Chapter 242

In the ruins, modrian let the rainstorm attack and stared at the direction of dreus. Dozens of feet of red snake body disappeared, almost absorbed by the black cutter.

The red and black axe body is more and more transparent, and the snow-white axe blade is shining with crimson brilliance, like spirituality. From time to time, there will be a trembling sound echoing, telling the joy of the heart.

It seems that this killing legend is not only the harvest of dreus, but also the black cutter thirsty for some legendary blood.

The cold rain poured down, washing the dust of the ruins and flowing bright red water stains.

Until the violent spell fluctuation from the direction of master violet's tower, the turbulent energy swept through the sky and woke up the people in the ruins.

"There are legends fighting!" Jana waved her staff to disperse the rain in this area. Her blue eyes crossed the space distance and observed the source of spell fluctuation.

"Identify the breath. One of them is Craig Christopher Nelson, the guardian of stoke kingdom. The other two don't know each other, but they are also legends!"

legend!? Modrian frowned when he heard the speech, and his eyes were full of dignified look. Since when has the legend been so rampant?

His mind moved. His eyes turned and fell on dreus again. Perhaps it was the magic energy fluctuation from the direction of master violet's tower, which caused inexplicable changes. Dreus was waking up.

Even if the legend is what, in the end, it is just a piece of loess, and even the soul disappears.

Modrian shrugged slightly, watched dreus return to the array, and didn't ask any more, because he felt the change of dreus through the system and was in the deep level of life evolution. Yes, it's not too much to describe life evolution.

"Let's go!"

With a wave of his hand, modrian turned away slightly tired, no longer paid attention to the change of violet mage tower, and was ready to return to his residence.

Tonight's experience has made him slightly depressed. At least in the face of legendary powerlessness, he is a little depressed. Fortunately, he is a psychologist and can recover with a little adjustment.

In the corner of the ruins, Sigrid Cecil, the embarrassed Earl of the Kingdom, survived the aftermath of the battle in the broken space. Now he was flustered when he saw that modrian was about to leave. He had no time to rest, picked up his dirty red dress and hurried to follow him.

Compared with life, the past flirtation and oppression were nothing. She dared not bet whether the Baron would forget herself.

The rain became more and more torrential, and the falling rain turned into a white bead curtain, gradually covering the disappeared people.

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Clarence hall, the place chosen by the noble Council to hold a banquet. According to the ancient translation, Clarence means smart people, perhaps a clever name, which makes this hall the most famous banquet place in limontanlu in just a few decades.

The storm hit tonight, but it still can't hide the brilliance of the Clarence hall.

The bright and mild magic lights illuminate the whole guild hall. The golden glazed eaves reflect the dim stars, and you can vaguely see the grand occasion of the banquet center.

Red silk cloth is dotted in the banquet hall. Pure white tablecloth is covered with tables and chairs around. Neat sets of tableware and fruit plates are placed on the dining table. At the four corners, there are bursts of elk fragrance. With the relaxed and cheerful sound of the piano, there is a peaceful atmosphere.

Among the lights, an elegant and decent gentleman and nobles walked slowly with their female companions, with false smiling expressions, or talking, or whispering discussion, or pretending to be elegant.

This group of seemingly elegant nobles vaguely divided the main banquet hall into three areas. Except for a few big nobles, most nobles are basically in their own circle.

Blood aristocracy, merit aristocracy, position aristocracy (court aristocracy)!

The very simple circle is divided into different classes. The blood aristocrats are the most central in the banquet hall, the meritorious aristocrats are the outside, and the court aristocrats are the most peripheral.

The harps and harps are elegant and the conversation is mixed. Every nobleman is looking for allies and targets at tonight's banquet. At least he can divide a certain interest cake in the coming storm vortex.

"Viscount Brooke, look at you. You're not in high spirits tonight?" Marquis Gardner walked out of the central circle and came to the meritorious nobles. Other meritorious nobles who kept smiling wanted to approach and talk, but couldn't move forward under the invisible momentum.

The color of surprise floated on Viscount Brooke's face. Looking around, it was full of envy. Only he had some doubts.

"Good night, marquis Gardner!" said Viscount Brooke, who knew himself. The reputation of the scarlet Viscount was not very useful in the aristocratic circle of limontanlu. The meritorious nobles who could stand in the king were far above him in terms of seniority and strength.

What's more, the Marquis of Gardner is the controller of the Dale family, the chancellor of finance of the Kingdom and the real top figure of limontanlu.

"Good night!" said the Marquis of Gardner with a smile, in a tone of goodwill. "Can you tell me something interesting about Peris territory? I'm curious about that land."

Hearing this, viscount Brooke's face was dark, but he still kept smiling and chatted with the Marquis Gardner.

His family knows his own affairs. When Marquis Gardner talked about modrian, he didn't talk much, mostly in a hurry.

The day before yesterday, the housekeeper Dulu comick wrote a letter, in which he mentioned that Kadir had secretly left Peris territory and disappeared.

Coupled with the previous whim, perhaps the eldest son has

The Marquis Gardner noticed the inner change of viscount Brooke. It seems that the rumor is true. The scarlet Viscount who had experienced the Patriotic War missed something in the succession.

After chatting a few words, the Marquis of Gardner kept his manners and left the meritorious aristocracy circle. He probably knew the situation of Peris territory and didn't care too much or offend it, because he didn't know modrian's attitude for the time being. Anything in the aristocracy circle could happen.

After drinking all the red wine in his hand, viscount Brooke laughed at himself. If there was no accident, he guessed that Kadir's affair might be related to modrian.

It's his fault that his children hurt each other. No one can tell the initial choice and the change of fate.

Just thinking of modrian, a bitter smile spread around the corners of his mouth. The already bad family relationship had been broken after expelling him. The last attempt in the wilderness plain had doomed everything, and with his power, modrian might not have been placed in his eyes for a long time.

The Knight Chief, as well as rumors and legends, stood behind modrian.

This is why he will be arranged in the central circle of meritorious nobles at the noble banquet tonight. After all, it seems to outsiders that modrian always has the surname of Peris, and has used the power of the Peris family in edalas and ewendell.

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