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The quiet atmosphere suppressed the smell of blood, and the bright magic light shone on the blade of the scarlet rapier, reflecting a deep red brilliance.

Chi!

The bright red brilliance shuttled through the transparent air, causing ripples. Saroyan half-squinted his long and narrow eyes, staring at his younger brother, with the scarlet rapier in his hand hanging on his forehead.

"Dear brother, please say it again, who is back?"

Wrinkling his brows slightly, Sawyer suppressed the reflexive surging life energy in his body, tilted his head, looked indifferently at the crimson rapier that was close at hand, a golden strand of hair scattered over his shoulders.

"Old Eugene of the Shark's Tavern provides the exact source, and you should know his credit."

The golden reputation hidden in the dark is not bought with a golden shield, but accumulated over decades.

"As for the reason I came here, it's very simple. Someone asked me to remind you not to make things too much. Now is the critical moment, and the Dale family may get involved."

The crimson sword awn shreds the luxurious carpet laying on the ground, leaving traces in the air during the active period of the residual life energy.

"Ha, who made the original promise? Who is destroying it now?" Saroyan stared at Sawyer in front of him, and a madness appeared on his feminine face.

"I lost the symbol of a man. I thought I lost the chance for revenge. Now that the time has come, do you think I will give up?"

Looking at the room full of sword marks, Sawyer lowered his eyes, and his sarcasm flashed away. As his elder brother, Saroyan was the third prince of the Stoke Kingdom, and he was also a popular contender for the throne. But after that accident, Saroyan, who lost the symbol of a man, also means that he has completely lost his right to inherit the throne.

Saroyan, who is slightly neurotic at the moment, is the character distortion caused by the follow-up impact of the original incident, extravagant and moody.

Under the exchange of interests, it is hard to imagine that, as the kingdom's third prince, after being humiliated, he could only force the other party to leave the territory of the Stoke Kingdom and never return.

It's ridiculous and it's real!

There is not only the reason for Saroyan himself, but also the reason why the Dale family sacrificed its own inherent interests. The benefits offered by a top noble family are enough to make the Valante family retreat.

"The coming kingdom storm will be your chance and your grave!"

Sawyer took a deep look at Saroyan, who had a grim face, and finally left silently. His warning had already been brought. As for whether Saroyan could hear it, he now knew.

"Who is it that makes me so crazy?"

Strange whispers echoed in the room, and the scarlet rapier slanted into the broken carpet, and Saroyan watched Sawyer disappear into the night.

"It's you, damn, you hypocrites who made me lose everything!"

If the temple priest had come a little earlier, if any mage who was proficient in healing came, how could he have lost the symbol of man, even if he finally took it back? Parts damaged by the impact of life energy have long since become inactive.

"Ha, the final victory has not yet come, and I don't know who will have the last laugh. Is it you? Or me? Or our 'respected' big brother, the trajectory of fate is difficult to see!"

The magic lights shone, illuminating the dilapidated and chaotic room. Saroyan quietly looked at himself in the bronze mirror. His eyebrows were somewhat similar to Guy's, but his face was slightly feminine, with a hint of falcon-like eyes in his eyes. Crazy, slightly curled blonde hair neatly groomed.

He just stared at himself in the territory, allowing time to pass quietly, and the quiet atmosphere became more and more intense, covering this small area.

The breeze rose, and a figure wearing a pure black cloak appeared in the room. After quickly looking around the surroundings, he stood silently in place.

"Hey, His Highness Saroyan, is there anything urgent?" His voice was like the neighing of a poisonous snake, but there was some strange coquettishness, and he couldn't tell whether it was male or female.

"It's time to fulfill the promise, I need to mobilize some of the power of the shadow!" Saroyan turned his body and looked at the person in front of him with feminine and calm eyes.

"Of course, the Lord of Shadows heard your voice." The black figure lowered his face, and an inexplicable voice sounded.

"Who is the target?"

"Horace Lindbergh Dale!"

Silence came, the black figure pressed the cloak very low, the whole person was like a dark shadow, motionless, but the muscles under the cloak could be clearly felt tense, as if a circle of power ripples swept across.

"Hey, the goal this time is a bit... The price you paid before is not enough for us to take action, and the counterattack of the Dale family cannot be borne by anyone!"

"Then what do I have to pay? As long as I have what I have, it can be used as the price for this shot." Saroyan said a little frantically, of course he knew the reputation of the Dale family in the capital, but don't forget, he also He is also the heir to the Valante family, even if this right has long since existed in name.

"I believe that His Royal Highness Saroyan will not be stingy with wealth and power!" The black cloak figure whispered. "There is a small matter that needs to trouble Your Highness now."

"Yu Ling, Lord of Shadows, a noble adult is about to come to the capital. I hope we can help him deal with related matters, but he lacks a sufficient identity!"

"Who is it?" Saroyan raised an eyebrow

, asked suspiciously.

"A son of a viscount, and a lost man!" A strange voice echoed in the room, and a faint black mist filled the four corners of the room.

......................

The dark night shrouded Limontanlu, and the temple of power in the southeast corner was like a sleeping giant half-recumbent in the city, with a solemn atmosphere. Occasionally there are one or two pilgrims passing by in the spacious and solemn building complex. and ritual priests.

"Are you sure about the source?" Agnes Rodney, the red-clothed archbishop of the Temple of Power, opened his turbid eyes and asked softly.

"Yes, Baron Modrian has entered the capital and lives in a residence in the name of the Cecil family." The silver armored knight, who was half-kneeling on the smooth ground, responded respectfully, his icy eyes couldn't hide Chiguo's expression. hatred.

"The timing is not right, we continue to wait!" A dazzling golden light flashed in the turbid eyes, and Agnes sighed inwardly.

The noble council is holding a meeting, and now is the time when the nobles are at their most powerful, even if he is a legend who has stepped into his own path, he has to temporarily avoid the edge.

The most important thing is that Valante V, who has always controlled the power and suppressed the preaching of many temples, has not yet fallen. Even if there is news of a serious illness, no one can be sure of the final fact.

Is it a conspiracy? or fact?

The viscous and bloody clean-ups from the previous few times converged into a single blood, which flowed down the streets of Limontanlu, and the rust-like smell has not yet dissipated.

"Father is watching here, and the brilliance of power will once again favor this 'desolate' land."

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