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Loneliness is the process of finding oneself.

Friends, two ordinary words make up not simple words, but they can interrupt the boring and lonely process for you.

Modrian hadn't chatted like this for a long time. In Valoran Territory, he was the supreme lord. Loneliness and loneliness were accompanied by loneliness. Occasionally getting along with heroes was part of the relaxing time.

The conversation with Lambert made his lonely mentality slightly relaxed. Some interesting hearings would cause a smile from the heart. It also broke the two-year gap and returned to the feeling of getting along with him once.

Benefit? Or seek?

Modrian doesn't think about things with a dark mind, at least when he was in trouble, Lambert could still visit Fort Dive and leave a lot of warnings.

The pleasant conversation in the corner also attracted the attention of most of the nobles in the banquet at this time, and they were using a more careful method to peep here.

One is a newly rising real power noble in the northern part of the kingdom, whose iron-blooded prestige has deterred many forces, and the other is the heir of the Harriman family. He has not been forgotten in the two years since he left, and it is only because of the Harriman surname he bears that he is prominent in the world. kingdom.

The dark tide, which had been surging slightly, stagnated in this sudden conversation. If they had the support of the Harriman family, their actions to seek benefits would seem a bit ridiculous.

In the northern part of the huge kingdom, apart from the Gate of Sorrow, even the Geoffrey family could not ignore the voice of the Harriman family, not to mention the so-called 'top' nobles who were attached to Edalas City. (A statement made by some fools to deceive themselves.)

"Baron Mordrian, well."

At the time of drinking, the white-haired butler Atley quietly approached, with a gentle smile on his wrinkled face, and a heartfelt joy in his tone.

"Nice to meet you." Modrian stood up to greet you, nodded slightly and said with a smile. In recent years, in his contacts with the interests of the Harriman family, he noticed the particularity of Butler Atley, far from being as ordinary as the old butler. .

The white-haired old man nodded slightly and bowed to show respect. "Count Raphael, please, please move Baron Modrian to the side hall."

Hearing this, Modrian raised his brows slightly and made a very formal invitation. It seems that this banquet is purposeful, but I don't know if it is related to the rumors of Limontanlu. (Limontanlu, the capital of Stoke Kingdom.)

"It's an honor!" Modrian got up and left this dark corner. Poppy and Gragas also noticed the change in the atmosphere and stayed by Modrian's side.

Butler Atley maintained standard aristocratic etiquette, lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at everything in front of him, but did not stop it. This is the privilege of the strong. In tonight's banquet, Modrian is one of the very few people with privileges. one.

"Master Lambert, Master Raphael also asked you to come over, you should get in touch with some things now." Butler Atley finally said before leaving.

Entering the climax of the banquet, it ended when I saw people coming out of the dark corner one after another.

The slightly restless atmosphere was like cold water, and there was a moment of silence, and then bursts of noise covered the beautiful dance music.

Many nobles suddenly looked embarrassed when they saw the scene in front of them. The Harriman family was not something they could provoke. The controller of Edalas City, who had not changed for hundreds of years, was even more terrifying than the newly-rising little guy.

No matter how attractive the interests are, they cannot compare to the beauty of life.

For the unexpected situation at this moment, Modrian does not know, even if he knows, he will not care about this group of jumping clowns. The power of the group is indeed huge, but it is easier to face stronger and more tyrannical forces. collapse.

And the power he wields now is enough to ignore the framework of the northern limits of the kingdom.

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The side hall is located in an elegant box on the second floor of the main banquet hall. The meticulously engraved rune formation is dotted with wall coverings, which have two different effects of isolation and protection.

"Baron Mordrian, Master Lambert, please come in!"

Butler Atley pushed open the door, turned to look at the people behind him and said, his eyes stopped slightly on the bodies of Poppy and Gragas.

Seeing this, Modrian understood and motioned for the two to wait outside, just separated by a wall. He didn't believe that these two guys who liked to be restless would be stumped.

After Modrian and Lambert entered, Butler Atley closed the door and stood alone outside the box, like a frozen statue, still.

On the other hand, Poppy and Gragas leaned against the wall indifferently, staring at each other.

"Count Raphael, Viscount Rockefeller, and Lambert, the core figures of the Harriman family are all here."

Modrian looked at the situation in the room, and sighed inwardly. There was no good banquet, and he fell into a trap this time. (Viscount Rockefeller, first in line to the Harriman family, had met several times, and was Lambert's father.)

At the climax of the banquet, he invited me in a grand manner. Is this going to impose something on me? Or is the purpose of this banquet just for this meeting?

"And the guy in the grey cloak."

When Modrian walked to the conference table, the corner of his eye glanced slightly at the figure who had never moved, thinking silently in his mind, he remembered Uncle Benny's warning words.

The nobility has always been based on interests. Now that the Harriman family has officially invited him, it means that this meeting is definitely not easy. As for Lamber

Special, the sudden return of the outstanding heir of the Harriman family is obviously also what Count Raphael meant.

"Count Raphael, okay!" Modrian stopped at the conference table and bowed slightly, "Viscount Rockefeller, okay."

Then he looked at the last figure hidden by the gray cloak, his tone paused, as if he didn't know what to call it.

There was a quiet atmosphere, and the air seemed to freeze.

Count Raphael raised his wine glass, his silver white hair fell in front of his eyes, and those turbid eyes were always watching everything in front of him.

Two people with similar destiny meet at this moment.

"Guy Craigie Valante, it's a pleasure to meet you, Baron Mordrian!" The pale and slender palms lifted the gray cloak, the blue hair was scattered, revealing an angular face, with deep eyes watching Modrian.

A stunned expression appeared on his face, and Modrian's heart was filled with stormy waves, and the name of the person in front of him could not help but make people think of it.

Valante, the surname of the royal family of Stoke.

Craigie, the christian name given by the legendary name, has a fairly close relationship with the owner.

Am I being completely pulled into the water? Modrian expected that the banquet would not be easy, but he did not expect it to be so terrifying.

The battle for kingship!

What he had tried so hard to avoid was involved at this moment and witnessed by many noble forces at the banquet.

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