In the palace hall, flickering magical lights shone down the smooth floor, reflecting a touch of crimson color.

Modrian was interested in Herbert's proposed collaboration.

The rise of Valoran is too short, although the strength is barely enough, but in terms of news, they obviously have many shortcomings.

Especially about the secret information about the Karadimos Continent and the gods, Valoran's territory is almost blank, and even some of the information obtained now is obtained by relying on the exchange of intelligence resources.

Perhaps Valoran could learn something interesting about this collaboration through the Mokawi family.

For example, the prophecy of the Lord God of Fate this time was an unexpected but rich harvest.

"Sigrid?"

Following Modrian's gaze, Herbert looked at Sigrid on the side of the white jade seat, and there was a trace of blood belonging to the Morkawi family in his cloudy blood.

Recalling the family intelligence information before this trip, Herbert knew that the descendants of the blood clan in front of him were pawns of the Mokawi family that had been exiled in the Stoke Kingdom, but now they could stand in front of him, the ancestor of the blood clan.

Very interesting change of fate.

"The Mokawi family is looking forward to working with Valoran Collar." Herbert put his hands at his sides, bowed his head slightly, and saluted Modrian with the old aristocratic etiquette.

No one noticed that just as Herbert lowered his head, a strange smile flashed on his handsome face.

Arranging for a descendant of the Mokawi family to be emissaries is a 'good' idea.

In the following time, as the two sides reached a certain consensus, the atmosphere in the palace hall became more and more relaxed.

Modrian and Herbert began to engage in friendly conversations, mostly about the main material plane and the Bottomless Abyss, as well as some exchange of information.

And the death of Marjery, the two kept silent, and it seems that there has never been a legendary fall event.

In the course of the conversation between the two, Herbert's aristocratic etiquette was used to beat Modrian in all directions.

If Scarlet Wing Herbert was a born nobleman, then Modrian was just a toddler who had just entered the aristocratic class.

Aristocratic etiquette?

Modrian showed no concern at all, at least in his opinion, the red tape was useless.

Only really strong strength will make others face up to themselves, and not rely on the so-called aristocratic etiquette.

......

A dim light shines through the dome and into the palace halls.

Herbert's figure turned into blood-colored wings and disappeared into the crimson sky.

Sigrid and Chesterton felt the subtle change in the atmosphere in the palace, glanced at each other, and bowed and left the palace.

"What do you think of the prophecy left by the god of fate?" Modrian sat upright in the white jade chair, leaning forward, his gaze turning to Svein on his left.

"And the Mokawi family's request for cooperation."

Hearing Modrian's inquiry, Svein first pondered for a while, then swept his eyes over Panson and Galen, and said loudly: "The conflict of the gods, the water in here is a little deep. ”

"Although we have killed Grelas, the god of plague abomination, and defeated the clone of Samuel Anyah, the god of lizardmen, I think it would be better for the Valoran Territory not to get involved for the time being."

"The current Valoran Territory should start to control the Stoke Kingdom and digest all the kingdom's benefits."

"As for the cooperation proposed by the Mokawi family, we can make tentative preparations." Svein's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression cold.

"Sigrid is a smart person, and she will make the right choice."

During the Lizardmen War, Draven went out with the army, and Sigrid took over, temporarily taking charge of Noxus Prison for a while, and his performance was not bad.

This also shows that Sigrid is loyal to Valoran.

"Galen, what about you?"

After listening to Svein's suggestion, Modrian looked at Galen on his right-hand side and motioned for him to offer his opinion as well.

"I agree with Svein's suggestion." Galen said calmly, full of restraint.

"The results of the Great Plains of Shatar defeating the lizardmen legions of the Besilik Kingdom and destroying the projection of the Kingdom of God can allow the Valoran Territory to develop with peace of mind for a while."

"This is also a good opportunity to take control of the Stoke Kingdom and precipitate the Valoran Territory."

Galen paused his words, and after thinking for a while, he said with a solemn expression: "The prophecy of the god of fate, I think it can be ignored for the time being, judging from the attitude of the Mokawi family, the signs of the prophecy have not yet begun. ”

Modrian nodded, Svein and Galen had the same suggestion, then the future Valoran Lord's focus would be on the Stoke Kingdom.

As if remembering something, he looked at Pan Sen and asked, "What is Herbert's strength?" ”

"Yes, but that's about it." Pan Sen said without hesitation, he had already felt the smell of the guy as early as Herbert approached the palace hall.

Slightly weaker than the lizardman god Samuel Anya's god clone, but much stronger than the other two lizardman gods.

As for the specific strength, it needs to be fought to be completely known.

After Mordrian, who was leaning on the white jade seat, got the answer he wanted, his expression was much more relaxed, Pan Sen's strength was a small number of the top in Valoran's collar, not to mention stronger than him, but there were a few who could be compared with him.

After dealing with the affairs of the Morkawi family, Mordrian did not stay in Chiyan City for long, the pervasive sense of rejection in the Abyss of Original Sin made him uncomfortable, coupled with the faint smell of blood in the air, he chose to return to the main matter plane.

......

The continent of Karadimos, the land of the far north.

The icy wind swept up large snowflakes like a silver ocean drowning the earth.

At the end of the field of vision, the group of mage towers standing tall resembles bright lighthouses, scattering a crystal glow, reflecting the dim sky.

The top of the tower.

The sleeping old mage closed his eyes as if sensing a subtle fluctuation of magic, and gently opened his eyes, and a faint blue light illuminated the top of the tower.

"This fluctuation ...... It's the Tablet of Destiny! ”

The old mage looked solemnly, looking up at the blue-white mage dome, the brilliant star catalogue shimmering brightly or darkly, and the gray-brown Destiny Slab in the center of the catalogue was emerging with a gray color.

The once changed trajectory of fate is slowly returning to its established track, and the illusory light slowly walks on the mottled surface of the stone slab, leaving an unusually clear trace.

"The self-correction of fate?"

Staring at the changes in the slate of fate, the old mage whispered, even if the trajectory of fate returned to normal, but the traces of the change were like white jade flaws that were eye-catching.

"Valoran Collar!" The old mage recalled the protagonist in the last plague incident, and his expression was solemn.