Chapter 216

After the shadow is over, it is bustling!

This magnificent building located at the edge of the noble area has ushered in a busy scene since modrian moved in.

Driven by desire, the little nobles and many court nobles who sought change came here in pursuit of interests after learning some popular information.

It was the hungry jackal who smelled the smell of flesh and blood, and the cunning fox who explored the possibility of conspiracy. Countless and various forces focused on modrian.

All sorts of things from the past have also been excavated, including the second son of the aristocracy, the exiled, and then to the Valoran territory in the bitter north, even including hatred with the Jeffrey family.

Until now, such as Nirvana Phoenix, it appears in front of people with an almost new appearance, and it is rumored that it has a legendary crown as the background. (as for the hatred of the Jeffrey family, it is not worth paying attention to in front of these nobles who seek interests. As long as interests can solve things, they are not things.)

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Nine days of silver rain, three years of ice!

In the quiet study, modrian sat behind the oak table. He never thought that the process of his soul attachment would be described by those good people, which is comparable to the praise of bards.

Ridiculous and lamentable!

Perhaps this is also why those guys were eliminated by the times, became lonely and unhappy in limontanlone, and had to make a bottomless choice for their noble title.

"Do we just refuse all the invitations?" Horace stood silently, holding many colorful invitations in his hands. From the perspective of some noble badges, there are many famous nobles in Stoke.

Including his highness gay, his highness Sawyer, count Raphael, etc., including the Dale family.

"What should we do?" modrian turned his head and looked at Horace. He continued to look at the gloomy sky outside the window. The wind and rain was getting worse and worse.

"In this struggle for the throne, we should recognize our position! Remember, we are only onlookers, not participants."

"Even his highness guy who invited us!" modrian seemed to remember meeting at Harriman castle.

At this time and not at that time, he had perfectly torn out some hidden enemies for his highness guy, so he exposed some of his strength in the dark.

Hearing this, Horace looked frozen, immediately lowered his head and said respectfully, "I'm sorry, Lord modrian, I shouldn't question your idea."

"No, no, no, I just think you're right. No one is perfect. When they make mistakes, it depends on whether the people around them can recognize and dissuade you." modrian patted Horace on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"Most importantly, what I need is an active follower, not a rigid and stubborn old-fashioned aristocrat!"

"Vosman will accompany you out. I hope you can have good luck in the Dale family!"

"OK, Lord modrian." Horace was stunned, then reacted, resisted his inner mood fluctuations, bowed and left the study.

The concealed door closed modrian's vision, and a touch of yearning suddenly burst out in his heart. Most people who haven't left home can't understand the emotion of wandering in their hometown, but they won't understand the emotion they always deposit in their heart until they really experience it.

He is, and so is Horace.

But now Horace has a chance to go home, and he can't see any hope.

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Whoa!

The moment he left the room behind him, Horace took a breath, like a thousand pounds of pressure falling from his heart. I don't know when he always had an inexplicable sense of depression when he stayed with modrian.

This was a situation that had never happened before when he left Valoran. His thoughts surged. He forgot when he had this mentality. Was it in the wilderness plain? Or a few days in limontaine?

As he moved, Horace scattered his thoughts and went straight to wasman's residence, but he didn't want to see the strong man with a firm face around the corner.

"Lord vosmann!" Horace stopped and saluted.

"Come on, Lord, let me go out with you." vosman nodded slightly and said little.

Horace didn't care. Outsiders didn't know the strength of trefari's soldiers, but he deeply realized that these maneuvering trefari's soldiers showed amazing power in the wilderness plain, in the shadow world and in a variety of shadow creatures.

"Trouble," Horace replied. After all, there is a ripple in his heart. When the moon is full, he will lose, and when flowers are gorgeous, he will lose. That's what he used to be.

The heir of the Dale family has a good cultivation talent, which created the arrogant him at the beginning, and it is also the source of the subsequent tragedy.

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The wallant palace, a palace group named after the wallant family, is also the political and military center of the stoke kingdom.

Under the gloomy sky, the whole varante palace was still brightly lit, patrolling guards were densely distributed on every road, and the warning array covered its own glow and waited silently.

Since the news of the king's serious illness spread all over limontanlu, people in the palace have been terrified. However, the bloody cleaning at the end of the previous year has comforted the remaining people. At least the king is not terminally ill and can deal with those delusional betrayers normally.

"Jasper, open the curtains for me. I want to see the sky outside." a hoarse and low voice sounded in the dark room. A pale old man slowly sat up from the soft bed and was stunned.

"Your Majesty, the weather is bad today, so it's better not to blow the wind." Jasper, who always stands by the bed, advised him. The neat black-and-white dress and gold ribbons are engraved in the corners of his clothes to show his luxurious and elegant temperament.

"Hehe, I'm an old man who is about to step into the coffin. Can't I even meet this requirement?" the dark brilliance shrouded the pale old man, and there was self mockery and lamentation in his turbid eyes.

Jasper came forward and held the old man who wanted to get up. He couldn't help whispering, "Your Majesty, according to the doctor's instructions, you'd better try not to move, be quiet and cultivate yourself, and you can still insist..."

"Lying in bed to recover? That's not my character." the old man slightly broke off Jasper's arm and found that he was so weak and weak.

Lowering his head, he looked at his thin arms, which were very different from the countless killings with a sharp blade in his memory. It seemed that he was really going to come to an end?

"Do you still remember my name?" the doubt came from the heart and appealed to the mouth. The old man wanted to hear Jasper's answer.