Chapter 187

Still the top floor window of Cecil's arena, Bessemer looked down at the arena like a sculpture. The circular architectural design made it easy for him to observe all places.

In the center of the arena, a battle between soldiers and ice giant wolves is being held in the hard stone cage. Dripping blood stains the red stone ground, and torn meat foam is hung on a sharp iron rope.

At the end of the battle, the soldiers seriously injured on the ground looked desperate, watching the giant wolf of the ice field approach slowly, the dripping sticky saliva gave off a fishy smell, and a little blood stained on the white fur.

At the moment, the arena is crowded with seats and occupied roads, full of crazy civilians, businessmen and nobles. Deafening howls fill the sky over the arena, which is excitement, chagrin, carefree and regret. All emotions are mixed together.

Bessemer closed his eyes and felt that he could feel the desire of ordinary people for blood, as well as the deep bloodthirsty and brave, which are the common desires of all intelligent creatures.

"Horace, you shouldn't have come back!"

"The coming Kingdom storm will be your opportunity and your grave. Isn't it good that Lord Gardner seeks the only way out for you? Living is more important than anything!"

"Now, your choice will change the fate of many people!"

The emerald eyes opened, revealing two different emotions in the struggle, perhaps more than two: nostalgia, envy, friendship, care, etc. with these feelings mixed in the mind, Bessemer tried to suppress them, didn't want them to break out and did his best.

"You're back, so what should I do!?"

Looking down at the bustling noise in the arena, Bessemer whispered to himself. The position of the Cecil family has already been decided. Even now he can't ignore the interests of the family, which is the basis for his current status.

"Sorry, Horace, my friend, I have no choice!"

There is no right or wrong in the aristocratic world, only interests are supreme, and it is right to obtain the established interests.

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In the central area of limontanlu, there are many gorgeous and elegant buildings. This is the gathering place of nobles. Most of the top noble families of stoke kingdom are scattered in this relatively narrow area, but dominate the progress of the powerful giant of stoke kingdom.

Adjacent to the most central area of the Royal Palace, an ancient and simple low building is more like a beautiful garden.

The transparent warm sunshine, the beautiful and bright colors in the garden, the green dense forests, the towering rockeries and the green grass show that it is often taken care of in an orderly manner.

"Uncle Raphael, the little guy has arrived in Limon Tanlu, but unexpectedly, he seems to be involved in Horace of the Dale family." his highness guy, the eldest prince, said softly, admiring the scenery in front of him, and his plain face can't see any look.

"Horace? He was sent out of the stoke kingdom by Gardner. How did he come back?" count Raphael frowned slightly. He had heard of the original thing, but it was a narrow tragedy in the chaotic aristocratic circle, but the extraordinary identity of the party had a bad and great impact.

"This has violated the commitment of the Dale family to your varante family. Horace shall not enter the stoke kingdom for life!"

"Yes, who knows why. Anyway, he has entered limontanlu and mixed with modrian." guy turned his head and said with a smile. "They thought they were very careful, but they didn't want to be exposed. After all, this has become the center of the storm."

"Maybe their farce will be a wonderful prelude to the coming storm."

"It doesn't seem to accord with the plan, won't you stop it?" count Raphael lowered his eyes, stroked the ring on his finger and opened his mouth lightly.

"No, no, no, it's better than I expected. At least we can see the strength of each family in advance, or at least show our attitude." guy shook his head and showed a trace of excitement on his calm face.

"Let's look forward to the collision between my brother and the Dale family. Oh, no, maybe without the Dale family, modrian will solve everything."

The spreading frost frozen the note in the palm of your hand, and the life energy trembled slightly. Everything turned into ice stains and disappeared without a trace.

"What's going on with the noble Council?" the hot sun reflected guy's face, reflecting a faint glow.

"Those are old and crafty guys. How could they stand in a good position in advance? They are waiting for the exact news of his majesty Lloyd." count Raphael finally took his attention away from the ring on his finger and looked at the magnificent palace with muddy eyes.

"Can you determine the authenticity of the source?"

Hearing the speech, guy turned back, moved his steps gently, went to count Raphael, patted him on the shoulder and said, "don't worry, uncle Raphael, you can enjoy the 'War' that is destined to win!"

"No one can stop me, king!"

The blue pupil reflects an inexplicable shadow, flashing a crazy color.

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Near the Cecil arena, in the elegant courtyard provided by Bessemer, the servants have been demobilized, and trefari soldiers take over the defense here.

Murky magic lights lit up the room. Modrian and Horace sat opposite each other, with a set of tea sets on the wooden table in front of them.

The warm tea is wrapped in a light mist and filled the air.

"Can you trust your friend?" modrian took the cup and breathed gently.

"Bessemer? I don't know. Time will change a lot." Horace shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly. "Just like me and him now, there are irreparable cracks."

From the moment he saw Bessemer, Horace regretted that he had changed too much and too fast. The unknown guy who had followed him had mastered one side, and the momentum of the superior was at a glance. More importantly, the strength of the two was very different.

"It's good, at least it can provide us with such a quiet and elegant environment." modrian took a sip of tea and smiled faintly.

"However, I think we were probably exposed to the eyes of some forces. From entering limontanlu, many tails followed us until Cecil's arena."

The scarlet life energy flashed away, and the light water mist dispersed. Modrian stared at Horace and continued.

"Find out the current situation of Limon Tanlu as soon as possible. I think as an 'indigenous', you should have a way?"

"Yes, I'll go out tonight. I hope those dark forces won't change their position." Horace nodded.

"That's good. Be careful when you go out. I'll arrange for wasman to come with you," modrian told him.

"Thank you, Lord!"

Horace bowed his head and left the room. He knew in his heart that this was protection. Along the way, he had seen the strength of vosmann. He was strong, terrible and violent. He was definitely a great knight with top strength.

The gauze thin mist continued to swirl around the room. Modrian sat cross legged and seemed to close his eyes, but his inner thoughts were like waves. Limon Tanlu's muddy water was somewhat unexpected.

Before entering this ancient and magnificent city, Jana warned him that there are at least three legends in this prosperous city and some dark forces lurking in the dark.

"Rob!"

The low voice of the call echoed in the room, and the master of the shadow stream in gray armor slowly emerged from the reflected shadow. Modrian looked intently, but he still couldn't see the depth of strength, but the strength of robbery was recognized by Ghana and the old guy.

"Arrange it. I want to find out the situation of Limon Tanlu as soon as possible these days."

"Abide by your will, the shadow stream will go all out!" the cold hoarse voice sounded, and the robbed figure disappeared in a flash.