"Do you want to avenge that little guy Saroyan?"

"No!" Hearing Craigie's inquiry, an inexplicable look flashed in Guy's eyes, and he immediately spoke decisively. He had never taken a fancy to those two younger brothers. The ridiculous battle for the throne was just a gimmick caused by speculators and great nobles.

As for the war between the bottomless abyss and Modrian, although he had once sat on the wall to watch, he did not know the reason.

Perhaps it was the grudge left by Horace and Saroyan, or perhaps it was Modrian who attracted the attention of the Lord of the Abyss. In short, everything was nothing to do with him.

However, when recalling the previous few meetings, Guy's inner vigilance became deeper and Modrian grew too quickly.

From the first meeting at Harryman Castle, Modrian was still a Knight apprentice, and then to hearing the church battles in the town of Irvingdale, he had grown into a Great Knight. Then, now, the abyss invasion of the Cecil Arena, his strength has suddenly become the Knight-captain.

It took only three years for Modrian's changes and growth to make all forces in Limontanlu feel a deep threat!

For Guy, it represents an alternative profound meaning. Although it is not as terrifying as the legend, it is enough to let him see that the power behind Modrian is terrifying.

"As far as you are concerned, I will arrange for the Underworld of Jasper and the Duke of Dhakama, and try not to clash with Baron Modrian." Guy looked at the low and luxurious buildings on the edge of the noble area, where Modrian lived.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will still put Modrian in the north of the kingdom to check and balance the Jeffrey family. Some people's thoughts are revealed in this chaos. And according to Dark Snake's information, Modrian seems to be put on by the Jeffrey family this time.

Taking a deep breath, Guy felt a little relieved, and he had a last bit of doubt.

"How should we treat the Temple of Power?"

Craigie did not rush to answer when she heard this. Her turbid vision was a little vague. Finally, he said quietly: "I felt the breath of divineness..."

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In the bedroom of the mansion, the scarlet life energy surging like clouds and mist. In the fixed breathing rhythm, it sometimes turns into a giant roar, sometimes turns into a war horse, and a savage and rough momentum comes.

Well? Modrian, who was practicing alone, opened his eyes. He noticed a strange feeling. The [Breath-holding Chain] on his chest emitted a little burning sensation. Is anyone watching me?

The scarlet breathing method suddenly stopped, and the surging life energy seemed to be swallowing water, and it disappeared in an instant, revealing Modrian sitting upright, with a red red appearance on his fair face.

Immediately, Modrian followed his intuition and turned toward the Violet Mage Tower. His calm eyes were rippling and his thoughts flipped. He recalled the information from the Dale family at noon. His Highness Guy, the former Prince of Stock Kingdom, officially ascended the Supreme Throne, took charge of the Kingdom of Stock, and entered the legendary path.

"The storm is over, and the chosen son appears!"

Modrian sighed lightly. This trip to Limontanelu made his mentality change, and to be more precise, he began to adjust his own ideas and Valoran's strategic direction to lead the future.

The existence of the Wrath of Storm and the Ayon God of the Cure made him underestimate the many forces in the Stoke Kingdom, but the bottomless abyss completely woke him up several consecutive slaps. Don’t look at the sky in the well. The world outside is very big and the water is deeper.

Getting up gently, Modrian walked towards the balcony. The surrounding buildings covered his sight, but he still looked into the distance, with different emotions flashing in his eyes.

"Harriman family."

He remembered Lambert, who was a good friend, but after the Harriman family made a decision, the relationship between the two decreased a lot. In fact, he did not blame the Harriman family. After seeing through the hypocrisy of the nobles, anyone would choose Guy instead of him, Modrian, a Northland baron.

Bottomless Abyss, Violet Mage Tower, and the Noble Council!

Slight waves surged in his eyes, and Modrian stretched and it was time to make up his mind. Sometimes there might be many differences in one more ally who communicates with each other.

And after he was about to finish the repair, he left Limontanelu and returned to Valoran Corps as soon as possible. Speaking of which, he had some cute little guys, Poppy and Timona.

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The 1459th year of the Star Death calendar, January 21st.

The drizzle stopped, the dawn rays scattered in every corner of the city, and the shadow disputes slowly ended after the strong bloody smell dissipated, and prosperity came back to Limontanelu.

In front of the gate, red war horses neighed and figures were everywhere. Modrien stood on one side, looking at the busy soldiers of the Cuifali Legion with a calm expression.

"Does Marquis Gardner have any arrangements for you?" Modrian turned his head slightly and looked at Horace beside him and said.

The night before yesterday, he went to the Dale family to visit Marquis Gardner. Relying on Horace's contact, the two talked for a long time and successfully signed an alliance agreement.

With the help of the Dale family, he would not have been clear about the changes in the Stoke Kingdom like before, and he could also pay attention to some trends and make corresponding countermeasures.

Of course, he also paid for it, such as the fine iron veins of the Renwall Mountains, as well as some soldiers' training and secret operations to support it.

And Horace will naturally serve as the contact person for both forces.

In addition, regarding Horace's strength and intelligence, Modrian will leave Vosman to be responsible for his security, as well as a group of Trefali Army soldiers and a Shadowsman intelligence team.

"There is no special arrangement. If nothing unexpected happens, this place will become my place to live in the future." Horace smiled slightly, his expression was much more relaxed, no longer as melancholy and decadent as before.

"My father also wanted me to return to the Dale family, but I refused."

"In the Dalle family, I can see the top of the road ahead, and in Valoran, I have a feeling that the future will be brilliant and glorious."

Hearing this, Modrian blushed slightly, patted Horace on the shoulder and said, "Don't flatter like this."

"After I leave, you can talk to the Dale family again. It's a bit unreasonable to say goodbye without saying goodbye, but some annoying flies are really annoying."

"Yes!" Horace said seriously.

The two continued to talk for a while, mainly to report on Limontanelu's news in the future, while the soldiers of the Choi Falli Legion on the other side had already prepared everything and were ready to go.

"Let's go, I'll leave it to you." Modrian finally nodded to Horace, then walked straight and quietly left the luxurious building.

There were not many pedestrians on the streets at dawn, mostly hangover gamblers. Faced with this sudden torrent of steel, they were a little curious. Perhaps it was because of the blood in the shadows before, or perhaps it was a cherishment of their own lives, so they did not dare to get close.

In front of the queue, Drayus sat upright on the back of the red war horse. His thick breath became deeper and deeper, like a sleeping lion. While silently waiting for the fangs to be opened, the soldiers of the Cuifali Legion behind him were already wearing armor and holding sharp edges. The vertical and horizontal breaths were not introverted, as if ordinary cavalry had no distinctive features.

Hey! Modrian's expression changed slightly while walking forward. He suddenly felt a familiar spell trace emerging in his heart. The fluctuations emitted when the spell gem he had commissioned to make Garna were broken.

"Sophia!"
Chapter completed!