The heavy rain poured down like millions of silver threads. Limontello, who was sleeping, was somewhat caught off guard and allowed the rain to erode for a moment.

On the ancient and majestic city wall, the guards on duty had just replaced the brazier with special fuel. The flames were lit and the bright magic lights contrasted, making the surrounding walls as bright as day.

Hellit stood on the walls, letting the wind and rain blow, staring at the city under the dim stars, as if he wanted to see through it, but he had nothing to find.

"I'm a little unsure whether the Dale family's choice was correct, but the whirlpool storm has risen and the chaos and disorder can't even see the trajectory of fate."

Recalling the meeting with Horace the day before yesterday, Hewlett remained silent. In the temptation of words, they learned the vague strength of the Baron Modrian, so Marquis Gardner and him decided to try to invest.

The arrangement of the noble area tonight was from his work. As the commander of the royal guards, he had such rights. As for the Cecil family who attended the Saroyan banquet, he became a victim of the transaction.

Da da!

The hurried footsteps trampled on the accumulated water stains and made dull sounds, awakening the divine Hellitt. Looking back, the guard in armor hurriedly walked up to him, half-kneeled down, and the cold rain dripped down his forehead, but could not hide the trembling sound.

"Sir, something happened, Lord Momm's house in the commercial area was slaughtered."

Hellit suddenly turned around, his calm face was filled with shock and anger, and the life energy in his body spread into the air, blowing up pouring rain.

If the guess is correct, this is likely to be another bloody sacrifice, similar to the tragedy of the Viscount Zimmermann family.

"Damn it, are these cultists crazy?"

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The fine rain curtains cover the commercial area, and there are few pedestrians on the streets that are covered with cold rain. The bustling scene is gradually dispersed by the sudden heavy rain.

The royal guards in armor and held sharp arms quickly crossed the street, and the dim glow contrasted with the silver armor and shone with a cold air.

Crunch!

Hewlett pushed open the thick wooden door of the courtyard, and the strong smell of blood came over it. He saw that the entire courtyard floor was covered with blood, without a trace of place to stay.

Taking a deep breath, Hellit signaled the royal guards behind him to disperse and surround them to guard against any abnormal situations.

Then he walked into the bright red courtyard facing the vast rain.

Looking around, the field of vision was full of familiar pictures, and the ground full of blood was missing only the corpse, and the rushing blood rushed to the back hall.

Following the traces of blood, Hellit tightened the sword around his waist and walked slowly inside.

As expected, Hellit sighed secretly. In the center of the back hall, he saw dozens of corpses being placed in a strange shape similar to a magic circle. Obviously, this was a bloody incident caused by cultists who believed in the cunning scarlet giant snake.

Before this, as the commander of the Royal Guards, he had heard many times the praises about Mom. This was a great merchant who really liked to do good deeds. He would donate some golden shields to repair the roads in the slums all year round and provide some free food to the hungry and cold poor.

But now.........

Bang!

A huge roar echoed on a rainy night. Huglith pulled out his long sword at his waist in an instant. The red life energy was like a flame that burned the air, and traces of twisted and transparent appeared all over his body.

"Who is it?"

"It's me!" The burly old man wearing armor scattered the falling rain curtain, trampling on the accumulated blood with heavy steps. After looking around the back hall, an angry voice sounded.

"Are these cultists of scarlet and cunning giant snakes provoking the Kingdom of Stoke?"

A depressed breath swept around his body. Hullit put away his weapon, lowered his head, and stood respectfully behind the old man, not daring to offend the Duke of Dhakama who was irritated at this moment.

After venting, the burly old man dragged his giant sword to Hellit and said in a deep voice: "At the order of His Majesty Lloyd, the Violet Guard Cavalry Legion will officially take over Limontanelu's defense, and the Royal Guards are responsible for assisting!"

"But I didn't receive it from His Majesty the King..." Hewlett's face changed slightly, he looked at the old man in front of him carefully, and asked out loud.

"Hmm?" A purple light flashed in front of my eyes. Subconsciously, Hewlett reached out to take it, and looked closely. It was a metal token engraved with violet flowers, with blood-like patterns at the bottom.

[Violet Secret Order], a token passed from the king's hand. If you see this order, you will be regarded as the king's presence.

"Now, do you still have any doubts?" Duke Dhakama half-squinted his eyes, and his cold eyes were full of madness, and his iron-blooded domineering momentum faintly oppressed Hellit.

"As long as you follow your order, the Dale family has no choice but to do so!" Hellit immediately knelt on the ground, ignoring the sticky blood, and holding up the purple metal token with both hands.

Seeing this, the Duke of Dhakama's expression eased slightly, but after the tragedy in front of him flashed from the corner of his eyes, a trace of restlessness and murderous intent was shining on his face.

"This is the fifth place for bloody sacrifices. There are two places in the slums, one in the aristocratic area and one place for civilians to live."

"Do these damn abyss demons really think they can do whatever they want in Limontanlu?"

Chih!

Duke Dhakama held up his giant sword, and a sword light like a full moon suddenly appeared in the back hall, shattering everything.

"Closing all intersections in the city, especially near slums, I hope the strength of the royal guards will not disappoint me."

A faint look came over, and Hellit felt a faint tenderness. He knew that the Duke of Dhakama in front of him was already angry. It seemed that it was indeed not peaceful tonight, and it would even cause a storm that swept.

Without any hesitation, he decisively led his personal guards to gallop towards the military camp in the northeast corner in the heavy rain.

Since the Duke of Dhakama has mobilized the Violet Guards, there is no need to worry about the safety of Limontanelu. This legendary ace army has given all the people of Stoke kings an endless sense of glory.

What's more, there is the aristocratic parliament that is ready to move, which is a huge creature that has existed since the age of the gods. Although it is not clear why they held a parliament at the critical moment of the throne dispute, the strength they possess is something that all forces must be treated with with caution.

"Haha, it may be very exciting tonight, but I don't know which forces will be on stage to perform one after another." Hellit, who was galloping on horseback, turned around and looked at the increasingly illusory bloody manor, full of infinite emotion in his heart.

The choice of the Dale family was decided long before tonight. As the bosses of the bloody aristocratic camp, they have always been firm supporters of the royal party and do not care who ascended the throne. Even Saroyang doesn't need to care too much.

In my eyes, the battle between the nobles and the nobles of the court was not their stage, but tonight was not their stage, but His Highness Guy and His Highness Sawyer, as well as the many forces they supported.
Chapter completed!