In the bitter cold north, the pace of the winter season is much more anxious than in previous years, with snowflakes dancing lightly, and the silver buildings of Yushu are shining, covering the colorful life.

The Valoran Lord, who was caught in the world of ice and snow, set off a fiery atmosphere in winter after a caravan with blue eagle flags entered, and the silent life also rippled a little.

The sudden appearance of the caravan of the Elanfaro Empire not only changed the predicament in Valoran's territory, but also leveraged the irrepressible restlessness of the surrounding forces, and there was a surging undercurrent surging in Valoran's territory.

The snowflakes flew into the distance, falling into the city of Edalas, the Harriman family, and even worse, with the pace of winter, blowing to the palace of Valrant in Limontanlu, and to the iron-cast fortress of the Yellow Sand Plains.

The looming locks of sleepiness quietly disappeared in this snowflake, leaving behind cold and stiff hearts.

Phew! Phew!

The shrill and screeching of eagles echoed over the fortress of Lakstark, and slender silver-white figures shuttled through the snowflake clouds, and then hovered in the sky, rolling up a faint wind.

In the towering main castle bedrooms, charcoal burns in a crimson fireplace, warming the room.

Modrian stood alone at the window, looking at the ice and snow scenery in the fortress, after dealing with a lot of affairs, it was time to soothe and soothe the fatigue of the body and mind, and not always be in a state of high load.

Instantly, he seemed to remember something, and the dark green data stream surged in his pupils, and the frame of the countdown was clearly visible.

[Countdown: 45 seconds!] 】

"Is there still so much time? The system left for more than two hundred days, thinking about it. Modrian thought unconsciously, looking a little nostalgic.

Since the system was updated, he would observe it frequently for the first few days, and only after he got used to it later that he would occasionally call out the system's countdown screen.

"I wonder what this update will be?"

"The shackles of fate, breaking the established fate, is really curious!"

The distracted eyes reflect the building outside the window, covered with pure white ice and snow, although there is no colorful color, but there is a fresh and pure style.

In the shadow of the fireplace, a figure gradually solidified, and the footsteps moved lightly, appearing on the edge of the window.

"Lambert of House Harriman has asked to see you." He stood with his hands in his hands and said softly.

"Lambert?" Modrian came back to his senses and repeated, a look of remembrance on his face.

It is also a pity to say that the former friends went down a different path because of the family's choice, and the friendship between the two ended after that banquet.

And Lambert's intention to come this time is very good to guess, the economic blockade against Valoran is about to be broken, so it is normal for any nobleman to make a choice for the sake of profit.

"Promise to tell the conspirators behind it?" Modrian looked out at the snowflakes in the sky, and the clouds changed.

This is not the first time he has met with Lambert, he has met once after the economic lockdown, and he wants to ease the relationship between the Harriman family and Modrian, and in doing so, provide some trade support.

At that time, Modrian also considered agreeing to Lambert, on only one condition, hoping that Lambert would hand over the conspirators who had informed Valoran of the news when the Jackals plundered.

But I didn't want to, and the negotiations failed.

Lambert immediately said that he did not know that there was a conspirator behind it, and he wanted to go back to investigate the situation, and at the same time hoped that Modrian could give some evidence.

"Didn't say yes." He replied. "In addition, according to the information of the Shadowstreamers, the conspirator hiding behind the scenes may be from the Harriman family."

A gentle smile suddenly appeared on Modrian's face, mixed with a hint of coldness, he turned his head to look at the robbery beside him, and said softly: "Very interesting thing, I hope to know the conspirators behind it as soon as possible." ”

"Also, refuse to meet with Lambert."

"Yes!" The shadows melted, and the figure of the Doom disappeared into the room.

The warm heat still filled the room, and Modrian leaned against the wall, and he had some guesses in his heart about who the Harriman family would be so interested in.

At the crossroads of fate, everyone chooses a different path.

In the battle for the throne, the Harriman family chose Guy, but then betrayed Modrian and placed him on the surface of the nobles of Limontamlu, attracting the attention of many great nobles for them to quietly plan everything.

Who would have thought that Modrian would show terrifying prowess and have a legendary crown silently guarding his back.

Regret? Bemoan?

Modrian tore the face of the hypocritical aristocracy apart and even refused Guy's call.

Title? He's not uncommon. Territory? He pioneered it himself.

"The blockade of trade? I'm curious if your face is like the clouds outside, fickle. Modrian muttered softly, sarcastically.

The cold wind howled in the sky, rolling up large clouds of moist snowflakes and slapping all the mountains, and the extreme low temperature solidified the transparent and hard ice edges in the canopy of the branches.

At the foot of Fort Delvo, a contingent of nobles waits, and elegant carriages stand in the snow, the subtle fluctuations of magic dispel the falling snowflakes.

"Looks like this is another refusal?"

Inside the carriage, a constant temperature circle controlled the temperature, and a handsome brown-haired young man sat upright, and in front of him was an old man with silver hair.

"Yes, Master Lambert, Fort Delvo has rejected our request." Butler Atley whispered, his wrinkled face showing a hint of anger, which was disrespectful to the Harriman family.

"Forget it, Grandpa Atley, since Baron Modrian doesn't see me, let's go." Lambert said with a slight wave of his hand, his tone full of bitterness.

In just a few years, there is a significant gap between the identities of the two.

Baron?

No one cares about the title of knighthood, what really depends on their own strength, and the strength shown by Valoran Ling makes the Harriman family feel shocked.

As for the original choice, who could have known that it was just a temptation and developed into a so-called conspiracy theory.

You can only blame yourself, the Harriman family made a wrong choice.

"Young Master Lambert, if Valoran insists on pursuing the so-called conspirators, do we have to explain to His Majesty in advance so as not to ......?"

"Well, I know, when I go back, I'll discuss it carefully with my grandfather."

The sound of the carriage is melodious, leaving clear car marks, accompanied by flakes of snowflakes, disappearing into the vast ice and snow world.

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

The pace of winter is moving forward, and the glorious festival day of 1460 in the starfall calendar is quietly approaching.

The bloated caravans of the Barras family have injected a boost into the Valoran Territory before leaving, and the bustling atmosphere fills the territory, and the merchants of various towns welcome a rich new year.

The icy hard road was rushed by scouts, passing the amnesty decree issued by the lord of the realm, Baron Modrian.

Exempt from all taxes during the spring season in your territory!

In order to transmit the decree to the Valoran territory as soon as possible, Modrian directly arranged for the Demacian Dragonbird Knight to soar over the territory and act as a messenger and scout.

This is to stimulate the consumption power of the people, stimulate the economic and trade development of the territory, and by the way, let those hidden forces clearly see that the Valoran Territory has broken free from the trapped environment.

In addition to this, Modrian held an internal party inside the fortress of Lakstak.

In terms of drinks, the winemaker Gulagas emptied the yodelers of their reserves; On the chef's side, it was Tiana, the sword captain of the Dreadnought Vanguard Legion, who cooked a sumptuous dinner.

The atmosphere of the dinner was very good, and the feelings of longing on the surface of many heroes were eliminated.

Of course, a dinner party cannot expect Noxus to coexist peacefully with the heroes of other forces, but at least it can ease their relationship.