Chapter 214

The familiar system prompt sounded, still cold, but it gave modrian a different feeling. The reward for the rest of his life was more enjoyable than the victory of predicting the result.

Without stopping, modrian firmly faced the dim stars and crossed the threshold of the ruins. Looking back at this dilapidated place in the battle, he felt a pity. To tell the truth, he liked the architectural style and elegant environment here.

"Well, Horace?" modrian noticed Horace at the end of the line. He seemed to be staring into the distance. His direction was the Cecil arena, the underground dark 'country' controlled by Bessemer, the young master of the Cecil family.

Calm eyes through the gorgeous wall hangings, modrian's pupils reflected the figures of two young men and a gray robed figure stained with a trace of evil.

"Who are those?" modrian asked. There seemed to be no relevant picture in his memory. He should be a stranger.

"Your Highness Saroyan and Bessemer of Cecil family don't know each other," Horace said with a smile, but the smile from the corner of his mouth was bitter and helpless.

friend!?

Although it was expected, the cruel reality still gave Horace a heavy blow. It was a damn betrayal and a damn trust.

Time has erased the traces of the past. The proportion of interests has long exceeded friendship. He should learn to accept the reality and no longer have hope for the past.

Saroyan Craig varant. Modrian whispered the name of the varante family, then turned his head slightly and looked at Horace at the moment.

"Need a chance of revenge? At least no one will stop you at this moment."

The cold look appeared on his face, and modrian didn't care. Since there is so much noise tonight, why not continue to add ignition materials to make the flame burn more vigorously tomorrow.

Moreover, there is [temporary task: Revenge of followers] hanging on the simple panel of the system, flashing a bloody glow.

"No, No." Horace shook his head when he heard the speech, refused modrian's kindness, and then took back his eyes. He knew that even if the current killing would succeed, it would lead to accidents. Why not wait and wait for the critical moment of the struggle for the throne.

Hatred has sustained him for so long that he can wait for another period of time for the thoughts that he has never given up in his heart.

"All right!" modrian looked at Horace, who now looked normal, and said nothing.

In fact, his heart has recognized Horace as a companion, but if the other party makes a choice, he doesn't say anything, even if he guesses that his highness Saroyan and Bessemer of Cecil family are likely to be related to the shadow world this time.

The shadow disappeared. Under the bustling lights, modrian and his party rode the night farther and farther, and gradually disappeared.

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

Boom!

The evil and strange life energy exploded and smashed the lanolin white jade guardrail. His highness Saroyan's soft face was full of twisted color, and the fierce voice echoed in the secret room on the third floor.

"Damn it, damn it, what does that guy's look mean? Despise? Despise me?"

Bessemer and Orcas were silent. The rest of their eyes looked at the slightly crazy Royal Highness Saroyan in front of them. No one would touch the mildew.

However, compared with his highness Saroyan and orcas, Bessemer's heart is more remorse and depression. He regrets his initial choice and stands in the wrong team of interests.

He also saw Horace's figure overlooking here, his plain face, but deep pupils.

If there is a little hatred, there is room for maneuver, and now it is telling that their "friendship" has completely come to an end. Perhaps it is no longer called "friendship". He sees the bloody meaning of settling accounts after autumn.

"Bessemer!"

The soft, ghostly voice called back Bessemer's thoughts and looked up at his highness Saroyan. He whispered, "Your Highness, what's your order?"

"I want to meet count Sigrid and hope the Cecil family will not refuse." his highness Saroyan looked down at the courtyard in the ruins, and repressed hatred filled his pupils.

"Of course, the Cecil family is willing to serve you!" Bessemer agreed without hesitation, then looked at the priest Orcas in the hidden shadow, nodded slightly and left the hidden secret room.

Creak!

As soon as the door was closed and the wind suddenly hit, his highness Saroyan turned around and looked at the orcas priest in front of him with hatred and crazy eyes. The scales on the surface of his skin became more and more obvious, and the ferocious and strange breath slowly solidified.

"As you said, the shadow will come, and according to the agreement, I will see Horace's head."

"But now everything is empty, including the Shadow Lord you said, seems to have failed? Ha, it's really ridiculous!"

In the dark robe, priest Orcas lowered his head and remained silent. The development of this event was indeed beyond expectation. He never thought that even the Lord of the shadow would return without success.

The thin shadow filled his eyes and whispered softly in his ears. In a trance, priest Orcas heard an inexplicable call from the supreme existence of his meditation and belief.

"The shadow will not fail. The day when it comes again is the time to fulfill the promise!"

When the priest of Orcas raised his head again, the sound like the neighing of a poisonous snake was harsh and restless in the secret room, with a burst of bloody anger.

"Your Highness Saroyan, our cooperation remains the same. I hope you don't give up too early. The battle for the throne has not yet begun, and everything is unknown."

"Hum!" his highness Saroyan tried to hold back his hatred, but when he remembered Horace's eyes, he couldn't help but burst into anger. "As you said, the aristocratic parliament in three days will almost decide the situation of the dispute over the throne."

"You must hurry up!"

He has lost too many things, but in order to complete his inner revenge, he doesn't mind waiting and enduring other people's strange eyes.

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

The dim starlight mixed with the magical lights on the roadside shines on the way forward. Modrian crosses the busy commercial street to his final destination.

A low and luxurious building on the edge of the aristocratic area.

"Where did you live?" modrian stood in front of the door, lamenting the style of the building in front of him and talking to Horace.

The color of memory appeared on his face. Horace whispered, "yes, I have lived here since I was an adult."

"Oh, we'll live in like this. Won't the dales say anything?" modrian asked with a smile.

"No," Horace said, pushing open the heavy red wooden door and looking at the empty but clean building.

"The Dale family is the top family in Limon Tanlu. They have always done well in this regard."

All the forces who have seen or peeped into the shadow will change their choices tonight, and the Dale family is one of them.

From leaving Cecil's arena to walking here, Horace knew it, and so did the Dale family, so they prepared in advance to clean up and empty the buildings in front of them.

Horace leaned over his body, bent 45 degrees, and put his right hand in front of his left chest. It is a very standard aristocratic etiquette, which also represents the highest loyalty and respect in his heart.

"Lord modrian, please come in!"