Chapter 195

Pop! Pop!

Before getting up, modrian ignored Meredith's extremely resentful eyes, stretched out his right hand and slapped him on the face, and then whispered in his ear.

"Take a message for me to the Duke of Dharma, and modrian Peres says hello to him!"

The intelligence information obtained these days is not enough for him to ponder and guess who is behind the scenes, but he can continue acting according to the way the other party wants him to go, and he will catch the dark bedbugs sooner or later.

The mysterious energy wave flashed away. Modrian raised his head, his calm face with a smile, looked at the standing violet mage tower and motioned dreus to restrain. Is this a warning?

However, after all, this is the violet mage tower. It is the territory under the crown of Craig. If it should be high-profile, it should be high-profile, and if it should be low-key, it should be low-key. We should understand the truth of life.

Soon, modrian left slowly. As for Meredith's revenge, a playboy, who has not been promoted to the extraordinary mage, it is not worth caring. If anyone needs him to remember, maybe the blood in the north will be stronger.

Biting dogs are not terrible. What's terrible is the people hiding behind them, and those guys seem to eat themselves and peep at themselves all the time.

But modrian didn't think that a bad dog would bite.

When the crowd gathered to watch dispersed, Meredith was still paralyzed to the ground, the floating dust was dirty, the mage was broken, the messy black hair was scattered at will, no one could see it, and a vicious look covered his face.

"Modrian, ha, the 'meal' of the Shadow Lord. I hope to see you again after tonight!"

The low murmur dissipated slowly with a touch of darkness. Meredith felt his body regain its freedom, stood up rigidly, and walked away in the opposite direction.

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Jasmine tavern.

A few exquisite magic lights are revealed in the dark green curtain, and the soft light shines to illuminate this slightly elegant environment.

In the quiet private room, modrian and Sophia sat opposite each other across mahogany Zhuo. After saying hello to each other, an embarrassing atmosphere came. They didn't know what topic to start talking about.

The atmosphere was relaxed until the waiter brought food and tea.

"The jasmine tea in this house is very good and popular in the tower," Sophia said faintly, gently folding her long blond hair, holding up a cup of dark tea.

"Really? Then I'll have a good taste." modrian smiled gently. Facing Sophia's invitation, he learned a lot and tasted jasmine tea.

The faint fragrance of tea lingers around the nose. After entering the throat, the tea is astringent but has a touch of sweetness. It is a good taste for Xiaobai, a tea art like him.

"It's really good. This kind of tea is rare in the north."

"It's just different regional cultures. I've seen records in some books that the bitter and cold north prefers liquor, and the stronger the liquor, the more popular it is," Sophia whispered.

"The records of the books are quite correct, but the times are changing. After accepting the cultures of different regions, the tastes of the bitter and cold north have become mixed, and liquor is only one of the changes." modrian glanced at Sophia in front of him in surprise and said with slight interest.

During the time of commanding Valoran, he was also exposed to many secret information that he had never been exposed to before. The dark tide surging in the north of the kingdom was not much weaker than here.

However, modrian didn't expect to open the topic and get in touch with Sophia. Unfortunately, Sophia, who was cold and indifferent, was not interested in this topic.

The awkward atmosphere was surrounded again. This time, the tacit understanding between the two sides did not break such an atmosphere.

Modrian lowered his cheeks slightly and restrained his emotions. It seems that he can no longer find the feeling in his memory. The sister brother friendship in that happy time is also the deepest emotion in the predecessor's collection.

What a pity! Ruthless time takes away too many things. Strangeness stands between them like a wall, leaving people helpless.

"Thank you for the gift you gave me at that time - the frost ring. That's the best gift I've received!" modrian said solemnly, staring at Sophia.

Everything comes from that ring, which is also the starting point for the change of his initial fate track, so that he can obtain the hope of survival, enable him to survive in the north, and become a real power Lord.

Gifts? Sophia frowned slightly, then her doubts dispersed between her eyebrows and said softly, "no, that's the first time I made low-level magic items under the guidance of my mentor. After hearing your news, I sent them to provide you with some self-defense means in the barren north."

Sophia looked at modrian, paused and continued, "that ring will be the price of your rescue for me this time."

"I advise you to find your father as soon as possible after leaving the violet mage tower. You can't resist the fame of the Arnold family."

Modrian smiled and didn't explain anything. He took out an elaborate black brocade box from his arms, opened the lid and revealed a gem glittering with dark brilliance.

"If you need to crush this gem, I will help you within my power!"

"Believe my reputation, I'm a real power Lord!" there was more joking tone in the last words. Modrian glanced at the quiet and chic tavern and shook his head slightly. He still liked the wild tavern in the north.

"Then I'll see you next time, sister Sophia!"

When he reached the door of the private room, modrian raised his right hand and shook it slightly to say goodbye, and then disappeared into the jasmine tavern.

At the front desk, Horace casually crossed the waitress's white chest, dropped several gold shields, and then followed modrian's steps.

Under the soft magic light, Sophia stood at the private room window and looked at the leaving modrian. A trace of confusion flashed in her cold eyes. The previous strangeness seemed to be better than before. There was a strange feeling that made her refuse from her heart.

Eh!?

In front of the circular arch, when modrian wanted to leave the violet mage tower, he felt a glimmer of prying eyes, turned his head and looked straight at the top of the mage tower.

The next moment, he regretted that he shouldn't be so impulsive.

The almost materialized eye light came from the purple mage tower to modrian's side. The [breath holding chain] made by Jana appeared a faint cyan brilliance, and then dissipated slowly.

It is so easy to defeat the magic necklace given by Jana, which shows that the strength of the other party is at least the same as that of Jana. It is obvious that it is the Craig who is observing modrian at the moment.

"Don't be so stingy?" modrian turned his mind. He just punished Meredith a little. Even the three extraordinary mages of the three supervision offices didn't offend and dispel it.

What's happening now?

Without waiting for him to think about how to solve the problem in front of him, the withered seeds in his chest pocket suddenly felt hot, and the blazing temperature penetrated his clothes and burned his skin.

Then, the coming eyes disappeared, as if they had never appeared. Only modrian noticed the dense cold sweat on his forehead.