"Mr. Scholar, thank you for coming."

Just as Nuowen walked out of the Fitz Club with a slight drunken face and proudly looked like a spring breeze, the servant standing beside the door said goodbye to him with a polite smile.

A familiar voice came from his ears that made him stunned. He turned his head and saw that the attendant was Binn, who had not seen for a long time.

"Binn?"

"Yes, Scholar."

"Why haven't I seen you these days? Is there something wrong?" he said in confusion.

"Something happened at home recently, so I took a leave for a while and left." Binn explained with a smile.

"I see."

Nuowen shook his body lightly and reached out to hook him on his shoulder.

"Binn, look, I have the ability to come to find Bilin again now! How about it? I once said that I will definitely see Bilin again."

Binn held Nuowen's shoulder, endured the smell of wine from his mouth between his nose, and said, "Scholar, I heard about this matter when I came back. I heard that you have recently received the trust from His Highness the Great Prince."

"That's right!"

Nuowen broke free from Binn's support and smiled, with a proud and conceited look on his face and said loudly: "You don't even look at who I am? As the first scholar and aide in the Great Prince's Mansion, you can't fall down at will. Those people are far from qualified to replace me!"

"Sir Scholar, you're drunk."

Binn observed the pedestrians around him looking sideways, quietly pulled his body away from the club door and said softly.

"I'm not drunk, I just had a few drinks with Bilin." Nuowen pushed Bin away impatiently, and his dissatisfaction was revealed on his face.

"I know, I know."

Binn quickly agreed, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at the club door.

At this time, the movement at the door had already caused the guards in the club who were responsible for causing trouble. If Nuowen continued to make trouble, they would ignore his insignificant identity and thug.

"Mr. Scholar, aren't you in a hurry to go back to the Great Prince's Mansion now? If His Highness suddenly has something to summon, but you are not by your side..."

As soon as the words of concern seemed to be concerned but actually threatening came out of Binn's mouth, Nuowen's drunkenness surged into his head also sobered up. He smiled at Binn and looked deeply at the burly and majestic guards behind him who were unkind and magnificent.

He was not stupid, but he just had a little drunkenness that made his behavior more indulgent than usual. Now he could naturally see the hidden danger.

"Benn, thank you for your kindness, I hope you have time to have a drink together."

He patted his shoulder.

"Scholar, please be polite."

Binn responded with the etiquette of his attendant, but the two of them walked away from the club more and more quietly.

"I'll go back to the palace first, Binn, don't forget. Next time I invite you to drink, please do not refuse."

After walking to a slightly safer street, Nuowen began to say goodbye to Binen, and before leaving, he gave some words of gratitude.

Looking at Nuowen's figure gradually fading away, Binn shook his head. Although Nuowen seems to be in glory again now, the bottomless pit of the Fitz Club that makes money will make him sink again sooner or later.

He didn't say anything dissuasion because he knew that those words had no effect at all.

Besides, he and he are not friends. If you count them seriously, his correct approach should be to constantly win him over and continue to invest money in the club, after all, he is the service attendant of this club.

...

After returning to the palace with a familiarity, he greeted the servants and maids of the palace casually. After asking about the news that His Highness had not summoned him, Nuowen also felt refreshed.

He likes his current life.

Status, power, money, everything is fascinating, and everything is indispensable.

Only now did he understand that perhaps this is the meaning of a man's life.

Before he knew it, he walked to a garden and felt the bright vitality of the summer afternoon. However, before he could feel unnecessary emotion, a familiar voice instantly disrupted his mind.

"Nuowen."

Someone is calling him.

He turned his gaze to the source of the sound, and it was him.

His nominal master, the young man, Drank Shalan.

After some days of understanding, he finally learned the true identity of the young man who saved him. He was indeed a nobleman, but a down-and-out nobleman who was forced to escape from his hometown by his brother.

And he probably guessed in his heart why he saved him a few months ago.

Because he wanted to serve the eldest prince and take back everything he had in the future.

His heart was very uncomfortable. He didn't expect that he would be used again. His gratitude towards the young man was weak and thin, replaced by a hidden deep resentment.

He hates being used! He hates being played with in his hands like a fool.

However, he only keeps these thoughts in his heart and will never be easily revealed.

"Sir Xialan, why are you here?"

When Nuowen saw Xia Lan, he quickly asked with a respectful attitude.

