Chapter 189

The quiet atmosphere suppressed the smell of blood, and the bright magic light shone on the blade of the red thin sword, reflecting a deep Yan red brilliance.

Wheeze!

Yan red light shuttled through the transparent air, causing ripples. Saroyan half narrowed his long and narrow eyes and stared at his brother in front of him. The red thin sword in his hand hung on his forehead.

"Dear brother, please say it again. Who's back?"

With his eyebrows slightly wrinkled, Sawyer restrained the reflexive surging life energy in his body, tilted his head, looked indifferent at the red thin sword close at hand, and his golden broken hair was scattered on his shoulders.

"Old Eugene of shark's Tavern provides an exact source. You should know his reputation."

The gold reputation hidden in the dark is not bought with gold shield, but slowly accumulated over decades.

"As for the reason why I'm here, it's very simple. Someone asked me to remind you not to make things too big. At this critical moment, and the Dale family may get involved."

The red sword awn cuts the luxurious carpet on the ground, leaving traces in the air during the active period of residual life energy.

"Ha, who made the original promise? Who is destroying it now?" Saroyan stared at Sawyer in front of him, and a look of madness appeared on his soft face.

"I have lost the symbol of a man. I thought I had lost the chance of revenge. Now the time is coming. Do you think I will give up?"

Looking at the room environment full of sword marks, Sawyer lowered his eyes and flashed away with sarcasm. As his brother, Saroyan is the Third Prince of stoke Kingdom and once a hot contender for the throne. However, after that accident, Saroyan who lost his male symbol also represents the complete loss of his inheritance to the throne.

At the moment, Saroyan, who is slightly neurotic, is the personality distortion, extravagance, disorder and moodiness caused by the subsequent impact of the original event.

Under the exchange of interests, it is hard to imagine that his highness, the three princes of the Kingdom, after being humiliated, can only force the other party to leave the territory of stoke Kingdom and never return.

It's funny and real!

There are not only Saroyan's own reasons, but also the reasons why the Dale family sacrificed their own inherent interests. The interests taken out by a top noble family are enough to make the varant family step back.

"The coming Kingdom storm will be your opportunity and your grave!"

Sawyer took a deep look at Saroyan with a dark face and finally left silently. His warning has been brought. Now he knows whether Saroyan can listen.

"Who makes me so crazy?"

Strange whispers echoed in the room, red thin swords were inserted obliquely into the broken carpet, and Saroyan watched Sawyer disappear into the night.

"It's you, damn it, you hypocrites, who made me lose everything!"

If the temple priest came earlier, if any mage proficient in healing came, how could he lose the symbol of a man, even if he finally took it back? The parts damaged by the impact of life energy have long lost their activity.

"Ha, the final victory or defeat has not come yet. I don't know who will laugh the last. Is it you? Me? Or our 'beloved' big brother? The track of fate can't be seen!"

The magic light shone and lit up the dilapidated and chaotic room. Saroyan quietly looked at himself in the bronze mirror. His eyebrows were somewhat similar to guy, but his face was slightly feminine, with a trace of madness in his hawk like eyes, and his slightly curled blond hair was neat.

He just stared at himself in the territory, allowing time to pass quietly, and the quiet atmosphere became stronger and stronger, enveloping this narrow area.

When the breeze rose, a figure wearing a pure black cloak appeared in the room. After quickly looking around the surrounding environment, he stood in place silently.

"Hei hei, your highness Saroyan, is there anything urgent?" his voice was like the neighing of a poisonous snake, but with some strange charm, he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.

"It's time to fulfill the promise. I need to mobilize some of the power of the shadow!" Saroyan turned his body and looked at the person in front of him with soft and calm eyes.

"Of course, the Lord of the shadow hears your voice." the black figure hangs low, and an inexplicable voice rings out.

"Who is the target?"

"Horace Lindbergh dahler!"

Silence fell, and the black figure pressed the cloak very low. The whole person seemed like a dark shadow and didn't move, but what you could clearly feel was that the muscles under the cloak were tightening, and there seemed to be a circle of power ripples sweeping through.

"Hey hey, the goal this time is a little..... The price you paid before is not enough. Let's fight. Not everyone can afford the counterattack of the Dale family!"

"So what do I have to pay? As long as I have, it can be used as the price of this shot." Saroyan said madly. Of course, he knows the prestige of the Dale family in the king's capital, but don't forget that he is also the heir of the varant family, even if this power has long existed in name.

"I believe his highness Saroyan will not be stingy with wealth and power!" whispered the figure in the black cloak. "Now there is a small matter to trouble, your highness."

"The Lord of the shadow said that a noble adult is coming to the king's capital. I hope we can help him deal with relevant matters, but he lacks a sufficient identity!"

"Who is it?" Saroyan asked suspiciously with a raised eyebrow.

"The son of a Viscount is also a lost man!" the strange voice echoed in the room, and the light black fog filled the four corners of the room.

.....................

The dark night obscures limontanlu. The power temple in the southeast corner is like a sleeping beast half lying in the city. The solemn atmosphere is shrouded. Occasionally, there are one or two believers and ritual priests in the broad and solemn buildings.

"Are you sure about the source?" Agnes Rodney, the cardinal of the temple of power, asked softly with his muddy eyes open.

"Sure, Baron modrian has entered the royal capital and lives in a house under the name of Cecil family." the Silver Knight who half knelt on the smooth ground responded respectfully, and his cold eyes could not hide CHIGUO's hatred.

"The time is wrong, we continue to wait!" a bright golden light flashed in her muddy eyes, and Agnes suddenly sighed in her heart.

The noble parliament is holding a meeting. Now it is the most powerful time for the noble. Even as a legend who has stepped into his own road, he has to avoid the edge for the time being.

Most importantly, varante V, who always held power and suppressed many Temple missionaries, has not yet fallen. Even if the news of serious illness came, no one can be sure of the final facts.

Is it a conspiracy? Or the truth?

The previous clean-up of sticky blood gathered into a piece of blood, which flowed in the streets of limontanlu. Up to now, the rust like smell has not dissipated.

"The father looks here, and the glory of power will visit this' desolate 'land again."