The gloomy sky covered the sky. Suddenly, the sparse drizzle covered Limontanelu like white veil. The slight sound of rain hit the city walls, the streets, and every standing building, as if the whole world had only the sound of rain. All the dirty, unbearable, and dark were baptized by the endless spring rain, and were extremely clear.

"How about it, go home?"

Modrian leaned on the mahogany table, held his face with his palm, and looked at the drizzle that was falling outside the door with a calm expression.

"It's pretty good. Although the family has been removed, there is no difficulty with the power of the Lord." Horace said with a smile. This time he returned to the Dale family, he met many people who had not seen for a long time, and someone had tried to keep him, wanting to exchange certain family interests for his freedom, but he refused.

Sometimes when standing at a high place and looking down at the low-lying area, you can really have a different style.

However, looking at the high place from the low-lying point, you can see more details. You have never experienced it when standing at the high place, and it is something you must experience after falling into the clouds.

Most importantly, Horace believes that finding a path worth putting into all is the path he expects to continue.

"I talked to my father about something." Horace sorted out his thoughts, recalling his father's warnings and instructions, a hint of bitterness and confusion appeared in his heart.

"Hate should be broken rather than resolved. Sometimes when you are in this kingdom, you have to learn to endure some things!"

"Also, go and remind the little guy, be careful of the noble council!"

Hearing this, Modrian sat upright, frowned slightly. From the moment he guessed Horace's identity, he paid extra attention to the news about the Daller family, and Horace's father Gardner Lindbergdal was the focus of the focus.

Gardner Lindbergdal, the Kingdom's Minister of Finance, holds the throne of hereditary marquis. He is the true top figure of the Kingdom of Stoke and is also an important [weight] that His Highness values ​​in this battle for the throne.

"What do you think about it yourself?" Modrian looked at Horace in front of him and asked.

He did not know all the things that happened outside the world recently, but through the decrease in the number of visitors and the decrease in invitation letters, it is not difficult to find that there seems to be inexplicable changes.

In this regard, he seemed even more low-key, almost never going out, and lived in this gorgeous building.

After the brilliant light, you always have to learn to hide yourself. He is not the protagonist of this war. He wants to be a bystander, even if the possibility is very small.

"I am not a hero praised by the bard, nor am I a noble person. I just want to seize this opportunity and avenge myself." Horace lowered his eyes, and unstoppable hatred overflowed from his pupils. He did not want to experience that sad past day and night.

"I have solved the damn female cousin, but the protagonist of the son-killing hatred is still free, although he is no longer humane!"

"But I don't want to let him go. As a father's responsibility and as a man's responsibility, I just want to solve him with my own hands."

The despair of nobles is unimaginable to ordinary people. This is caused by the rich life and the mentality of causing trouble. They pursue stimulation and alternative pleasure.

But all this is within the scope that the family can bear, without affecting the next generation, and within the moral boundaries.

When one party unexpectedly took this step and wanted to frame the blame, Horace had experienced these things, and he almost thought it was his fault in his heart.

Unfortunately, there is no airtight wall in the world. Horace, who learned the truth, almost collapsed. After accidentally killing his wife, he no longer endured the torture in his heart and wanted to avenge the unborn child.

Failed, everything was failed. This is Limontanelu, this is the Kingdom of Stock, and this is the center of the Valente family.

Walking around the father Marquis Gardner, he was exiled from the Kingdom of Stoke and was not allowed to step in for his life.

Once the violation is violated, the signed binding contract is invalid, and the Dale family is not allowed to intervene, allowing the two young people to solve the problem by themselves.

Yes, a prince and a frustrated man, a very [fair] duel.

In the past, Horace would never have stepped into Limontanelu without any confidence, nor would he provoke Saroyankregi Valente.

But now it is different, Horace sees hope that in this battle for the throne, after the battle of Shadow Realm on the eve, he thinks it is his best opportunity.

"As you wish!" Modrian smiled, and a stream of dark green data flow reflected in his brown pupils. [Temporary Mission: Revenge of Followers] was flashing in the system panel.

"The day of murder on rainy nights is set before the banquet."

"I think many people also want to see a brilliant fireworks show before the battle for the throne."

Modrian stood up and walked around, leaning against the door, and the drizzle drizzled on his face, bringing a touch of coolness.

Three days later, the noble parliament was held, and it was the day to distribute the cake. So why not grab more resources, for Valoran's leadership, for the followers behind him, and for some of his fellows, he wanted to prove to some guys that he should not give up on him.

What's more, he wants to be more crazy, making the guys hiding in the dark frightened.

"Prepare, may the fireworks we have carefully prepared bloom normally before the banquet!"

"yes!"

"yes!"

Two different answers sounded at the same time, one was Horace and the other was a slightly twisted shadow from Modrian's feet.

Modrien smiled slightly, looking at the drizzle drizzle outside the door, transparent water droplets splashing on the ground, scattering a thin mist, like ink dripping from rice paper, slowly soaking.

Just like his current mentality, from the past careful survival to the hidden sharpness of Valoran's leadership, to now, he began to relax his mind, accept the changes in this world, accept the invasion of the aristocratic society, and at the same time make himself live a little more comfortable. These are all nourishing his heart after the battle in the Shadow Realm ends.

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Violet Mage Tower, a quiet inner room.

The thick spell elements were active in the air. Craigie held her head down under her crown and would light her head from time to time, as if she was meditating (sleeping?), and the scattered white hair covered her face.

"Ha!" Craigie opened her turbid eyes, stretched her waist, and then seemed to have discovered something, and turned her head to look behind her.

"Hey, when did you guys be so sneaky?"

"I've seen Craigie's crown." Jasper sorted out the black and white dress, with golden silk thread engraved on the corner of the dress, and he bent down slightly and said respectfully.

"Okay, don't be so polite. Now you dare to leave Lloyd's side at this time. Aren't you afraid of any accidents?" Craggie joked as she looked at Jasper who was stepping out of the shadow world.

"With your existence, I can't think of anyone else who would dare to assassinate His Majesty the King in Limontanelu," Jasper said.

"Okay, okay, let's talk, what's wrong? Or is Lloyd want you to bring?" Craggie complained a few times, and then the topic turned to the main business.

"As long as the original plan is done, since the guys in the abyss are targeting, don't worry about him for the time being." Jasper said softly with his hands hanging on both sides.

"The focus is on the temple. I don't know what factors are. The speed of the gods' blessings has increased. His Majesty the King is a little worried about the Temple of Power."

"God!?"

A strange color flashed through Craggie's turbid eyes. He remembered some of the situations recorded in books. It seemed that something unusual happened? The gods' movements became more and more frequent.

"I will pay more attention to the Temple of Power. What I worry about is that Lloyd, that old boy, can't stand it for a few days. Have you chosen it?"

Craigie didn't care who was going to take the position of king. Anyway, he had already experienced two kings during the legendary lifespan. Although he was not as dazzling as Lloyd's achievements, his lifespan was much better.
Chapter completed!