In the living room, Horace met Kevin, who was sitting in the middle, and the first heir chosen by the Dale family after him.

"What's the matter? Come to Rafarge City to find me?"

Motionallying the butler to serve tea, Horace sat in the main seat and laughed softly, his eyes flashed over Kevin and landed on the figure in a black cloak behind him.

Some are familiar, and seem to have seen it somewhere.

"Huh?" Horace's expression changed slightly, and the inexplicable fluctuations of life energy emerged in perception, inheriting the flame breathing method of the Dale family, and that breath...

"Go down, there is no need to serve here."

Horace turned to look at the butler standing, and whispered, and a strange movement in his heart, and continued to speak out with some concern: "Arrange guards around, and no one is allowed to approach."

"Yes, sir." The housekeeper bowed slightly and retreated.

When the sound of footsteps disappeared in my ears, the living room was filled with a silence of three or five seconds.

"Father, why did you leave Limontanelu and come to Valoran?" Horace stood up and saluted to the cloaked figure, his face full of doubts.

He has also heard about the sudden changes in Limontanlu in recent times.

The sudden disappearance of the Violet Mage Tower and the Valente royal family made the kingdom chaotic, and the powerful power displayed by the Valoran leader not long ago made all forces feel afraid.

Including many great nobles in Limontane.

The black cloak was lifted up, revealing Gardner's figure. The head of the Dale family looked quite hurried. As the king's minister of finance, he would actually hide his traces and come to Valoran.

"Can you contact Baron Modrian? I need to meet him as soon as possible." Gardner said in a deep voice, his tone was rapid. He didn't care about the details. He was racing against time now.

"It's better that within one or two days, I'll wait in the territory."

When Horace heard this, his eyes widened slightly and looked at Gardner in surprise: "I can only do my best. The Lord Lord seems to have something urgent recently. The affairs of the territory will be handled by Lord Sviin."

"Svein?" Gardner looked slightly stunned. Obviously, he knew about Svein's existence. After pondering for a while, he said in a voice: "Then let's arrange for me to meet Lord Svein."

Seeing Horace's inner doubts, Kevin, who was beside him, explained: "The situation in the kingdom has not been very good recently, and the family needs to rely on external forces."

"The situation is so bad?" Horace's face was solemn.

As the hereditary marquis of the Stoke Kingdom, the Dale family has been passed down for nearly a thousand years, but now they are looking for help from external forces, which is somewhat unbelievable.

"Maybe, it may be worse than you think."

Kevin shrugged his shoulders, as if he was recalling something, his expression was faint.

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Irvingdale City, the Balas Merchant Residence, the room in which Filand lives.

The snow-white animal fur is spread on the ground, the red fireplace emits waves of heat, and the air is filled with the refreshing fragrance of moose.

"I thought you would come a few days later." Feilan took out a can of round glass cup from under the tea table and fiddled out a few solid-colored lotus slices.

Gurgle! Gurgle!

Pour hot water into the tea cup, a faint fragrance wafts between the nose, and a little white mist rises.

"Taste it. This is a royal tribute, which has the effect of nourishing the soul and calming the mind." Feilan smiled at Modrian opposite the tea table, with a relaxed expression.

Gulu!

After drinking it all in one gulp, Modrian smacked his lips and said comfortably: "It tastes good, is it still there? Bring me some back."

.....╮(╯▽╰)╭......

"You can tell that you are in a hurry." Feilan looked at the guy in front of him helplessly, took out a few cans from the space ring and threw them to him.

"I know your purpose, and I asked my father for instructions earlier."

"I can promise you that the Imperial Southern Legion will not attack the Gate of Sorrow, but there are prerequisites."

Modrian looked dull, but ripples appeared in his heart. Sure enough, the Balas family had already received news of the war between the Beshilik Kingdom and the Stoke Kingdom.

And he also guessed the next strategic arrangement of Valoran Leader.

"What conditions?" Modrian said in a deep voice. Since the other party knows his purpose, he might as well go straight to the point and talk about the conditions.

"Don't worry, it's about me." Feilan said with a soft laugh, a faint blue light flashing in her eyes.

"The Temple of Ice and Snow will have a challenge opportunity for the Templar to challenge the Son every ten years."

"Next year is the next challenge opportunity, and I hope you can get your help."

Modrian did not agree immediately, but looked at Feilan and waited for his next sentence.

This is not a simple matter, it involves the temple, that is, there will be gods behind it.

The Valoran leader had just slaughtered the god who hated the plague. Although he was a god with weak divine power, he was still a god after all. If he went to the Ailan Faluo Empire so rashly, there would inevitably be no additional incidents.

"Don't be so careful." Feilan was quite helpless and finally explained. "This is the matter of the Balas family, and it will never involve Valoran." After that, he handed out a letter.

“It’s about the Templar challenge.”

"No matter when, if there is a reply, you can send a message to the business group's headquarters."

Modrian took the letter and put it in the space ring with a few cans of round glass cups, and joked: "Even after I've handled the matter, can it be?"

"Of course." Feilan nodded silently, then smiled. "By our friendship, I believe you will help me."

"Friendship? A shitty friendship." Modrian cursed and stood up and left.

In terms of friendship, the relationship between Valoran and Wales is much better than that of Philand. At least Wales has "contributed" a lot of resources to the development of Valoran.

Walking out of the Balas Trading Group's headquarters, Modrian looked up at the sun hanging in the gray sky, and gently stretched his body.

"Hey, the Ice and Snow Temple, the God of Ice and Storm, according to the information obtained, he is at least a great god with weak divine power."

"I hope that the so-called Templar challenge opportunity will not attract the attention of the gods."

He waved his hand and walked into the crowded crowds of Irvingdale City.

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Modrian walks around the bustling streets and feels the changes in the scene brought about by the rapid development of Irvingdale City.

Every street is filled with a wide range of shops, and occasionally some shops opened by human-like intelligent life can be seen. In a trance, he seemed to see some shadows of the city of Edalas, but now it is a little more prosperous.

"The news came from Horace that Marquis Gardner arrived in the territory and hoped to meet you." The sun shone on Modrian, pulling a shadow on the ground, twisting slightly.

"Reply to him, let Marquis Gardner go to Fort Dower tonight."
Chapter completed!