Lunch was a little light, mostly vegetarian, and there was also Sophia's favorite spirit fruit wine. Modrian tasted it curiously. The taste was very unique, like wine, not like wine, with light fruit aroma.
After having lunch and chatting for a while, Sophia saw that the atmosphere in the living room was a little strange. She immediately got up and wanted to go out to visit the mansion, accompanied by housekeeper Dodd. They left the living room together.
"You shouldn't have come to edalas."
The inexplicable atmosphere was broken. Baron Benny gently stroked his two thin and soft moustaches, looked at modrian solemnly and said.
"Now the situation in the kingdom is changeable, and there are too many unknown factors. What you do in limontanlu is a little sensitive."
"Sensitive? How sensitive?" modrian took the tea in front of him, took a sip and said calmly. "My kingly party identity?"
The king's party is a general term of aristocracy standing naturally in the Royal Camp. Unlike the camps of blood aristocracy, meritorious aristocracy and court aristocracy, there are many aristocrats in the king's party with three different camp identities.
"Yes," replied Baron Benny in a flash, with his pale green eyes. "His majesty guy's behavior is too fierce. He has been denounced by many nobles, and even some members of the royal party have been assassinated."
"It is rumored that Duke dakama was assassinated and injured when mobilizing the violet guards!"
"This is the resistance of those nobles who are unwilling to be cleaned. Although the assassination failed, they also put some battles in the open."
"If, I mean, if my kingship was forced, would anyone listen to my explanation?" modrian shrugged his shoulders and smiled.
Recalling the picture of the banquet at Harriman castle, he still believed in count Raphael and the Harriman family until he saw his highness guy in the elegant hall on the second floor (his identity has not changed, his highness is the great prince of the Kingdom), and then his identity, including territory, was stamped with the seal of the allies of guy and the Raphael family.
Even though modrian is no longer in contact with them, it is far from so in the eyes of outsiders. He is still the Baron of the north and the eye-catching flag placed by his majesty guy in the north of the kingdom.
"Well, do you think anyone will believe it?" Baron Benny said faintly, turning to the little fellow in front of him.
"No!" modrian responded decisively. There are also differences between nobles, and he has already seen through the faces of those hypocritical nobles. Now the situation of the kingdom is unknown, and the internal surging tide will drown who.
"Uncle Benny, I know you are well informed in edalas, so I came here to inquire about some information."
"About the military mobilization of edalas city and the gate of sorrow!"
There was a ripple in the indigo teacup, and some tea splashed on his hand. Baron Benny gently brushed it, and the subtle energy fluctuation wiped out the water stain. Then he turned his head and looked at his modrian, with a hesitant face.
It is undeniable that he has a deep connection with the Peres family, and he is in the same robe of life and death with Viscount Brooke, but he has also heard about Limon Tanlu. Modrian made a big fuss about the engagement banquet between the Peres family and Arnold family, and left the capital with Sophia.
So he wanted to refuse, but after thinking of modrian's current power, coupled with the booming Valoran collar, he saw a glimmer of hope for his once extinguished thoughts, which led to some hesitation in his heart.
"Fate makes people!" Baron Benny sighed helplessly, lowered his eyes and immersed himself in the world he created. His slender and beautiful fingers weave spell fluctuations like clouds and water, and the emerald green radiance covers the living room like vines.
"Many elite soldiers stationed in edalas may block all channels in a week or so and forcibly interrupt the trade in the whole North until the storm is over."
"The situation of the mourning gate of the northern barrier is unknown, but the southern legion of the aranfalo empire began to hoard soldiers in the border area, eyeing the mourning gate, trying to force the Kingdom's military department to make a choice."
On hearing the speech, modrian's face suddenly dignified, which means that the stoke Kingdom has made a choice and wants to give up completely, except for edalas city and all northern regions outside the gate of sorrow.
Accordingly, the Jeffrey family will also make a choice. Hundreds of years of family history and the reputation of the Great Duke of the North forged by countless generations will not be allowed to be destroyed in this coming storm.
"Besides, there's one more thing you need to pay attention to," said Baron Benny, looking at the silent modrian.
"There are some rumors about the Valoran collar. Someone may attack you!"
"Give me a hand?" modrian was a little stunned. He didn't seem to have offended the nobles in the north. The nobles who once robbed the fine iron vein no longer existed in the war of blood and fire.
There are some possibilities for the Jeffrey family, but if it's a good guess, now they are colluding with the Grand Duchy of tempefasha, and their attention will not be here for the time being.
"The Harriman family?" modrian shook his head slightly. Count Raphael is one of the most firm Royal parties, standing on guy's side. Then he should be well aware of the hidden terrorist strength of Valoran.
Immediately he set his eyes on the north, the gate of sorrow, the military barrier guarding the north. Did someone secretly move the heart of interest? Deceive guy, who is far away in the king's capital? (Note: guy was the commander of the gate of sorrow before he ascended the throne.)
Greed can kill!
"Uncle Benny, I'm disturbing you. I'll leave edalas today!" modrian stood up and bowed slightly to thank him.
He doesn't think that someone in the north of the kingdom can threaten him. Valoran is not far from here. The warm blue wind blows in the sky all the time.
But just in case, Tiana must have got the news about those business partners, so he'd better return to Valoran as soon as possible.
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The deep darkness covered the secret room, and only the candle burning in the center was emitting a dim light, illuminating two shadows in black cloaks.
"First of all, I'm sorry. There are some mistakes in the information you provided, which led to the dissatisfaction of the religious leader and doubt your sincerity." the figure on the left made a hoarse and ugly voice, rubbing and piercing like glass.
"Therefore, the conditions promised to you should be modified!"
"It's impossible. How could the intelligence be wrong? That's the spy we placed and the information collected by the owner himself." the chubby figure on the right roared low, and the light of the candle shook slightly.
"Hehe, I'm not satisfied with your strength and intelligence. I blame us." the figure on the left continued. "If you don't accept it, cancel all agreements and struggle in the quagmire of the north."
"Wait... I need time to contact the next owner." the chubby figure said gnashing his teeth. "Sometimes if you have too much appetite, it will reach your stomach."
"It doesn't bother you. Our temple of wealth will definitely eat everything!"