"In that case, then I choose to ....... Happy working together! ”

Under the bright smile, there is a helpless heart.

In fact, Modrian had not many options, and when he stepped into the room, he was already destined for something.

The release of the system task forced him to get involved in this battle for royal power.

"A wise choice." Guy nodded lightly and said in a deep voice, Modrian's expression changed in his eyes, although he didn't know what made the other party change his mind, but with this promise, at least it was in vain.

Relatively speaking, what he values is not Modrian himself {in terms of strength}, but the person who stands behind the scenes, the terrifying powerhouse who defeats the consciousness of the gods.

"It's time for a change in the decaying kingdom, and I will live up to expectations!"

"Of course, I believe in the strength of His Highness Guy, but it's just ..........." Modrian paused slightly, his eyes swept over Count Raphael and Viscount Rockefeller, and said indifferently.

"Just the appropriate 'help' that seems to be insincere on both sides?"

The dark blue glow flashed away, and Guy looked at Modrian's eyes fixedly, waiting for the price to sell? This does not fit the true style of a nobleman, but has a similar coppery smell to the mercenary merchants.

"What do you want?"

Modrian glanced at Guy in surprise, worthy of being the pride of the sky, and he made a choice between words, or this battle for the throne seemed to be something more than expected.

"The request is simple, and it's easy for you, I need a golden shield and magic items, the development of Valoran's territory has almost hollowed out my family, I want more." In order to convince the two of them, Modrian showed a greedy look at the right time.

This layout allows Modrian to see the hypocrisy of the aristocracy, and everyone is pursuing their own interests, and ensuring that there is enough room to retreat.

"On the other hand, I am willing to dispatch enough forces to deal with special situations for His Highness Guy."

Now that you're caught up in this whirlpool, why not try to fight for the greater good for yourself? and even use it to increase your own heritage.

Modrian is well aware of the current situation, the Harriman family and His Royal Highness the Grand Prince value the strong man under his command, the elite heavy cavalry that can be called the trump card, as for the specific intention, it is not clear.

A silent atmosphere permeated the room, and the dim magical lights flickered on and off, shedding the glow of silence.

Guy silently turned his head and looked at Count Raphael, the two glanced at each other, this was what they expected, they were not fools, who would fall into the whirlpool of royal power without desire, and now Modrian's request was to eliminate the distrust in their hearts, and finally the two nodded slightly at the same time.

"Within three days, we will send enough 'sincerity' to Fort Digwo, and I hope you will keep your promise."

"Don't worry, I swear in the name of Valoran that I will keep the promises of both sides." Modrian nodded slightly, in this deceitful confrontation, it is difficult to say who will earn and who will lose, the game has not yet started, everything is still unknown.

And now what he has to do is to accumulate enough strength to deal with the maelstrom of royal power that is rising in the dark tide.

"Then I won't bother the two of you, the food and spirits at the banquet are good, I haven't tasted enough yet."

The good feeling for Harriman Castle is gone at this moment, perhaps this is the cruelty of reality, and it will always make you remember a profound lesson.

Modrian took on the mask of a false smile and slowly left the room, then ignored Butler Atley, who bowed to greet him at the door, and led Poppy and Gulagas down the stairs.

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

The gray cloak obscured his figure again, and Guy rose from his wooden chair and looked at Count Raphael in front of him.

"It's time for me to go back, Uncle Raphael, I'm sorry for you to do the rest."

Count Raphael stared down at the red wine in the goblet, reflecting an old face full of traces of age, carefully groomed silver-gray hair hanging down his shoulders, only those dark eyes were still bright.

"Fate has put us together, and no one will be careless at this moment."

"It's just that you don't forget your promise."

"I won't forget." Guy smiled slightly, and a faint dark blue glow emerged, enveloping the gray figure from the bottom up, disillusioned, and then slowly drifting away in the dim light, as if it had never appeared.

The red wine rippled, splashing a few drops onto the folded skin, and the red and clean dress was like bright blood full of life.

"It's a pity." Count Raphael opened his mouth suddenly, not knowing whether he was lamenting the spilled red wine or something important.

"Father, I don't understand, why should I give up Modrian?" Rockefeller spoke, his deep voice full of puzzlement.

The family's investment in Modrian has never stopped, and Valoran's territory has reached its current level, without the support of Harriman Castle, thus attracting the attention of many noble forces.

"No, I didn't give up on Modrian, on the contrary, I still have a lot of optimism about his potential." Count Raphael's gaze was taken away from the goblet and he quietly looked at Modrian, who had reappeared at the banquet.

"The stage here is too small, and he should step on a more exciting stage."

"And now, the battle for royal power is the best stage."

Of course, Count Raphael knew how disappointing his performance had just been, but that was what he was doing, he was too old to know when he would return to the arms of death.

And he didn't want this investment, no, it shouldn't be said to be an investment now, it should be said to be gambling, he was betting on where Modrian's future could go, paving the way for the future Harriman family.

If the gamble is successful, then Lambert may also lead the Harriman family to the next level, and as for the result of the failure, no one will dare to liquidate the Harriman family when he is still alive.

So, he left the possibility of the future to Lambert, a talented heir who would not disappoint.

{The reason why some aristocratic families have lasted for thousands of years is the result of the efforts of countless generations, and it is not just a gifted person who can become a thousand-year-old noble.} }

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

The lavish banquet was still in a tepid atmosphere, the elegant nobles forced a smile, what was expected in advance did not happen at the banquet, it seemed that something unknowingly happened, but the time of the banquet was not over, they could only exchange their information in detail around the dance floor.

And before he knew it, Modrian quietly stepped out of the banquet and came to Harriman Castle, quietly leaning against the cold city walls, letting the cold winter wind blow on his face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know something like this was going to happen, my grandfather and father didn't talk to me about it in advance." Lambert stood behind him with an embarrassed expression, explaining what had just happened.

"Don't be sorry, I understand, it's not your fault." The cold wind made Modrian sober up a little, and the restless anger was gradually subsided, and he was suppressing them, not letting his emotions explode, leaving them to chew slowly in secret.

"The cruelty of reality, we will face it sooner or later, rather than let reality subtly change us, it is better to come so suddenly, at least we will try to change the established cruel fate."

"As you said, the world stage is very big, I don't want to stop in this bitter cold place, maybe what we are facing this time will make us grow faster."

Modrian turned his head to look at Lambert, the Harriman family's exploitation did make him a little angry, but after calming down, he found some doubts.

Future? Destiny? Royalty? Change?

Maybe there will be something interesting in this battle for royal power!