Visits between nobles are very traditional and complicated, and it is necessary to prepare a greeting in advance and confirm whether the other party is willing to meet, otherwise it will lose face and become a joke of high society.

Of course, there will be no aristocrats who are so resolute, with interests in the first place and face in the back.

In his previous life, as a person who failed in social interpersonal relationships, Modrian was more fortunate that the Perris family was a meritorious noble, and Benny Izzy also belonged to the meritorious aristocratic faction, and there were not so many requirements for mutual visits, which were very direct.

However, judging from the current situation, Modrian, as the outcast of the family, took into account Benny Izzy's thoughts, judging from his previous behavior in Edalas City, Benny Izz was neutral, and he did not want to participate in the inheritance struggle of the Perris family.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Modrian tapped lightly on the wooden table with his left hand, his brows furrowed, if he visited in person, Benny Izzy would most likely turn him away, and the help from outside the city was already considered benevolent.

It's realistic, whatever else, Benny Izzy can do that as the garrison of Edalas City, and that's the change in power and status.

It is precisely for this reason that in the north of the kingdom, only Benny Izzy can help Modrian obtain the hidden abandoned sentry, and the relationship between the meritorious nobles is not so complicated and dark.

There are not many suitable candidates to go, and Cooper, who used to be Viscount Brooke's personal soldier, is the best choice.

After deciding, Modrian was ready to arrange for Cooper to rush to Edalas City tomorrow, he felt that time was running out to establish his logistics base as soon as possible, and his brother and the Jeffrey family would not allow him to develop quietly.

......................

The wait was always long, and the irritability in his heart interfered with Modrian, and it was hard to imagine that one day he would be so restless that he would not even be able to meditate on the Scarlet Breathing Method.

In his free time, Modrian mostly chooses to listen to the chats between mercenaries and merchants in the tavern, passing the time of boredom, which can be regarded as learning about the mainland.

Occasionally, he and Darius would explore the terrain around the Renwall Mountains, and without hiring a guide, he would not be blindly confident and would still value his life.

"Hey, little one, don't you look great lately?" Old Jack, sitting at the tavern bar, said.

"Thank you for your concern, I haven't slept well lately, maybe it's because I've been away from home for too long." Modrian rubbed his face and said helplessly.

"Look at the way you look, it should be the first time you left home, too, being away from home for too long is really nostalgic for the taste of hometown in your memory." Old Jack echoed, and for some reason there was some inexplicable sadness in his tone.

"Hey, old John, get a glass of flame soju for this little guy who misses his hometown, and put it on my account."

"Then you're welcome." Modrian smiled and took the glass handed by Old John and raised his glass.

"Guest, the gold shield you paid before is about to run out, if there is no problem, you are welcome to continue to stay." Old John wiped the bar with a rag and looked up at Modrian.

"Well, so fast?" Modrian frowned when he heard this, and then said with relief: "I will arrange it as soon as possible." ”

Whether it is a knight apprentice or a knight squire, a lot of meat is consumed in daily cultivation, not to mention that there are more than a dozen cavalry under the command of Modrian, and there is definitely not a small amount of meat consumed in the oak tavern.

As for Darius, Mordrian's cultivation method didn't pay much attention to him, and the consumption of meat was only a little more than that of ordinary knight squires, which was beyond his expectations.

Time flies, winter stars fall, a crescent moon hangs in the sky, and the townspeople of Irwindale begin their night revelry.

thought it would be another disappointed day, but Modrian saw the returning Cooper at the door of the room, with a tired look on his face, and the dust along the way had not yet dissipated.

"Lord Modrian, Cooper lives up to expectations!" Seeing Modrian's figure, Cooper stepped forward and saluted, holding a sealed wooden box in both hands.

"Thank you, Cooper, get some rest!" Modrian took the wooden box, patted Cooper on the shoulder, and said.

Seeing Cooper leave, Modrian immediately returned to the room and opened the sealed wooden box, a relaxed look on his melancholy face.

A detailed map, a document stamped by the Stoke Kingdom Military Department.

Without much thought, Modrian set off with Darius, and if the sentry confirmed that it could be used, he wasn't even prepared to bring Cooper and the cavalry team over.

People's hearts are unpredictable, and even followers will inevitably have some unexpected situations.

Ruthless? Selfish? Perhaps, I'm just trying to survive. Modrian hides his inner shame and begins to accept his transformation in a cruel environment.

......................

Da! Da! Da!

The cold wind howled, the faint moonlight reflected, and two figures on war horses galloped across the night snow, splashing some snowflakes flying.

"Lord Modrian, there are trackers, there are not many of them." Darius' deep voice rang out.

Hearing this, Modrian, who was riding on a galloping warhorse, looked up at the night sky, and the hanging crescent moon was a little bright, illuminating the dark road ahead.

"Are you coming? It's surprisingly fast. ”

"Then, kill them, I'll wait for you in front, as soon as possible!" Modrian turned to Darius and watched as the burly figure vanished into the darkness.

Because of the existence of the League of Legends system, as long as the distance between Mordrian's and the summoned person is not more than ten kilometers, they can sense each other's existence.

With the sound of horses' hooves, Modrian followed the signs on the map in his hand and traveled near the Lomwall Mountains, eventually finding a towering mountain with a thousand walls.

Turning the horse's head, I rode half a circle around the foot of the mountain, and when I came to the side of the mountain, there was a winding road that led to the halfway up the mountain, and the traces of the artificial axe were faintly visible.

It was cold from above, and the cold wind blew, and Modrian stood on the mountainside with his clothes tightened, looking at the slightly dilapidated sentry in front of him, and the rammed wall had partially collapsed, revealing the shelter and the two lonely watchtowers inside.

It seems that the appearance of the sentry post is a bit unsightly because it has been abandoned for a long time, but in terms of the degree of concealment and good view, Modrian is very satisfied.

It was all worth it, and even though he was now isolated in the north of the kingdom, the foundation could already be established.

【Ding....... Successfully selected a logistics base! 】

[Temporary Mission: Logistics Base, successfully completed!] 】

【Reward: War Mason*4】

[Evaluation: You already have a complete and safe logistics base, it's time to prepare for the expansion of the territory.] 】

"4 war stonemasons?"

A simple system framework appeared in Modrian's pupils, and on top of the item, a black, reddish card appeared.

Under the majestic war fortress, four figures in gray chain mail stand tall, each holding a different weapon, including a war hammer, a magic staff, an iron chisel, and a dagger.

[War Stonemasons, who served as resourceful scouts, engineers, and warriors in the Noxian Empire, designed and supervised the construction of roads, bridges, and fortifications, and were a rare group of elite soldiers. 】

After receiving the information transmitted by the system, Modrian's melancholy face smiled, blooming brightly under the cold wind.

[Summon: War Mason*4]!