人,请进!”
Chapter completed!