Chapter 186

Squeak!

The door opened and the noise broke into the room from the outside.

"Raglan, what's the matter? Flustered." the young man in black dress scolded the middle-aged deacon who pushed the door in.

Wiping off the cold sweat on his forehead, Raglan gasped slightly, didn't care too much about the words of reprimand, turned and closed the door, recited the spell, and the light cyan light surged in the air.

[wind enchantment]!

Raglan, the deacon of Cecil arena, is also a mage professional. He is deeply trusted by Cecil family and is responsible for all things on the bright side of the arena.

"I'm sorry, master Bessemer, I'm a little rude," Raglan said with a slight bow.

The green enchantment covered the interior of the room. The young man in black dress, that is, Bessemer, was stunned. It seemed that something unusual had happened. Even the isolation spell such as [wind enchantment] was used. Then he motioned Raglan to continue reporting.

"Don't do that. Tell me. What is it that makes you so nervous?"

"He's back!" a low voice sounded, and Raglan's face was dignified.

He?

Bessemer's heart moved. He had a hunch that what Raglan described was about himself. He picked up the red wine on the table in his right hand, and the bright light reflected through the shaking red liquid, reflecting a thin white square face, with fierce light in his deep emerald eyes.

"To be clear, who is it?"

"Horace Lindbergh dahler!" Raglan took a deep breath and said firmly. So far, he has been a little unbelievable.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

[wind boundary] in the quiet room shrouded in, the even breathing sound and restless heartbeat sound are very clear in the quiet and strange atmosphere.

Boom!

Bessemer suddenly stood up, and the momentum of the great Knight rose, and the overflowing life energy surged, impacting the cyan border, causing bursts of transparent ripples.

"Impossible! How can it be?!"

"How dare Horace come back? You know, the Marquis of Gardner paid a high price for his safe departure from stoke. Now how does he..."

The disorderly breathing and the panic tone all exposed Bessemer's chaotic mood at the moment, but the sudden situation in front of him did affect his mood.

"Tell me to go down and cancel the party tonight," Bessemer quickly responded and quickly said to the housekeeper.

Since several invited have refused to attend, the evening party becomes dispensable. Originally, his idea was to investigate some forces worthy of solicitation, but now the situation makes him passive.

"Horace, where are people?" Bessemer asked, finishing up his black dress.

"In the backdoor courtyard, but master Horace brought a lot of people......" before Raglan finished, he was interrupted by a sharp voice.

"Now in the past, in addition, control the area at the back door of the arena and don't let outsiders in and out!"

"Yes!" Raglan and the housekeeper bowed in response at the same time, and immediately left the room, busy each other.

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The backdoor courtyard of Cecil's arena is small, paved with green bricks. Compared with the rough temperament of the square in front, it looks elegant and beautiful, with falling branches dotted with the open environment.

Dada!

The sound of small footsteps from far to near, with a trace of urgency, and then pushed open the courtyard door.

Horace stood in front of the queue and looked at the familiar figure in front of him, his thin white and handsome square face and emerald eyes. Everything was similar to memory, and there was not much change. Oh, there was only one change, that is, his strength has surpassed him now.

"Long time no see, Bessemer Cecil!"

"Yes, long time no see, master Horace!" Bessemer walked slowly to Horace, bowed slightly and said softly.

From the corner of my eye, I glanced at the modrian people and stared at some strange Horace. I didn't see the once energetic youth. My weather beaten face told about the wandering life.

Horace Lindbergh dahler, the eldest son of the dahler family, has noble blood and outstanding cultivation talent. He is a real favorite of heaven. If nothing happens, he will become the next Marquis of dahler and the finance minister of stoke kingdom.

"What can I do for you?" Bessemer remained respectful, just like the boy who followed Horace.

"Don't be so polite. Besides, I'm not from the Dale family. I was removed from the Dale family tree four years ago." Horace saw Bessemer at the moment. He shook his head slightly and said bitterly.

Under the ruthless fate track, everyone takes a different path. Just like now, he is a returning bereaved dog, and the noble second son who once followed him has become the actual person in charge of Cecil arena, the most famous arena in limontanlu.

"Master Horace is joking. I think Lord Gardner will miss your return very much." Bessemer said with a slight smile. He didn't look cruel at all, but he was much more gentle.

"Well, Bessemer, don't be polite to each other. I want to ask you a favor this time. Can you provide us with a place to stay?" Horace said in a low tone. During his wandering life, he learned a lot that he had never imagined before.

Moreover, their status has long been different. He is no longer the young master of the Dale family, and Bessemer is no longer the boy who once followed behind him.

"Of course, Raglan, arrange the house in the southwest area for master Horace, and remember not to disclose any news." Bessemer nodded and waved to the door outside the courtyard.

Unexpectedly, he thought it would be very difficult. Unexpectedly, he just found a house. Is such a small thing to come back in times of chaos to meet his missing mood, or do he have other ideas?

"Yes, master Bessemer, we'll vacate there tonight and arrange for master Horace to live in," Raglan replied, standing at the gate of the yard.

"The matter has been solved. Then master Horace, let's go into the arena. Now the arena is not only a former project. My men have developed many alternative ways to play."

Cecil arena was once a favorite place for Horace. It was also here. Bessemer became one of Horace's partners at that time under the arrangement of the family.

"No, as the head of Cecil's arena, you don't have to greet me like that. Go on your own business. I'll just hang out with Baron modrian." Horace smiled and refused, then pointed to modrian and said.

"This is Baron modrian, Lord of Valoran, and my friend!"

"Valoran? I've heard of Baron modrian's name, but he's very famous recently." Bessemer frowned slightly. He didn't expect that this and Horace would enter limontanlu, which was a very interesting situation.

He looked at the Baron modrian and the burly man with his side treatment.

"Dreus, a strong knight, a strong man with the record of killing two knights, an enviable follower."

"Welcome to Cecil arena. I hope you can have a good time here!" Bessemer restrained his emotions and smiled gently at modrian.

Perhaps he also noticed the faint embarrassment, glanced at the black cavalry, nodded to Horace and staggered out of the backdoor courtyard.

The crisp footsteps sounded, and the shadows of Horace and Bessemer intertwined and missed in the scattered sun. They went farther and farther, and finally formed two parallel shadows without any contact point.