Chapter 219

The gloomy sky covered the sky. Suddenly, the scattered drizzle covered limontanlu like a white yarn. The light rain beat the city wall, the streets and every standing building, as if the whole world had only the sound of rain. All the dirty, unbearable and dark were baptized by the continuous spring rain.

"How about going home?"

Modrian leaned on the mahogany table, clutching his face with his palm, and looked calmly at the drizzle outside the door.

"It's not bad. Although he has been removed from the family, it's not difficult to take the power of the Lord." Horace said with a smile. When he returned to the Dale family this time, he met many people he hadn't seen for a long time, and some people asked him to stay. They wanted to exchange certain family interests for his freedom, but they were all rejected by him.

Sometimes standing high and overlooking low-lying areas can really have a different style.

However, looking from the low-lying to the high, you can see more details of the end of the branch, which you have never experienced when standing high and must experience after falling into the cloud.

Most importantly, Horace believes that finding a road worthy of all is the way he hopes to go.

"I talked to my father about some things." Horace sorted his thoughts and recalled his father's warning and entrustment, with a trace of bitterness and loss in his heart.

"Hatred should be tied rather than solved. Sometimes when you are in this kingdom, you have to learn to endure some things!"

"In addition, go to remind the little fellow of, be careful of the noble Council!"

Hearing the speech, modrian sat up straight and frowned slightly. From the moment he guessed Horace's identity, he paid extra attention to the news of the Dale family, and Horace's father, Gardner Lindbergh Dale, was the focus of the focus.

Gardner Lindbergh dahler, the chancellor of the exchequer of the Kingdom, holds the hereditary Marquis title, is the real top figure of stoke Kingdom, and is also an important [weight] valued by your highness in the struggle for the throne.

"What do you think of yourself?" modrian asked, looking at Horace in front of him.

He doesn't know all the things that have happened in the outside world recently, but through the reduction of the number of visitors and the decline of invitations, it's not difficult to find that there seems to be inexplicable changes taking place.

In this regard, he seemed more low-key, almost did not go out, and lived in seclusion in this gorgeous building.

After shining brilliance, he always has to learn to hide himself. He is not the hero of this war. He wants to be a bystander, even if the possibility is very small.

"I am not a hero praised by bards, nor am I a noble person. I just want to seize this opportunity to avenge myself." Horace lowered his eyes, and wanton hatred overflowed from his pupils. He didn't want to experience that sad past day and night.

"I have solved the damned watch, but the hero of the Revenge of killing children is still at large, although he can't be humane!"

"But I don't want to let him go. As a father, as a man, I just want to solve him myself."

The rage of aristocrats is unimaginable to ordinary people, which is caused by the rich life and mischievous psychology. They pursue stimulation and alternative pleasure.

But all this is within the range that the family can bear, without affecting the next generation, and within the moral boundary.

When one side accidentally takes this step and wants to plant the blame, Horace has experienced these and almost thinks it is his own fault.

Unfortunately, there is no airtight wall in the world. Horace, who learned the truth, almost collapsed. After he accidentally killed his wife, he no longer endured the inner suffering and wanted to revenge for the unborn child.

Failed, everything is failed. This is Limon Tanlu, this is the stoke Kingdom, and this is the center of the wallant family.

Under the influence of his father, marquis Gardner, he was exiled from the stoke Kingdom and was not allowed to step in all his life.

Once violated, the binding contract signed is invalid, and the Dale family is not allowed to intervene, leaving the two young people to solve it by themselves.

Yes, a prince, a loser, a fair duel.

In the past, Horace would never enter limontanlu without confidence, nor would he provoke Saroyan Craig wallant.

But now it's different. Horace sees hope. In this battle for the throne, after the battle in the shadow world the night before, he thinks this is his best chance.

"As you wish!" modrian smiled. Dark green data streams were reflected in his brown pupils, and [temporary task: Revenge of followers] was flashing in the system panel.

"Rainy night, murder day, time is set before the party."

"I think many people also want to see a bright fireworks show before the battle for the throne."

Modrian got up and walked, stood against the door, and the scattered drizzle blew on his face, bringing a touch of coolness.

Three days later, the aristocratic Parliament was convened, which was the day of cake distribution. Why not grab more resources for Valoran's collar, for his followers behind him, and he wanted to prove to some guys that he shouldn't give up his.

What's more, he wants to be a little more crazy, which makes the guys hiding in the dark scared.

"Get ready. May our carefully prepared fireworks bloom normally before the banquet!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Two different answers sounded at the same time, one was Horace, and the other was a slightly distorted shadow from modrian's feet.

Modrian smiled and looked at the dripping drizzle outside the door. Transparent water droplets splashed on the ground and scattered thin water mist, like ink dripping from rice paper, slowly infiltrated.

Just like his current state of mind, from the careful survival in the past to the hidden sharpness of Valoran's collar, and then to now, he began to open his mind, accept the change of the world, accept the infection of aristocratic society, and make himself live more comfortable. These are moistening his heart after the battle in the shadow world.

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Violet mage tower, silent inner room.

Strong spell elements are active in the air. Craig hunches his head under his crown and nods his head from time to time, as if he is meditating (sleeping?), and his scattered white hair covers his face.

"Ha!" Craig opened his muddy eyes under the crown, stretched his waist, and immediately looked behind him as if he had found something.

"Hey, you little fellow, when are you so sneaky?"

"I've seen Craig under the crown." Jasper sorted out the black-and-white dress, engraved with gold silk thread in the corner, bent down slightly and said respectfully.

"Well, don't be so polite. Now you dare to leave Lloyd's side. Aren't you afraid of any accident?" Craig joked, looking at Jasper walking out of the shadow.

"With your presence, I can't think of anyone who would dare to assassinate His Majesty in limontanlune," Jasper said.

"Well, well, come on, what's the matter? Or does Lloyd want you to say something?" Craig made a few complaints, and then the topic turned to business.

"Follow the original plan. Since those guys in the abyss are staring at the target, don't worry about him for the time being," Jasper said softly with his hands hanging on both sides.

"The focus is on the temple. I don't know what factors. The rate of blessing from the gods has increased. His majesty is worried about the power temple."

"Gods!?"

Craig's turbid eyes flashed a different color. He thought of the situation recorded in some books. Does it seem that there is any abnormal situation? The movements of the gods became more and more frequent.

"I'll pay more attention to the temple of power. I'm worried about you. That old boy Lloyd can't resist for a few days. Have you chosen?"

Craig doesn't care who will sit on the throne. Anyway, he has experienced two kings in the legendary life. Although his achievements are not as dazzling as Lloyd's, he is much better in life.