The crimson dawn glow seemed like dawn, opening the door to the dark night and falling on the corners of the prosperous and revived city streets.

Destiny!?Reincarnation!?Cause and effect!?

Modrien raised his head slightly and stared at the glorious silver-gray sky at this moment, with the cold and stubborn appearance of the jade man reflected in his eyes.

"I'm a little curious. What made you crush the dark gem? Sister Sophia."

Gently pulling the reins tightly, Modrian switched the route. The good order made the soldiers of the Choi Falli Army change their formation. In the silent atmosphere, the speed of traveling suddenly accelerated. The sound of cars and footsteps that were complicated outside the street disappeared at the corner.

A ray of green wind disappeared from the sky, and the sky-blue blue bird fell straight to its shoulders, and elemental energy flashed in its agile eyes, rolling up some dust.

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Perris Villa.

This is the residence carefully purchased by the Perris family in Limontanelu. Compared with those powerful nobles, the residence is not big, but it looks elegant and exquisite, which is very consistent with Viscount Brook's preferences. (Almost similar to the offices established by the province and the city in Kyoto.)

Today's villas are a bit lively. Dawn is getting up, and half of the silver-gray sky is exposed. There are already traffic here. More than a dozen nobles arrive at the door early and talk to each other in a low voice.

Looking around, most of the nobles engraved in the carriage belong to meritorious nobles, and several of them are nobles of the blood who are famous for Limontanelu. The most famous one is the Arnold family. The Duke of Dhakama has been at its peak in recent times. It is no wonder that after the Limontanelu purge, these nobles dared to gather together.

The sky gradually turned white, and the outline of the building in the distance became clearer. A little red light appeared in the villa. The red blood and red wooden door was also gently opened at this time, and the green inside was seen.

The noble heraldry carriage engraved with the interweaving of steel giant swords and shields raised a simple curtain. The Duke of Dhakama came down from it and walked towards the Perris Villa. Behind him was his second son, Meredith Arnold, a noble son who was not well-known.

After seeing Duke Dakama, the nobles who had dispersed war stopped talking in a low voice and bowed with a restrained expression. Most of the bloody actions of Limontanelu could be seen in most of the burly old man in front of him.

And this trip they were also invited, which seemed to be about Meredith's marriage.

Tat! Tat!

A slightly rushing footsteps sounded from the hall. In an instant, Brooke's figure appeared, with a hint of impatience and helplessness on his calm face, and then he hid it just right.

"I have met you and Duke Dhakama." Brooke said softly, with a smile as mushy spring breeze facing everyone, and then stretched out his hand to point to the open red door of the villa.

"Please come inside, please come here today. I want to be a witness and meet with all my friends who have been away for a long time."

"You're welcome, Viscount Brook!"

"Yes, this time I will also benefit from your brilliance and be able to communicate with the Duke of Dhakama."

"Together, together!"

The polite voice kept ringing, and Brooke seemed to return to Perris' territory. He was the high Viscount of Scarlet, and was praised by many gentlemen and nobles in the lord.

Unfortunately, these are all illusions. Brooke's heart was slightly deeper. He knew his own situation. The scenes of the nobles in front of him were very beautiful, but they did not move. They were all observing, observing the movements of the burly old man.

Looking around, Dhakama frowned slightly, then strode forward, walked to Brooke, looked at his former subordinate, and sighed in his heart. If it weren't for the existence of the North Baron, he might not have come here specifically, and changed from the previous joke to the desire to make a marriage contract now. (During the Patriotic War, Brooke's Scarlet Shield Legion was once affiliated with the Legion commanded by Dhakama.)

"Go in together." Dhakama said lightly to Brooke. The gap between the two can be seen from the naked eye, whether in terms of status or strength, he is already trying his best to reduce the gap.

"Yes." Brooke said slightly. This is due to his past prestige and the current status of the Duke of Dhakama, which cannot be changed.

As the Duke of Dhakama entered the Perris Villa, Viscount Brook, as the owner, was half a seat behind, and other invited nobles followed closely and entered the villa one after another.

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The thick willow trees standing in the courtyard droop the branches and linger in the corner of the main hall. The green greenness brings a faint sense of life under the morning light.

Her long golden curled hair was spread out on her shoulders, half covering her cold and charming face. Sophia stood at the door of the main hall, looking at the nobleman who smiled at her in front of her. The false faces made her feel disgusted suddenly.

This Perris villa was originally managed by Sophia, the forest mage. Except for Brook's arrival, she usually lives here. The vegetation in the garden was transplanted and cultivated by her own hands, including her efforts.

"Is my fate determined like this?" Looking at the nobles who entered the main hall from beside him, Sophia thought in confusion.

"Miss Sophia, I'm glad to see you again!" Meredith approached with a gentle smile, but his hypocritical expression revealed a strong desire to possess and a deep pleasure.

The experience of the Violet Mage Tower made him laughed at by the upper reaches of the nobles for a while. He still remembered his embarrassing appearance.

Ha, how are you doing now? You can't escape my palm.

Looking at the cold and charming face, Meredith felt a little restless inside. He was a little confused about his father's decision. Logically speaking, in his identity, he would at least form a marriage with the descendants of the upper class nobles, rather than the current country nobles.

Yes, in his eyes, the Peris family was the countryside mud legs from the north of the Kingdom, including the Baron Modrian.

But it doesn't matter. Anyway, it's just marriage. Who knows what happened afterwards? Drowning? Infidel? Or repeat the marriage scandal of Horace Lindbergdal, the eldest son of the Dale family.

"This time we should be able to have a good exchange. After all, my father is talking to Viscount Brook about our engagement. We may be with us for a lifetime in the future." Meredith took a few steps forward slightly, trying to stand beside the beauty.

"Get out!" Sophia's expression was cold, and the emerald green spell glory appeared in the center of her white palm, like a vine circling, pulling the air to flow slightly.

Well? Meredith's face changed slightly, it was like this again!? He didn't have the patience to retreat as before, after all, his father, Duke Dhakama, was in the main hall, who could do what he did?

Sophia raised her head slightly and stared at the glorious silver-gray sky at this moment, with the elegant and elegant young man reflected in her eyes.

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"If you need it, you can crush this gem, and I will help you within my ability!"

"Believe in my reputation, I am a real lord!" Modrian glanced at the quiet and unique tavern, shook his head slightly, and finally there was a little more joke in his words. He still liked the wild tavern in the north.

"So we'll see you next time, Sister Sophia!"

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I have crushed the gems, will what you promise be fulfilled?
Chapter completed!