Loneliness is the process of finding oneself.

Friend, two ordinary words form not simple words, but they can interrupt the boring and lonely process for you.

It's been a long time since Modrian has spoken so freely, and in Valoran, he is the supreme lord, lonely and lonely, and the occasional time with heroes is part of the easy time.

The conversation with Lambert made his lonely mind slightly relaxed, and some interesting anecdotes would cause a heartfelt smile, and also broke the sense of separation between two years, and returned to the feeling of being together calmly.

Benefit? Or seek?

Modrian doesn't think about things in the dark, at least when he's in trouble, Lambert still visits Fort Dig and leaves a lot of warnings.

And the pleasant conversation in the corner also attracted the attention of most of the nobles at the banquet at this time, who were peeping into the place in a more careful way.

One is a newly powerful nobleman in the north of the kingdom, whose iron-blooded prestige has intimidated many forces, and the other is the heir of the Harriman family, who has not been forgotten for two years, only because the Harriman surname on his back has made him prominent in the kingdom.

The dark tide that had been surging slightly came to a halt in this sudden conversation, and if they had the support of the Harriman family, their actions for profit seemed a little ridiculous.

In the northern part of the vast kingdom, even the Jeffreys could not ignore the voices of the Harriman family, let alone the so-called 'top' nobles attached to the city of Edalas, except for the Gate of Sorrow. {Some fools make a fool of themselves.} }

"Baron Modrian, well."

At the moment of drinking, the white-haired butler Atli approached quietly, his wrinkled face with a gentle smile, and his tone was sincerely happy.

"Nice to meet you." Modrian stood up to greet him, bowed his head slightly and said with a slight smile, in recent years of contact with the interests of the Harriman family, he noticed the particularity of Atley's butler, which was far from being as ordinary as the old butler.

The white-haired old man nodded slightly, and bent down to show respect. "Count Raphael, please, please move Baron Modrian to the side hall."

Hearing this, Modrian raised his eyebrows slightly, and it was a very formal invitation, it seems that this banquet is purposeful, but I don't know if it is related to the rumors of Limontamlu. {Limontamlu, the royal capital of the Kingdom of Stoke.} }

"It's an honor!" Modrian got up and walked away from this dark corner, and Bobbi and Gulagas also noticed the change in the atmosphere and stayed at Modrian's side.

Butler Atli maintained the standard aristocratic etiquette, slightly lowered his eyes, glancing at everything in front of him, but did not stop it, this is the prerogative of the strong, in tonight's banquet, Modrian is one of the very few people who have the privilege.

"Master Lambert, Master Raphael also asked you to come over, you should get in touch with some things now." Butler Atley said one last thing before leaving.

Stepping into the gāocháo's feast, it stopped at the sight of people coming out of the dark corners one after another.

The slightly restless atmosphere was like cold water being extinguished, and there was a moment of silence, and then the noise drowned out the sound of beautiful dance music.

Many nobles suddenly looked embarrassed when they saw the scene in front of them, the Harriman family was not something they could provoke, and the unchanging ruler of Edalas City was even more terrifying than the newly raised little guy.

No matter how touching the interests are, they are not as beautiful as life.

For the unexpected situation at this moment, Modrian has no idea, and even if he knows, he will not care about this group of jumping clowns, the power of the group is indeed huge, but in the face of a stronger, more powerful force, it is also easier to collapse.

And the force he now wields is enough to ignore the confined framework of the northern part of the kingdom.

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The side hall is an elegant box on the second floor of the main banquet hall, where carefully engraved rune circles are dotted with wall coverings, which have two different effects: isolation and protection.

"Baron Modrian, Master Lambert, please come in!"

Butler Atley pushed open the door and turned to look at the people behind him, his eyes lingering on Bobby and Gulagas's bodies.

Seeing this, Modrian understood, and motioned for the two to wait outside, just separated by a wall, he didn't believe that it would stump these two restless guys.

When Modrian and Lambert entered, Butler Atley closed the door and stood alone outside the box, like a frozen statue, motionless.

It was Bobbi and Gulagas who leaned against the wall indifferently and stared at each other.

"Count Raphael, Viscount Rockefeller, plus Lambert, the core of the Harriman family are all here."

Modrian looked around the room and sighed alone, there was no good feast, he had fallen into a trap this time. {Viscount Rockefeller, first in line to the throne of the Harriman family, met several times, and was Lambert's father.} }

At the feast gāocháo, you invited me in a grand manner, is this preparing to impose something on me? Or is the purpose of this banquet just for this meeting?

"And the guy in the gray cloak."

As Modrian walked to the conference table, the corner of his eye glanced at the figure that had never moved, and something was silently in his mind, remembering Uncle Benny's words of warning.

The aristocracy has always been based on interests, and now that the Harriman family has officially invited him, it means that the matter of this meeting must not be simple, and as for Lambert, the outstanding heir of the Harriman family suddenly returned, which is obviously also what Count Raphael meant.

"Count Raphael, well!" Modrian stopped at the conference table, bowed slightly, and said, "Viscount Rockefeller, be fine." ”

Then he looked at the last figure hidden by the gray cloak, and his tone paused, as if he didn't know what to call it.

A quiet atmosphere enveloped the air, and the air seemed to freeze.

Count Raphael held his glass, his silver white hair hanging down in front of his eyes, and his cloudy eyes were always watching everything in front of him.

Two people with similar fates meet at this moment.

"Guy Craigie Varrant, it's a pleasure to meet you, Baron Modrian!" The white slender palms lifted the gray cloak, and the blue hair was scattered, revealing an angular face, and deep eyes were fixed on Modrian.

A shocked expression appeared on his face, and Modrian's heart was filled with turmoil, and the name of the person in front of him couldn't help but be reminiscent of Pian.

Varrant, the surname of the royal family of the Kingdom of Stoke.

Craigie, the name given to him by the legend, has a fairly close relationship with the owner.

Am I being completely pulled into the water? Modrian expected that things would not be easy, but he did not expect it to be so terrifying.

A battle for royal power!

What he had tried so hard to avoid was caught up in it at this moment, and was witnessed by the many noble forces in the banquet.