Chapter 478

In the reception hall, Horace saw Kevin sitting quietly, the first heir of the Dale family after him.

"What's the matter? Come to Lafarge to see me?"

Motioning to the housekeeper to bring tea, Horace sat in the chair, smiled softly, glanced over Kevin and landed on the figure in a black cloak behind him.

Some familiar, seems to have seen somewhere.

"Hmm?" Horace looked slightly changed, and inexplicable life energy fluctuations appeared in the perception, which was inherited from the fire breathing method of the Dale family, and the breath

"Go down. There's no need to serve here."

Horace turned to look at the standing housekeeper and whispered orders. There was a change in his heart. He still continued to speak and arrange: "guard around. No one is allowed to get close."

"Yes, sir." the housekeeper bowed slightly and retreated away.

When the footsteps disappeared in my ears, there was a silence of three or five seconds in the living room.

"Father, how did you leave limontanlu and come to Valoran?" Horace got up and saluted to the cloak figure, his face full of doubts.

Recently, he has heard of the sudden changes that have taken place in limontanlu.

The sudden disappearance of the violet mage tower and the volant royal family has caused chaos in the Kingdom, and the powerful power shown by the Valoran leader not long ago has frightened all forces.

Including many of the great nobles of limontanlune.

The black cloak was lifted and Gardner's figure was revealed. The leader of the Dale family looked in a hurry. As the chancellor of the Kingdom, he would hide his trace and come to Valoran's collar.

"Can you contact Baron modrian? I need to meet him as soon as possible," Gardner said in a deep voice. He didn't care about the details. Now it's a race against time.

"I'd better wait in the territory in a day or two."

Horace opened his eyes slightly and looked at Gardner in surprise: "I can only try my best. Recently, the Lord seems to have something urgent. The affairs of the territory are handled by Lord svein."

"Swein?" Gardner looked slightly puzzled. Obviously, he knew the existence of Swein. After pondering for a while, he said in a voice: "then arrange for me to meet Lord Swein."

Seeing Horace's inner doubts, Kevin explained: "the recent situation in the kingdom is not very good, and the family needs external help."

"The situation is so bad?" Horace looked grave.

As the hereditary Marquis of stoke Kingdom, the Dale family has inherited nearly a thousand years of blood aristocracy, but now they are looking for external help. He is somewhat unbelievable.

"Maybe, maybe worse than you think."

Kevin shrugged his shoulders as if he remembered something.

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The city of irvindale, the residence of the balas business group, the room where Phelan lived.

The snow-white animal fur was spread on the ground, the red fireplace sent out bursts of heat waves, and the air was filled with refreshing elk incense.

"I thought you'd be a few more days late." Phelan took out a round glass cup from under the tea table and fiddled with some pure lotus pieces.

Gurgle! Gurgle!

Pour the hot water into the teacup, the faint fragrance floats in the nose, and a little white fog rises.

"Try it. It's a royal palace tribute. It can nourish the soul and calm the mind." philan smiled and said, looking at modrian opposite the tea table with a relaxed look.

Gollum!

After a mouthful, modrian smacked his mouth and said comfortably, "it tastes good. Do you have any more? Bring me some back."

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"I can see that you are in a hurry." philan looked helplessly at the guy in front of him, took out a few cans from the space ring and threw them to him.

"I know your purpose. I asked my father for instructions earlier."

"I can promise you that the imperial Southern Legion will not attack the gate of sorrow, but there are preconditions."

Modrian looked bland, but there were ripples in his heart. Sure enough, the balas family had received the news of the battle between the kingdom of beshillik and the kingdom of stoke.

And also guessed the next strategic layout of Valoran.

"What conditions?" said modrian in a deep voice. Since the other party knows his intention, it might as well come straight to the point and talk about the conditions.

"Don't worry, it's about me," Phelan said with a soft smile, a faint blue glow flashing in his eyes.

"In the snow and ice temple, there will be a challenge opportunity for the Templar every ten years to challenge the son."

"Next year is the next challenge. I hope I can get your help."

Modrian did not immediately agree, but looked at Phelan and waited for his next words.

This is not a simple thing. It involves the temple, that is to say, there will be gods behind it.

Valoran leader has just slaughtered the God who hates plague. Although he is a God with weak divine power, he is also a God. If he goes to the eilanfaro empire so rashly, there will inevitably be no additional incidents.

"Don't be so careful." Phelan was quite helpless and finally explained. "This is the business of the balas family, and it will never involve the Valoran collar." then he handed out a letter.

"This is about the Templar challenge."

"At any time, if you have a reply, send a letter to the business group's residence."

Modrian took the stationery and collected it into the space ring together with several cans of round glass cups. He joked, "even after I finish handling things?"

"Of course." Phelan nodded silently and immediately smiled. "With our friendship, I believe you will help me."

"Friendship? Shit friendship," said modrian, swearing and getting up to leave.

In terms of friendship, the relationship between walloran and Wales is also much better than that between Phelan. At least Wales has "contributed" a lot of resources to the development of walloran.

Out of the Barras business group, modrian looked up at the sun hanging in the gray sky and gently stretched his body.

"Hey, the snow and ice temple, the God of snow and ice storm, according to the information obtained, it is at least a great God with weak divine power."

"I hope the so-called Templar challenge will not attract the attention of the gods."

Aware of his eyes behind him, he waved his hand and stepped into the crowded flow of people in irvindale.

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In the bustling streets, modrian walked and felt the changes brought about by the rapid development of irvindale city.

Every street is filled with a wide range of shops. Occasionally, he can see some shops opened by humanoid intelligent life. In a trance, he seems to see some shadows of edalas City, but now it is more prosperous.

"News from Horace, marquis Gardner has arrived in the territory and hopes to meet you." the sun shines on modrian, pulling a shadow on the ground, slightly twisted and undulating.

"Reply to him and send the Marquis of Gardner to tunwobao tonight."

Modrian whispered, walked forward against the flow of people, gradually integrated into it and disappeared.