Chapter 177

The morning color gradually faded, the sparse spring rain floated, mixed with a cold breeze blowing the green grass, and the silent atmosphere shrouded the quiet road.

"Trade?" modrian repeated his words softly. There was no emotion in his dark eyes. Then he tilted his head and stared at Horace, and the indifferent words echoed.

"What do you think you are qualified to negotiate with me now? Do you just say unfounded news on the pretext?"

The cold drizzle fell on Horace's face, but it was far colder than the coldness in his heart. Modrian's words were like a sharp knife tearing open the thick shell he disguised.

"But don't you need detailed information when you go to limontanlu now? I can provide you with a complete aristocratic context." Horace opened his mouth and finally said weakly.

"Ha ha!" modrian smiled softly, but there was no smile on his calm face, but there was some incomparable sense of distance.

These are the old foxes who learned from those aristocrats. They never put what they need on the table and deeply hide their demands.

"The charm of Jindun is enough to buy some people's hearts."

"What's more, your news seems to have some delay effect. I think it should be more than five years since you left limontanlu. Do you think the intelligence information you have is still accurate?"

"The most important thing is that now you and I are the identities of both sides. You are a member of the guard army of the town of ewendel, and I am the Lord of Valoran!"

The aggressive words hit Horace's heart like an endless wave. The noble young master who was forced to leave the country did not seem to know his position.

The words that modrian said now beat his soul like a heavy hammer, leaving him at a loss.

However, the Dale family is one of the top nobles of stoke kingdom. Even though he has been far away from the central place for a long time, his teaching and accumulated lessons have quickly put him in his position.

Hoo!

Horace took a deep breath, raised his eyes again, looked at modrian in front of him, looked at the towering black cavalry line behind him, and he noticed a hidden sense of tyranny and lethality, as well as the middle-aged man who always followed modrian, a strong terrorist named dreus.

Da Da!

The heavy iron boots splashed mud and water on the ponding. Horace dismounted and walked forward, looked up at the high modrian, and then knelt on one knee.

"Horace Lindbergh dahler, guard of ewendell Town, see Lord modrian!"

The hoarse low roar echoed in the rain curtain, from the slightly trembling words at the beginning to the firm roar at the end, writing Horace's mental journey.

The fluke was destroyed by modrian's indifference, and Horace understood a lot through his experience over the years.

For example, with his talent, he is almost hopeless for revenge. For example, he always recalls his memories on cold nights. For example, he can't forget his parents. For example, his unforgettable hatred seems to be getting darker as time goes by

He was afraid, and he was also afraid. If he forgot his hatred, would he still be Horace Lindbergh dahler who had a big fight in limontanlu?

Under the change of environment, many situations are difficult to describe, so he came back and returned to his hometown again from the place he had fled.

But everything changed so fast that the unknown town (ewendell town) he had fled to became a part of Valoran's territory, which he had never heard of before he left. As for the Lord, he was the descendant of the scarlet Viscount, a noble second son who was not outstanding in his memory.

But it doesn't matter. After witnessing the terrorist battle in the town of irvindale, he saw the glory of hope called revenge, so he joined the guard army and exposed his situation after gaining some trust.

Unfortunately, things have changed unexpectedly, which also makes him have to make a choice!

On the other side, modry, sitting in the saddle, quietly watched Horace kneeling on one knee, allowing the spring rain to fall on his drooping head and flow into his clothes along his neck.

The unexpected encounter also brought him two different choices!

Accepting Horace means taking over the hatred he bears, which comes from the concern of a Royal Highness in the kingdom. What he gains is that he knows nothing about Limon Tanlu and has a good "tour guide"!

If you refuse Horace, you can't leak out today and lose some inside information. (not everything can be bought by Jindun, just as money is not everything.)

Modrian put his eyes on Gregory and saw the Guard officer of irvindale nodding gently. His eyes showed a trace of recognition for Horace.

"Welcome, man of the dahler family. I hope you can bring me some interesting information." modrian said calmly. The surging scarlet life energy helped Horace kneeling on one knee, then nodded to Gregory and pulled the reins.

"Keep moving!"

Dada! Dada! Dada!

The dense and neat sound of horses' hoofs sounded again, and the dark array was like a black shadow shuttling through the rain curtain, spreading rapidly to the front.

Seeing this, Horace tried to resist the joy of his face, turned on his horse and caught up with the advancing cavalry array. However, after galloping through the guard army of irvindale Town, he saw Congreve in the queue, the partner who had been with him for many years, nodded in a hurry and disappeared into the mottled rain curtain.

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Limontanlu, the capital of the kingdom of stoke.

Its history can be traced back to the beginning of the establishment of stoke kingdom. It was named by varant I. in ancient translation, it means "always bloom". It was built over 12 years, and countless magic arrays were reinforced and engraved.

Perhaps limontanlu was a little unknown before, but in the invasion war of the elanfaro Empire, it resounded everywhere with the tough and bloody name of the volant family, and successfully attracted the attention of many forces in the mainland of caladimos in those years.

Standing on the top of limontanlu is the wallant family, the royal family of stoke kingdom. It is known as the violet blooming on the sword. In the 872 year history of the Kingdom, it hurts everyone who wants to pick flowers.

Today's aging king, valant V, in the ten-year Patriotic War, let this violet bathed in blood release a different charm, cast a great reputation and deter many forces in the light and the dark.

Of course, in addition to the varante family, there are also many top nobles in limontanlune, who control the context of the whole kingdom and form a fixed interest chain for hundreds of years.