Modrian, who had just been rinsed with cold water, felt much better, wiped his body casually, put on a civilian dress, and lay down in a rocking chair near the balcony, looking up at the bright stars in the night.

Babble! Babble!

The rocking chair made a grinding sound, and Modrian adjusted his body slightly, his tired face showed a comfortable expression, this is a rocking chair made according to the memories of his previous life, he especially likes it, and it can remind him of some good memories of his previous life occasionally.

Today should be the most tiring day in the last six months.

An entire afternoon of dealing with the squeezing business, coupled with the occasional discussion with Darius about the direction of Valoran's military development, almost drained his spirit.

"Sometimes, I can't believe that everything is real." Modrian let out an inexplicable sigh, and in just two years, he went from the second son of a nobleman who had nothing to a powerful baron who shocked the Northland.

The mediocre, the gifted, the noble!

The mediocre is what others think of him, the gifted will be the name of the future, and the nobility is the status symbol that is acquired now.

Modrian stretched out his right hand, and the materialized scarlet life energy slowly gathered in the palm of his hand, these are illusory existences, and only his own strength is the thing that can best reflect himself.

The real power of the nobles, he has killed a lot; There are also a few talents who have fallen into his hands, so after some things can be delegated to the hero, he began to pursue his own strength.

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[Name: Modrian Perris]

[Strength: Great Knight {Knight's Body, Crimson Breathing Method}]

[Blue Essence: 424 points]

[Orange Essence: 0 o'clock]

[Victory Points: 0 points]

[Item: None]

[Golden Shield: 54284]

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The pinnacle of the big knights, this is the strength of Modrian now. {The system only shows the current strength realm.} }

It was also after breaking through to the peak of the Great Knight that he felt obvious shackles preventing him from entering a higher realm, which may be the so-called talent limitation.

But Modrian didn't care, with the help of the system, he was a mediocre man from the knight's apprentice, all the way to the peak of the big knight.

As for the knight chief, even the legend, in his opinion, it is just a matter of course after the accumulation of heroes.

Call!

The materialized scarlet life energy dissipated, and Modrian stared blankly at the dark night, trance-like to see many things from the bright starlight, pictures of past lives, memories of the past, bits and pieces of this world.

It's been a long time since I've been so relaxed.

It seems that since leaving Perris Castle and going to the town of Irwindale, he has been worried about survival, and now, he is a baron of real power, and he has become a nobleman who was once hated.

Perris Castle!

Modrian's expression moved slightly, remembering some broken memories of this life, as if he hadn't paid attention to the news there for a long time.

He turned his head to look at the wooden table in the room, where two sumptuous invitations lay quietly, one of them from Perris Castle, from the strange 'father'.

"My second son, who was abandoned, has you been so obsessed with it?" Modrian smiled mockingly, the embarrassed appearance of leaving was still etched in the depths of his soul.

As for the castle of Perris, there is only one person who can still make him fall in love, his half-sister - Sophia Perris.

If it weren't for Sophia's parting gift, perhaps in the wilderness plains, he would have slept in that desolate place and bid farewell to the world.

Babble! Babble!

Modrian's head was confused, and he fell asleep in the rocking chair, sleeping peacefully, like a lonely child.

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The next morning, the morning light fell on the main castle, waking up the sleeping Modrian, and after a hurried breakfast, he left Fort Dig with Poppy and a group of Noxian Scarlet Cavalry and headed for the town of Irwindale.

Last night, the Shadowmen informed him that Moderian had met Gregory and Barrel Gugaras, who had been called the 'Bastard Drunkard' by the Yodelers, a kilometer away from the town of Irwindale.

"Your Lord!" Gregory came close on a red warhorse in armor and said in a respectful voice.

Modrian nodded, and then looked at Gugaras, who was still unmoved, his fat figure too much to attract attention.

As if sensing Modrian's gaze, Gugaras rubbed his big red nose and took a sip from the cask of ale he held in his left hand.

"Hiccup....... Child....... Gugaras only loved to drink, and didn't know anything else. ”

Come on. Modrian was completely helpless when he heard this, this kind of 'bastard' personality is no wonder Bobby and Teemo gritted their teeth when they talked about it.

However, the wicked have their own 'wicked' grinding, which is fate.

"Ha, Gugaras, do you owe me the ale?" Poppy jumped out from behind Modrian, holding Oren's hammer in both hands, and walked towards the 'bastard' who was pretending to be drunk.

Gugaras looked in a trance at Oren's Hammer, which had a faint golden glow, and his honest face was piled up with an honest smile.

"Of course it's brewed, it's all in my tavern, how can someone as faithful as me owe Cutie Bobby's ale."

"Alas!" Modrian sighed in vain, this is completely different from the character of Barrel Gugaras introduced in League of Legends.

He remembered that in the League of Legends universe, Gugaras was an impulsive, unpredictable and noisy drunkard whose favorite activity was to smash barrels and heads,

Yes, smash your head and attack the target with a headbutt!

Thanks to his temperamental temper, drinking with Gugaras is always a dangerous proposition.

It is also because of his unswerving love for ale that he once went deep into Ferreljord in search of the purest polar water, for which he entered the abyss of weeping.

In the end, he succeeded, bringing out a flawless, never-before-seen piece of crushed ice.

Not only does this piece of crushed ice have an incredible ability to dip his stock ale, but it also has a very convenient side effect – it freezes the brewed liquid at the optimal serving temperature.

That's why Gugaras can drink the most mellow ale anytime, anywhere. {Legend has it that Happy Hour is made from this ale.} }

A man of this personality is completely different from Gugaras, who is now known as a 'bastard'.

Of course, the harmonious and friendly atmosphere between his heroes is what Modrian needs. So far, he has been receptive to the character of his heroes.

"Let's talk about it, what happened the night before yesterday, the bishop of the Temple of Power has sued Fort Digwo." Modrian ignored the troublesome Bobby and Gugaras, and as he rode forward, he looked back at Gregory, who had always followed him.

"There are missionaries who want to force some Noxian Imperial cavalry to believe in the god of power, and forcibly cast magic on them." Gregory smiled and said that the beliefs of the Noxians were not so easy to change.

"Those missionaries failed, and then were discovered by the awakened Noxian Imperial cavalry, and the two clashed."

"Hmm........ There are quite a few transcendent knights among the missionaries, and there is even a strong man at the peak of knighthood, so just in case, I asked the Shadowstream to call Lord Gugaras. ”

"Who would have thought that Lord Gugaras would kill them all at once with a slight effort, huh...... It's a bit miserable! Gregory shrugged his shoulders as if it wasn't his business and that everything was 'accidental'.

"By the way, my lord, this morning, the Bishop of the Temple of Power, Nancy Peters, came to visit, saying that he wanted to meet your lordship."

It's Gugaras again!

Modrian was completely speechless, but after hearing Gregory's next words, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "It seems that the power temple is quite powerful in the territory, and even my whereabouts can be detected." ”

"Go back and see the so-called Temple of Strength, and see what it is."