The drizzle was drizzled like a veil woven in silk, falling from the cloudy sky, with a gentle fall, but in the cold weather, it cuts the muddy land like a knife.

Tattata!

The rapid sound of horse hooves came from the rain curtain, and figures wrapped in cloaks were like beasts breaking through the cage, lying in the pearl curtain and falling into the rain, scattering some raindrops.

"Stop moving forward!" Drayus, who was riding a chain armored war horse, stretched out his right hand and signaled.

After hearing the order, the team galloping in the rain suddenly stopped. The skillful riding skills did not happen in any accident. Occasionally, there would be a neighing sound of war horses, which was enduring the falling cold raindrops.

"Sir Modrian, there is something ahead!" The cold eyes tear open the rain curtain like a sharp blade, and Dryus's low voice sounded.

Hearing this, Modrian lifted up his cloak and looked up at the rainy curtain. He could see the bright red rain flowing not far away.

"Ride a gun, get ready!"

Sharp!

With clean and neat movements, the sharp rifle pierced the rain curtain, revealing a cold and cold light. Beneath the armor was the cold and ruthless eyes of everyone, and the murderous aura filled with faint drizzle.

Drius rode a horse to Modrien, and his tiger-like figure stood tall, with scarlet light emerging in his half-closed eyes, becoming deeper and deeper.

The rain drizzled, and a three-person cavalry team of reconnaissance appeared quietly. Then one of them rushed towards Modrian's cavalry team and stopped outside the warning range.

"Master Modrian, Lord Benny greets you!" the scout cavalry shouted loudly, the rain interfered with the transmission of the sound.

Benniyz?

Modrian raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect to hear the name of the garrison officer of the Edalas City here, so the other party's identity would be obvious.

Waving his hand, he signaled the team to continue moving forward. The journey was not far, and you could vaguely see a battle that had just ended. Blood stained the rain red, flowing like a sea of ​​blood, dozens of stiff and broken corpses were buried in the muddy land.

"Say hello to Uncle Benny on my behalf, thank you for his help!" Modrian noticed that the matter was unusual, and seemed to be ambushing him, and then said to the reconnaissance cavalry not far away.

"Mr. Benny just does not allow Master Modrian to be attacked within the boundaries of the city of Edalas." The Reconnaissance Cavalry Column said, and handed out a sealed box.

"This is a gift from Lord Benny to Master Modrian. I hope you can go all the way to Irvingdale Town!"

Modrian stopped Cooper who was about to ride a horse and went there himself. As a noble young master, he needed to do enough attitude and etiquette.

【Ding.....Discovering energy sources, does the system allow decomposition?】

The cold system prompt sounded, and Modrian hid his excitement and rush in his heart, thanked him, "Thank you for Uncle Benny's gift. If I have free time in the future, I will definitely visit him in person."

"Okay, Master Modrian, I will bring a message to Lord Benny!" said the scout cavalry respectfully. "Lord Benny said he would give you a word. Don't underestimate the influence of the Jeffrey family in the north of the kingdom!"

The sound of horse hooves sounded, splashing fragments of rain. After the reconnaissance cavalry finished speaking, they turned around and left, disappearing into the blurred rain curtain.

"Do you Jeffrey family?"

Looking at the figures of the cavalry that were leaving and looking at the bloody battlefield in front of him, Modrian had no doubts. In the north of the kingdom, no one except Benny would care about his existence. Oh, and his brother also cared about his whereabouts.

Now, after hearing Benny's warning, Modrian had to start reexamining the Jeffrey family, known as the [Northern Lord], as a behemoth occupies the northern part of the Stoke Kingdom.

There have been rumors that the Jeffrey family's words in the north of the Kingdom are sometimes more entitled than the words of the royal family.

Even though the old king of the Stoke Kingdom is still firmly suppressing several dukes in the kingdom, no one dares to underestimate the Jeffrey family in the northern region.

The existence of the Iron Thorn Legion is one of the deterrents, which is a trump legion cast with killing and blood.

What's more, in the face of the bloody fact, Modrian admitted that he underestimated the influence of the Jeffrey family in the area of ​​the Gate of Sorrow.

Gate of Sadness, where the war barriers under the absolute control of the Stoke royal family, the radiation range includes surrounding areas and cities, and the town of Irvingdale is also within it.

After dissipating these thoughts, Modrian looked at Dryus beside him and smiled. The soldiers came to block the enemy and the water came to cover the earth. He did not believe that the Jeffrey family would focus all their attention on him.

And the energy his brother could mobilize, Mordrian believed that Dryus would let those people see truly unstoppable force.

Looking down at the sealed box in your hand, there may be more unexpected situations.

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The night was dull, and the cold breeze mixed with fine scattering, spreading countless tiny water spots, blindly pouring over the sparsely scattered towns of Irvingdale and the wet green streets.

In the bad and changing northern weather, most townspeople choose to stay in their houses. Even people who live in the north all year round cannot stand the cold wind mixed with drizzle.

The red and black flags danced in front of the tavern door, disrupting the rain falling. The thick oak doors tightly resisted the cold and allowed the cold wind to whistle.

Inside the tavern, red stoves were burning, dispelling the cold and baking the clean and tidy halls, with many guests, either merchants stranded in the town of Irvingdale, or mercenaries exploring the Renwall Mountains.

"Hey, Old John, why are your wild boar chop rice so little now? Have you cut corners again?" The old man in front of the bar pointed to the food inside the wooden plate and said loudly.

"Old Jack, you should pay the money honestly, don't want to betray the debt again!" The owner of the tavern, John Andy, said without raising his head, wiping the wooden wine glass with a rag in his hand.

"Hey, hey, Old John, why do you say anything? After all, I am a regular customer, how could I lose money for my meal?" Old Jack patted the bar with his right hand and said.

Everyone burst into laughter, and they were obviously not worried about the big deal, and they were all watching the two old guys with interesting quarrels.

Bang!

Old John put the scrubbed wooden wine glass on the bar and looked up at the people in the tavern. His wrinkled faces were covered with fine scars carved from the cold winter. They were the mark of weathered and a commemoration left by time.

"Eat, drink, don't talk nonsense, the business is not easy to do now!"

The noise of chaos came to an abrupt end. Everyone in the tavern was a veteran who had been mingling in the town of Irvingdale for many years. They knew very well that this tavern that had been standing for more than ten years in the town.

Crunch!

The thick oak door was pushed open, and the cold wind blew away the awkward atmosphere. The chattering people turned their eyes to the two figures in front of the door.
Chapter completed!