"Your Highness has completed my mission, so I naturally come back here and wait for your new mission again." Xia Lan said casually with her hands behind her back: "Speaking of it, Nuowen, I just heard from the people in the mansion that you have often visited the Fez Club to see Bilin again in recent times?"

Nuowen's heart was thunderous and he couldn't help but answered quickly: "Sir, it's just that things are a little free during this period, so..."

"Nuowen, have you forgotten your promise to me?"

Xia Lan reached out and stroked a bright red flower and said to herself.

Of course, Nuowen remembered that he had promised him that he would not meet again before successfully rescuing Bilin, but he personally ruined the agreement.

However, the situation at that time had made Nuowen have no choice but to obey the other party's instructions. But now? He has regained a more powerful position than before. Although the eldest prince has not agreed to his request, sooner or later, His Highness will agree.

Although he was very afraid of the nominal master in front of him, because the other party gave him everything he had now, all of this was his use of himself. Whether he would help him rescue Bilin might be a handle to threaten him.

The undescending spirit of alcohol has grown stronger with his random thoughts. He raised his courage and said to Xia Lan: "Sir, I admit that I have broken my promises, but now it is different. Now, the succession of His Highness on the throne is almost certain. As long as His Highness ascends to the throne, the matter of rescuing Bilin will be simple. The rigid promises will not bring any use..."

"Nuowen, I didn't expect your eloquence and courage to become more and more impressive."

This is the first time Xia Lan looks at the other person in front of her eyes.

From what he said just now, there is no doubt that he can't wait to break away from his control and he wants to betray him!

He hates repetitive people.

He once said in his heart that as long as he violated his original promise, he would definitely kill him.

"Don't forget, you are my servant."

"Sir, we are indeed a master-servant relationship in name, but in fact we did not sign the master-servant contract." Nuowen retorted with nervousness.

"Nuowen, then how about we sign now?" Xia Lan said to him with a meaningful smile.

"this--"

Nuowen was stunned, and just wanted to refuse but he was stuck. Could it be that he really wanted to break up with the other party?

Everything he has made now is caused by him, so he may have a way to take away everything he has now, and is he ready to fight him to the end?

For a moment, he fell into a conflict.

"Mr. Xialan, Lord Nuowen, I will invite you to the study in front of you at your will."

Suddenly, a servant hurried to the garden and summoned them to the two of them.

Hearing the attendant's words, Nuowen felt relieved and faced Xia Lan and said quickly: "Sir, why not wait until we have met Your Highness before we continue to talk about the issues just now."

Xia Lan nodded and looked at Nuowen's figure that quickly left, but involuntarily pulled off a bright red petal from her hand.

...

study.

Sasso sat at the table and savored hot tea as usual. There was no one in the room except Xia Lan and Nowen, and even Bedwen, who was the most trustworthy.

"Nowen, I want to hear about Sugro's side."

He put down the teacup and asked Nuowen alone.

"Your Highness doesn't know which aspect of Sugro wants to hear?" Nowen saluted respectfully.

"Sugro's threat to the kingdom." Sasso said lightly.

Xia Lan stood aside and closed her eyes to rest. When she heard Sasso's question, her thoughts changed in an instant.

After Nuowen sorted out his thoughts, he said jokingly: "Your Highness, as we all know, Sugro is a soul warrior created by the ancient god of the underworld. After the battle of the gods, the counterattack of the tribes completely drove them out of the center of Elderland, and avoided the current haze. From then on, there was no revival... The survival of those monsters has always paid attention to the prejudice of the weak, so the conflicts between them have never stopped, but it is undeniable that once those monsters unite, the strength they burst out is definitely an extremely terrifying torrent of destruction, resurrecting the dead, depriving the thoughts, spreading the black land..."

"Can Adria alone resist their invasion?" Sasso suddenly interrupted.

"Your Highness, my subordinates cannot understand this, but if Sogro really dares to invade in full swing, then we can ask for help from the Holy Temple of Light, and perhaps we can launch a holy war to completely destroy Sogro, but... we may pay a great price for it." Nowen said carefully.

Nowen's answer did not show directly whether Adria had the ability to resist Sugro's invasion, and those who were interested could hear the meaning of his words at once.

Adria does not have this ability.

Sasso was silent for a long time.

If he takes up the throne in the future, this kingdom will probably become riddled with holes.
Chapter completed!