The silent atmosphere suddenly enveloped the top of the Violet Mage Tower, and the clean white jade floor was set against the lightning lightning.

"Did you fall?"

Dubois murmured, but no one answered.

As the owner of the Violet Mage Tower and the guardian of the Kingdom of Stoke, Craigie's crown remained silent, with an uncertain look flashing in his deep eyes. An accident happened, making everything confusing.

Next to the white jade railing, Moira, who was like an ice lotus, walked forward a few steps in disgrace, and her crystal clear eyes were full of incredibleness and a hint of fear.

A legendary crown prince, a demon lord from the bottomless abyss, fell in front of him, and he didn't even have the chance to recite his true name.

The real name is the last method of the legendary crown. It can retrace the soul and recondensate the life-saving ability of the body. Even if you risk the exposure of the real name, it is better than a complete life. At least the real name can be moved and replaced at a certain price.

(In the interweaving of golden green brilliance, they did not see the system's dark green data flow, which was covered by Aiwen's majestic life force.)

"The will of the bottomless abyss retreated."

As the legendary crown princes retreated their gazes, Craigie crown princess took the lead in breaking the atmosphere of silence. This is the Violet Mage Tower, his territory, and he cannot show any cowardice.

Upon hearing this, Du Bois put away the iron wine pot, lowered his head, and hid his emotions. Things in the kingdom of Stoke were not something that he could interfere with, an outsider. He was only employed by the noble parliament. Now that the bottomless abyss will retreat, it means that the task was completed and he could leave safely.

It's a very pleasant task, you can get a reward without giving out a single point of effort. Du Bois hopes that such a hiring task will take several more times.

"Wait, Dubois's crown, it's not over tonight." As if Dubois's leaving, Moira spoke coldly, and the meaning of blocking was beyond words.

"If I remember correctly, the agreement I signed was after sunrise, which was considered the end time of the mission."

"Is that so? Haha, I forgot a little." Du Bois touched his head, said with a dry smile, then casually looked for Zhang Muchai, leaned on him, opened the iron wine pot, and had a drink.

Interesting, it seems that things tonight are not over yet, so what is next? The intuition from the legendary warrior made Du Bois smell an alternative smell.

Is it another conspiracy of the nobles?

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The heavy rain in the night became more and more rapid, and the rain like white curtains soaked in Limontanelu, and the dim starlight was no longer shining, and the dark night covered the quiet city.

A solemn atmosphere descended on the Temple of Power, which resided in the southeastern area. A golden light shrouded the thick and quaint buildings. Strange landscapes emerged. The rainstorm moved to the streets on both sides. A rainbow bloomed faintly and quickly dissipated.

"Archibord, a cunning scarlet snake, has fallen!"

In the main temple, the prayer stopped under the statue of the God of Power. Agnes opened his light golden eyes, and was filled with solemnity. Compared to everyone in the Violet Mage Tower, as the Archbishop of the Temple of Power, he could clearly feel the strange situation that happened in the bottomless abyss.

Therefore, Agnes also knew better how shocking Archibald's fall was. He had never expected that the demon lord who resounded through the fourth level of the abyss: howling abyss would fall in Limontanelu, and in this way: a snake's head was cut off by a knight.

"Modrian!" Agnes whispered the name of the human noble, as if he wanted to impress the name in his mind.

"It seems that all of us underestimated this northern noble and the two legendary crown guards before. This is a rare thing." Even though he was already overestimating Modrian, the power he showed is still terrifying.

"Which force is it? Why didn't there be any news before?"

Agnes raised his head slightly and looked at the solemn statue of the god. The golden light fell like the wind, reflecting on the head on the left side of the statue, as if it was an illusion. In the hazy light, a tall figure with majestic eyes stood at the position of his statue.

The prayer sounds again, and a divine light escapes from the statue, gentle but not dazzling, with a faint comfort, which can soothe all strange emotions.

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 with his eyes focused and pious, chanting beautiful hymns.

Crunch!

The gate of the temple opened, and Agnes walked out like an old man in an old body. He stopped after seeing the silver-gray knight standing silently on the right side of the gate.

"Polit, arrange for missionaries to close all palace doors before dawn, and prohibit any strangers from entering the Temple of Power." Agnes reminded.

"You execute this matter yourself and take charge of the central government."

"Yes, the crown prince." Polit said respectfully, lowering his head, and then the crisp footsteps gradually faded away until his figure disappeared around the corner.

"oracle!"

A puzzled look appeared on the old face, but Agnes did not question anything, but firmly implemented the content delivered by the oracle, which was the supreme glory.

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The drizzle filled the sky and the earth, the dark night, and heavy steps trampled on the floor, splashing water stains.

In front of the Valent Palace, a row of soldiers wearing purple armor crossed the vast water curtain and advanced towards the majestic main gate of the palace.

"Have you arranged it?" His Highness Guy looked at the palace complex sleeping in the dark rain, his eyes full of coldness.

"The city gate has been controlled, but the palace guards cannot penetrate." Duke Dhakama walked on a rainy night, carrying a giant sword, exuding a wild aura.

"Then let's start!"

His Highness Guy looked back at the dim and dull Limontanlu in the night. A cross-shaped blue rune appeared in his pupils, cold, bloody, and madness. Then he walked towards the Valent Palace without hesitation, and his ice-blue hair slightly swayed with the cold wind.

"It should be mine, it is mine, and even if you are my father, you cannot take it away."

Da da! Da da da!

The dull steps sounded again, and the group of soldiers wearing purple armor followed silently with the two figures in front of them and disappeared into the heavier and heavier rain.

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Deep in the Renver Mountains, green vegetation is covered with the surface of the peaks. An old green tree several feet tall sits upright halfway up the mountain, with golden green branches rippling slightly.

On the mountain path, a quick short figure was approaching here quickly. When I saw the emerald green old trees, a happy expression appeared on the fluffy face.

"Ai Wengmian, you are awake!" Timo's pace accelerated, then gently kicked his legs and leaped on the thick and soft shoulders of the old tree.

"Did Xiaoju wake you up? Haha, I saw Xiaoju outside just now."

The dark brown branches whirled, gently touching Timo's back, and the invisible force flashed, and the short figure rolled to the ground.

"It was Lord Modrian who had something to tell Quinns to pay attention to the situation in the town of Irvingdale and the Fortress of Laxtak. I had a premonition that there seemed to be a storm of chaos that was about to sweep the Kingdom of Stoke." Ayon Jingzu looked down at the Yodel and said in a gentle tone.

It was not his false words, but after confronting the demon lord with his will, a sudden whim, at least in his memory, there were few mistakes.
Chapter completed!