Dahler family residence, reception hall.

The bright magic lights reflect the red and white floor, the red crystal like gravel is dotted with the sprayed gold wall, the red copper fireplace emits heating, and the crystal chandelier hanging around the corner is also a little red, like a flame blue wave, rippling in the glass dome.

This style is very consistent with the noble coat of arms of the Dale family: the burning flame.

At the entrance of the reception hall, the servants and housekeepers were abandoned. The two brothers, the Marquis of Gardner and the count of Hewlett, stood in place one after another, silently waiting for the guests to arrive.

Compared with the calm of the Marquis Gardner, count Hewlett's face was a little curious.

Not long ago, Valoran received a message that someone would be arranged to deal with the impending aristocratic split in limontanlune.

Listening to the meaning passed by Horace seems to represent some bloody meaning.

Count Hewlett gently raised his eyes, looked at Gardner in front of him, and sighed.

No one can stay out of the dark tide of the kingdom.

This is different from the previous dispute over the throne, which is an internal matter of the Kingdom itself. Now the military attack launched by the kingdom of behlik has involved the interests of the nobility and even the inheritance of the nobility.

Most of the blood aristocrats and meritorious aristocrats have made a choice, basically the kingdoms and principalities around the stoke Kingdom, while the Dale family gave up many olive branches in front of them and chose the Valoran collar in the north.

"The gamble of fate," whispered count Hewlett.

Da Da! Da Da! Da Da!

Light footsteps echoed in the corridor. The Marquis of Gardner and the count of Hewlett looked slightly neat and looked at the source of the sound. The people they were waiting for had arrived.

A black leather dress covered the sexy figure, crimson long hair spread around the back, and the ferocious dagger across the waist attracted their attention.

Looking back, there was a column of almost decorated assassins, with a number of 10.

"Marquis Gardner?" said the woman with long crimson hair, and the scar on her left eye looked fierce. "Ordered to get the mission information." the voice fell. She took out the flame badge from her arms and threw it to the Marquis Gardner.

After receiving the familiar coat of arms, a symbol of Horace's identity, the Marquis Gardner looked unchanged and said calmly, "I don't know your name?"

"Katrina."

"Lord Katrina, I have prepared dinner..." the Marquis of Gardner said, pointing to the reception hall behind him, and paying attention to the assassins in black leather without trace.

Under the light, the perfect figure is prominent. Unexpectedly, it is all composed of women.

With a light eyebrow, Katrina immediately refused and said, "no, the task is important."

"OK, this is the list of people who collude with outsiders this time." the Marquis of Gardner was not angry and looked relaxed. In the news, he knew that some strong men in Valoran had strange tempers.

In due course, count Hewlett took out a letter paper with the emblem of fire and put it in the hand of the Marquis of Gardner.

"It contains some banquet time. It seems that there will be a banquet tonight... Well, it's the tentacle extended by King fadirha."

With a slight smile, the Marquis of Gardner continued: "I have something to go to the front. You can contact Hewlett for the task information behind. He will try his best to help adults."

Katrina looked at the Marquis Gardner with burning eyes. Her right hand was gently raised. The red life energy like a chain wrapped around the stationery and took it back to the palm of her hand.

And he led the unknown blade away from the reception hall without looking back.

"As long as the mission information is accurate, if there is anything abnormal, I will carry Hewlett's head to explain to the Lord."

For a long time, the entrance of the reception hall was very quiet, and occasionally the lights flickered and the sound fluctuated.

"How do you feel?" Marquis Gardner suddenly opened his mouth, narrowed his eyes slightly, and the red flame loomed.

"Very strong!" thought count Hewlett for a moment. "It's not generally strong. At least I didn't feel the fatal danger at that time in many strong people in Limon Tanlu."

His face was a little hesitant. He glanced at Gardner and continued, "it's just that I haven't heard Horace mention the situation of Lord Katrina."

The Marquis of Gardner turned, looked at his brother in front of him and said softly, "it is because I haven't seen him that such a Valoran collar is worthy of the loyalty of the Dale family."

"I have a hunch that the Dale family will bloom the most glorious moment in our hands."

Hearing the speech, count Hewlett was slightly silent, and his inexplicable emotion flowed in his eyes: "why did you let me hand over with her? I noticed that her tone was not a joke... It was really holding my head."

"Ha ha, don't worry too much." the Marquis of Gardner patted Hewlett on the shoulder and comforted him. "Everything has been arranged in advance. Moreover, in limontanlu, the reputation of the Dale family still carries weight."

"As for me, the situation on the front line is not optimistic. Dakama sent a message that NUU fortress needs support."

"We can't put all our hopes on the Valoran leader. At least we should show our self-worth, so I will leave limontanlu tonight and lead the family's flame knights to NUU fortress."

Turning around and looking at the luxury of the reception hall, the Marquis of Gardner saw the current situation of limontanlu.

Prosperity is no longer, the dark tide is surging.

After thinking about it, he looked at Hewlett and said in a deep voice, "the excuse for illness before has been suspicious. Once any bloody event happens later, it is inevitable to expose the relationship between the Dale family and the Valoran collar in advance."

"Going to nuwu fortress this time will be a very good excuse to get out of sight."

"Well, it's getting late. I should make preparations. Please pay more attention to things in the family."

"You won't live up to your expectations, brother," Hewlett nodded heavily and promised, and soon he seemed to think of something.

"I've heard that Viscount Brooke of the Peres family is also seeking some help. Do we..."

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It's night, aristocratic area, Clarence hall.

The long-lasting magic lights illuminate the whole guild hall, and the golden glazed eaves reflect hazy starlight.

The killing of princes has not affected this famous banquet place in Limon tantalum, and it seems more prosperous looking at the traffic at the door.

Looking closely, the crowded carriages are mostly engraved with different aristocratic badges, which means that tonight's banquet is mostly attended by blood aristocrats and meritorious aristocrats.

One of the most noticeable is that the sign erected at the door of Clarence hall looks like a drop of water. It is the noble coat of arms of the baker family, the great aristocrat in the south of the kingdom.