League of Legends Invades Another World

Loneliness is the process of finding oneself.

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

Modrian hasn't chatted like this for a long time. In Valoran, he is the supreme lord, loneliness and loneliness accompany him, and occasionally getting along with heroes is part of the easy time.

The conversation with Lambert made his lonely mind 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 himself.

Benefit? Still seeking?

Modrian would not think about something with a dark mind, at least when he was in trouble, Lambert was still able to visit Fort Diwar and leave a lot of warnings.

The cozy conversation in the corner also attracted the attention of most of the nobles in the banquet at this time, and they were peeping here in a more careful way.

One is a newly-emerging powerful nobleman 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, only because the Harriman surname carried on his back made him prominent. kingdom.

The dark tide, which was originally surging slightly, stagnated in this sudden conversation. If they had the support of the Harriman family, their actions for profit seemed a bit ridiculous.

In the huge northern part of the kingdom, apart from the Gate of Sorrow, even the Jeffrey family could not ignore the voice of the Harriman family, let alone the so-called ‘top’ aristocrats attached to the city of Edaras. (Some stupid people deceive themselves.)

"Baron Modrian, well."

At the moment of drinking, the white-haired butler Ateli approached quietly, his wrinkled face with a gentle smile, and his tone of heartfelt joy.

"Nice to meet you." Modrian got up to greet him, and said with a slight nod. In recent years, in contact with the interests of the Harriman family, he noticed that the speciality of Butler Atley was far from being as ordinary as the old butler. .

The white-haired old man nodded slightly and bent over to show respect. "Earl Raphael would like to ask, please trouble Baron Modrian to move to the side of the hall."

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

"It's an honor!" Modrian got up and left this dark corner. Bobby and Gulagas also noticed the change in atmosphere and stayed close to Modrian's side.

Butler Atley maintained the standard aristocratic etiquette, with slightly lowered eyes, 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 go there. You should be in touch with some things now." Atelier Butler finally said before leaving.

The climax of the banquet came to a halt when I saw people coming out of the dark corner one after another.

The slightly restless atmosphere seemed to be extinguished by cold water, and there was a moment of silence, and the noises of noise immediately obscured the sound of beautiful dance music.

Many aristocrats were suddenly embarrassed when they saw the scene before them. The Harriman family was not the one they could provoke. The city of Edaras had not changed for hundreds of years, and it was even more terrifying than the newly emerging little guy.

No matter how attractive the interest is, it cannot compare to the beauty of life.

Regarding the unexpected situation at this moment, Modrian didn't know, even if he knew it, he would 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 uses now is enough to ignore the limited framework of the northern kingdom.

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

"Baron Modrian, Master Lambert, come in!"

Butler Ateli pushed open the door, turned and looked at the people behind him and said, his eyes staying slightly on the bodies of Bobby and Gulagas.

Upon seeing this, Modrian understood, and motioned to the two of them to wait outside, separated by a wall. He didn't believe that he would be embarrassed by these two restless guys.

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

On the contrary, Bobby and Gulagas, leaning on the wall indifferently, stared at each other with big eyes.

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

Modrian looked around the room and sighed alone. There was no good feast. He fell into a trap this time. (Viscount Rockefeller, the first heir to the Harriman family, met several times, is Lambert's father.)

At the climax of the banquet, I was invited grandiosely. Is this going to impose something on me? Or is the purpose of this banquet just for this meeting?

"And the guy in the gray cloak. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

As Modrian walked to the conference table, the light from the corner of his eyes glanced at the figure who had never moved, thinking silently in his mind, he remembered Uncle Benny's warning.

The nobility has always focused on interests. Now that the Harriman family officially invites him, it shows that the meeting is definitely not easy. As for Lambert, the outstanding heir of the Harriman family suddenly returned, and it is obviously also the Earl Raphael’s. mean.

"Earl Raphael, all right!" Modrian stopped at the conference table, leaning slightly and said, "all right, Viscount Rockefeller."

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

The quiet atmosphere enveloped, and the air seemed to freeze.

Count Raphael held up his wine glass, his silver white hair fell in front of his eyes, his turbid eyes staring at everything in front of him.

Two people with similar fate meet at this moment.

"Guy Craig Valant, nice to meet you, Baron Modrian!" The gray cloak was lifted up by the white and slender palms, the blue hair was scattered, revealing an angular face, deep eyes watching Modrian.

An expression of astonishment appeared on his face, Modrian's heart was full of stormy waves, and the name of the person in front of him couldn't help but make people think of it.

Valant, the surname of the royal family of King Stoke.

Craig, the given name given by the legendary name, has a very close relationship with the owner.

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

The battle for kingship!

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