In the ruins, Modrian let the heavy rain attack, staring blankly at the direction where Dryus was. The red snake body of dozens of feet disappeared, almost all of which were absorbed by the black cutter.

The red and black axe body became more and more transparent, and the snow-white axe blade flashed with bright red light, as if it was spiritual, and there would be trembling sounds echoing from time to time, expressing the joy in my heart.

It seems that this slaughter legend is not only Dryus gained something, but even the Black Cutter also thirsty to drink the legendary blood.

The cold rain was pouring down like a pouring rain, washing away the dust of the ruins and flowing out bright red water stains.

Until the violent spell fluctuations came from the direction of the Violet Mage Tower, the surging energy swept across the sky, awakening everyone in the ruins.

"There is a legend fighting!" Gana waved her staff to disperse the rain in this area. Her blue eyes crossed the space distance and observed the source of the spell fluctuations.

"Distinguish the breath, one of them is Crazy Christopher Nelson, the guardian of the Kingdom of Stoke, and the other two do not recognize them, but they are also legendary!"

Legend!?Modrian frowned when he heard this, and his eyes were full of solemn expressions. When did the legend become so common?

His heart moved slightly, and his eyes turned and fell on Drayus again. Perhaps it was the fluctuation of spell energy from the direction of the Violet Mage Tower, causing an inexplicable change. Drayus was awakening.

So what if it is a legend, it will be just a piece of loess in the end, and even the soul will disappear.

Modrian shrugged slightly and watched as Drayus returned to the array, without asking any more questions, because he felt Drayus' changes through the system, and the evolution of life at a deep level. Yes, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as evolution of life.

"let's go!"

Waving his hand, Modrian turned around and left with a little tired look, no longer paying attention to the abnormal movements of the Violet Mage Tower, and was preparing to return to his residence.

His experience tonight has made him feel slightly depressed. At least he was a little depressed when facing the legendary sense of powerlessness. Fortunately, he is a psychologist and can recover with a little adjustment.

In a corner of the ruins, Siglid Cecil, the embarrassing Count of the Kingdom, survived the aftermath of the battle in the broken space. Now that he saw Modrian about to leave, he felt panicked and had no time to rest. He lifted up his dirty red skirt and hurriedly followed him.

Compared to life, the teasing and oppression of the past is nothing, and she dared not bet on whether this baron would forget her.

The rain curtain became more and more heavy, and the rain fell into white bead curtains, gradually covering the disappearing figures of the people.

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The Clarence Hall, a noble council, chose the place where banquets were held. According to the ancient translation, Clarence means smart people, perhaps by a clever name, which made the guild develop into the most famous banquet place in Limontanelu in just a few decades.

Tonight, heavy rains hit, but it still cannot hide the bright lights of the Clarence Hall.

Bright and gentle magic lights illuminate the entire hall, and the golden glass-like eaves reflect the dim starlight, which vaguely shows the grand occasion in the center of the banquet.

Red silk cloth is dotted in the banquet hall, pure white dining cloth covers the surrounding tables and chairs, a set of neat tableware and fruit plates are placed on the dining table, and at the corners, there are waves of elk fragrance wafting away, accompanied by the relaxed and cheerful sound of the piano, a peaceful atmosphere.

Between the lights and wine, elegant and decent gentlemen and nobles walked slowly with their female companions, with false smiles, conversations, whispers and discussions, or pretending to be elegant.

This group of seemingly elegant nobles vaguely divided the main hall of the banquet into three areas. Except for a few large nobles, basically most of the nobles are in their own circle.

Aristocrats of blood, meritorious nobles, and postal nobles (court nobles)!

It is a very simple circle, but it divides into different classes. Among them, the most central part of the banquet hall is the nobles of blood, the other side is the nobles of meritoriousness, and the most outer side is the nobles of court.

The zither is elegant and the conversation is mixed. Every nobleman is looking for an allies at the banquet tonight, and at least he can divide a certain amount of interest cake in the upcoming storm vortex.

"Virgin Brook, look at you, aren't you in high spirits tonight?" Marquis Gardner walked out of the central circle and walked to the meritorious nobles. The other meritorious nobles who kept smiling wanted to get closer to talk, but they were unable to move forward under invisible momentum.

A look of surprise appeared on Viscount Brook's face, looking around, full of envy, only he himself was a little confused.

"Marte Gardner, night!" said Viscount Brook, who was slightly conscious of himself. Viscount Scarlet's reputation was not very useful in the noble circle of Limontanelu. The meritorious nobles who could stand in the capital were far above him in terms of qualifications and strength.

What's more, the Marquis of Gardner in front of him is the controller of the Dalle family, the kingdom's Minister of Finance and the real top figure in Limontanelu.

"Yeah!" Marquis Gardner said with a smile, with a hint of kindness in his tone. "Can you tell me about the interesting things about Perris' territory? I'm curious about that land."

Upon hearing this, Viscount Brook's face was dark, but he still kept a smile and chatted with Marquis Gardner.

His family knew his family affairs. When Marquis Gardner talked about Modrian, he did not talk too much, and most of them took him in a hurry.

The day before yesterday, the butler Dulukomick wrote a letter, which mentioned that Kadir secretly left Peris' territory and disappeared.

Coupled with the previous whim, perhaps the eldest son has already...

The sadness showed his face slightly, and Marquis Gardner noticed the inner changes of Viscount Brook. It seemed that the rumor was true. This Viscount Scarlet who had experienced the Patriotic War missed something about the heirs.

After chatting for a few words, Marquis Gardner maintained his etiquette and left the circle of meritorious nobles. He probably knew the situation of Peris' territory, and did not need to pay too much attention, nor did he offend, because he was not clear about Modrian's attitude for the time being, and anything could happen in the circle of nobles.

After drinking all the red wine in his hand, Viscount Brook laughed at himself. If nothing unexpected happened, he guessed that Kadir's affairs might be related to Modrian.

It is his fault that children will be killed by each other. No one can tell the truth about the initial choice and the change of fate.

Just thinking of Modrian, his wry smile spread across the corner of his mouth. The bad family affection had been broken after he was expelled from him. The last attempt in the wilderness plain was destined, and with his power, Modrian might have long been taken seriously.

The Knight, as well as the rumor and legend stand behind Modrian.

This is also the reason why he was arranged tonight's noble banquet in the center of the meritorious nobles. After all, to outsiders, Modrian always had Peris' surname and used the power of the Peris family in both Edalas and Irvingdale.

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