Behind the shadows, there is prosperity!

This gorgeous building, located on the edge of the noble area, has ushered in a bustling and bustling scene since Modrian checked in.

The little nobles who were driven by desire and seeking change, and many palace nobles, came here after learning some information that was spread.

It was the hungry jackal that smelled the flesh and blood, and it was the cunning fox who explored the possibility of conspiracy, and countless forces focused on Modrian.

All the past were also excavated, including the second son of the noble, the exiled, and then the Valoran territory in the bitter northern part of the land, and even the hatred with the Jeffrey family.

Until now, Ru Ni Phoenix appeared in front of everyone with a nearly new look, and the rumored legendary crown prince as the background. (As for the hatred of the Jeffrey family, it is not worth paying attention to in front of these nobles seeking interests. As long as things can be solved with interests, it is not a problem.)

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Silver rain falls in the sky, and drinks ice and frost for three years!

In the quiet study, Modrian sat upright behind the oak table. He never thought that his soul would be described in this way by those who are interested in it, which is comparable to the sacred poems of minstrels.

Ridiculous, and lamentable!

Perhaps this is why those guys were eliminated by the times, became silent people and depressed people in Limontane, and had to make bottomless choices for their own aristocratic titles.

"Are we just rejecting all invitations?" Horace stood silently, holding many colorful invitation letters in his hand. Judging from some noble seals, there are many famous nobles in the Stock Kingdom.

It includes His Highness Guy, His Highness Sawyer, Earl Raphael, etc., including the Dalle family.

"What should I do?" Modrian turned his head and looked at Horace, and continued to look at the gloomy sky outside the window. The storm was getting worse and worse.

"In this battle for the throne, we must recognize our position! Remember, we are just bystanders, not participants."

"Even His Highness Guy, who invited us, is the case!" Modrian seemed to remember the situation when he met at Harryman Castle.

It was not at that time that he had perfectly bitten out some hidden enemies for His Highness Guy, and thus part of the exposed part was hidden in the darkness.

Hearing this, Horace's expression froze, then lowered his head and said respectfully: "Sorry, Lord Modrian, I shouldn't question your thoughts."

"No, no, no, I happen to think that you are right in question. No one is a perfect person. There are times when making mistakes. It depends on whether the people around you can recognize it and dissuade you." Modrian patted Horace on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"The most important thing is that what I need is an active-minded follower, not a dull, stubborn old-school aristocrat!"

"Wosman will accompany you out for a while, and I hope you will have some luck in the Dale family!"

"Okay, Lord Modrian." Horace was stunned, then reacted, suppressed the emotional fluctuations in his heart, bowed and left the study.

The covered door closed Modrian's vision, and a hint of longing suddenly surged out of his heart. Most people who have not left their homes cannot understand the emotions of their homes, but they will not understand the emotions that are always stored in their hearts until they have experienced them.

He is like this, and so is Horace.

But now Horace has the opportunity to go home, and he sees no hope.

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Wow!

The moment he left the room behind him, Horace took a breath, as if a thousand pounds of pressure fell from his heart. I don’t know when, when he and Modrian were together, there was always an inexplicable sense of depression.

This was a situation that had never happened before when he left Valoran Corps. His thoughts were surging. He forgot when he had this mentality, was he in the wilderness plains? Or how many days he had in Limontane?

As his footsteps moved, Horace dissipated his thoughts and headed straight for Worthman's residence, but he did not want to see this strong man with a strong face around the corner.

"Mr. Worthman!" Horace stopped and saluted.

"Let's go, Lord Lord, let me go out with you." Vosman nodded slightly, not saying much.

Horace didn't care about this. Outsiders didn't know the strength of the soldiers of the Choi Falli Legion, but he deeply realized that in the wilderness plains, in the shadow realm, and in the numerous shadow creatures, these soldiers of the Choi Falli Legion showed an astonishing and amazing power.

"Trouble," Horace responded, and a ripple appeared in his heart. If the moon is full and the flowers are full, the flowers are full and the flowers are full and the same is true for him.

The heir to the Dale family had a good talent for cultivation, which made him arrogant at the time and was also the source of the tragedy that happened later.

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The Valente Palace is a palace group named after the Valente family surname and is also the political and military center of the Stoke Kingdom.

Under the gloomy sky, the entire Valante Palace was still brightly lit, and patrolling guards were densely spread on every road, and the warning array covered its own glow and waited silently.

Since the news that the king was seriously ill, people in the palace were panic. However, the bloody purge at the end of the previous year comforted the people who stayed behind. At least the king was not terminally ill and could still deal with those who wanted to betrayers normally.

"Jasper, help me open the curtains, I want to see the sky outside." A hoarse and low voice sounded in the dark room, and an old man with a pale face slowly sat up from the soft bed, slightly stunned.

"Your Majesty, the weather is not good today, so it's better not to blow the wind." Jasper, who always stood by the bed, persuaded him, wearing a neat black and white dress, with golden ribbons engraved on the corners of his clothes, showing his luxurious and elegant temperament.

"Haha, I am an old guy who is about to step into the coffin. Can't even satisfy me?" The dim light shrouded the pale face, and the muddy eyes were filled with self-deprecation and lament.

Jasper stepped forward to support the old man who wanted to get up, and couldn't help but whisper: "Your Majesty, according to the doctor's instructions, you should try not to move, and be quiet and be able to persist..."

"Lying in bed to recuperate? That's not my personality." The old man slightly broke off Jasper's arm and found how weak he was now and that his strength was so weak.

He lowered his head, and he looked at his thin arms, which was very different from the way he was holding a sharp blade in his memory and killing countless times. It seemed that he was really about to come to an end?
Chapter completed!