Chapter 160

Warm water is poured into a jade white tea bowl. The green tender tea is like a sparrow tongue. It is dark green in color and a faint fragrance is lingering in the room.

"The heart of the forest, the unique fragrant tea of the slydale forest." Benny lowered his eyes, immersed himself in the world he had created, and gently stirred the white key spoon with his slender and beautiful fingers.

"It is sought after by aristocrats and mages because of its rare number and unique effects."

Slidaner forest?

Modrian half narrowed his eyes and came up with a message about the slidaner forest, which is a vast forest in the south of kaladimos, a little far from the stoke kingdom.

"Really? I'm in Uncle Benny's light this time."

Pick up the white tea bowl and smell the faint fragrance. Modrian drinks it all in one mouthful, and the green tender tea also goes down with the tea.

Huh? He waited for a while. It didn't seem to have any unique effect?

Wait, no!

As soon as I got up, a cool feeling rose from the abdomen, through the internal organs and veins, and extended to the brain. It was like washing fatigue and refreshing.

"Very good fragrant tea." modrian ignored Benny's stunned expression, picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup again, and continued to drink. The faint smell of tea filled the air.

Benny looked at the scene at the moment and shook his head helplessly, which was different from what he expected. The aristocratic etiquette seemed to be invisible to each other, showing vulgar actions. (in the past, he had no strength to choose, so modrian tried his best to get used to the hypocritical aristocratic etiquette, but now he has enough strength to make himself more free.)

Slightly swept the girl sitting behind modrian, the green pupils contracted, and the sharp talent given by the blood of the Forest Elves made him feel the fatal danger.

Reaching out to pick up the tea bowl in front of him, Benny took a sip of tea, closed his eyes and felt the washing of his spirit. He said softly, "the latest news from limontanlu is that the king is seriously ill and may not survive the spring season next year."

"Are you sure it's not the same as before? Cheating to clear up the latent and violent forces?" modrian put down his white tea bowl and stared at the almost unchanged handsome face. The spirit's blood is enviable.

In the past two years, his majesty pretended to be ill several times, causing agitation in the stoke Kingdom and thoroughly cleaning up many dissident aristocratic forces.

"Sure, some healing mages from the violet mage tower and the court mage group were invited to enter the palace, and then were forced to sign a series of confidentiality contracts when they came out." Benny said slowly in the white mist, and an inexplicable look appeared on his handsome face.

"But I don't want some people to dare to break the shackles of the contract and bring out the news at the cost of their lives."

Dead man? Modrian subconsciously thought that the forces that can use noble mages as dead men are some top nobles. It seems that this news should be confirmed?

"Will it affect Beidi?"

To the north of edalas is the Kingdom's war barrier, the gate of sorrow, where hundreds of thousands of Kingdom soldiers are stationed. (although there is no war now, there are many frictions. It is still the top priority of the kingdom. After all, the elanfaro empire on the other side is one of the most powerful empires on kaladimos.)

As soon as the words were spoken, modrian felt his innocence and the supreme power of the kingdom. Who was not interested?

"Of course." Benny didn't care about modrian's mistake. His green eyes locked modrian's face and slowly told the cruel facts in a calm tone.

"His highness guy, the commander of the sad gate, is the first heir to the Kingdom, so now there are many sentinels lurking in edalas to observe the movement of the sad gate."

"And aren't you already affected?"

Hearing the speech, modrian frowned slightly and didn't seem to understand Uncle Benny's words. As a newly rising real aristocrat, even with the help of shadow stream, he was far inferior to these old aristocrats in collecting intelligence.

"You don't understand the situation," said Benny, who sniffed the fragrance of the heart of the forest.

"Before his majesty did not succeed to the throne, or rather before the patriotic war, the temple of power was the state religion of the stoke Kingdom, not the situation that is almost invisible now."

Temple of power?

If modrian thinks about it, it seems that the battle in the town of ewendell is not occasional. The situation is now more serious than expected.

"Why does the temple of power take a fancy to the Valoran collar? It's not just a newly rising territory," modrian asked suddenly.

"You are very good. More than two years is enough for many people to see many things clearly and make choices for them." Benny put down the tea bowl, smiled happily and moved away from the topic.

"That Brooke guy wrote to me and wanted you to go back to Peris castle."

He told a lie. The letter from Peres castle was not from Brooke himself, but from someone else.

"Is it because of the Peris family?" murdrian whispered, as if he understood something.

Seeing Uncle Benny silent, he was not angry, just like when he first came to the north of the Kingdom, he used the reputation of the Peres family, which was a fact that he couldn't change since he was born.

"It seems that you've received similar letters, and I think you've refused," Benny finally said, with a trace of regret in his eyes. Brooke's choice was wrong, and it was outrageous.

"When your strength is insufficient, you can only gain a certain position with killing and loyalty."

"After the patriotic war, the Peres family played such a role for the king's office, and the temple of power never escaped the butcher's knife set up by Brooke."

In a trance, Benny saw the bloody rain at that time again. In those years, he fought with Brooke around the Kingdom, setting off iron and blood killings and eliminating believers.

"So this is the difference between me and you. I now have enough strength to protect what I want." modrian looked at Uncle Benny, who was trapped in memory, and firmly rejected some possibilities.

"In one's life, there will always be a crucial opportunity. If you seize it, you can change one's life. I'm glad to leave Peris castle."

Modrian's body moved forward slightly, and a smile filled the corners of his mouth, which was more a kind of emotion.

"The temple of power chose the wrong target, so they paid the price of death."

"As for myself!" modrian paused, then said slightly wildly, "I think no one in the north of the kingdom will stand against me now?"