When the conversation ended, Svein left, leaving Modrian alone in the room.

The dim light flickered, and Modrian rubbed his eyebrows lightly, closed his eyes and thought, and his mind flashed to every force participating in the banquet, and the interest groups represented behind it.

Valoran, and even the future kingdom of Stoke, has and only one voice.

But the forces surrounding the kingdom don't care too much about the defeat of the Valoran Territory, especially the Besilik Kingdom, and the Great Plains of Shatar, giving them a bloody lesson that has deep marrow.

"Let's consolidate the immediate interests first, the future is destined to be unavoidable."

Modrian opened his eyes, got up and went to the window of the private room, overlooking the banquet hall below, and the pupils reflected each small group of different people.

Most of them are nobles in the Stoke Kingdom, and a few are noteworthy forces in this banquet.

Soon, Modrian saw Sophia in the corner of the banquet, she was talking quietly with her three friends, and a bright smile appeared on her cold face.

Maybe that's what Sophia should be living in instead of staying in the boring Fort Digger.

When-when-when!

The crisp sound of bells and drums rang out in the ballroom.

The banquet, which had been filled with laughter and conversation, suddenly fell silent, and elegant nobles looked at the staircase with smiles on their faces, waiting for the protagonist to appear tonight.

Modrian gently straightened his clothes, stepped out of the private room, and stood on the most striking high platform to meet everyone's gaze, his plain eyes looking around, and a touch of majesty enveloped the banquet.

"Welcome to every distinguished guest who has taken the time to attend this boring banquet, and Modrian is here to thank you from the bottom of my heart for coming!"

"Now I declare that the feast begins!"

"Hope you all have fun!"

There was no nonsense, a lot of unnutritious words, and after Modrian finished speaking, he applauded himself softly.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Roaring applause rang out in the banquet hall, and every nobleman present did not hesitate to pay attention and praise, and seemed to agree with what Modrian said.

The banquet belonging to the Valoran Territory officially began, and the Noxian soldiers entered the arena in an orderly manner with food and wine.

This is very different, the banquet of others is servants and servants, and the Valoran collar is a soldier in armor.

"So young!" Lydia looked at Modrian in the banquet center and sighed. "Sophia, Baron Modrian shouldn't be more than thirty years old, right? Not married, right? ”

"How? What do you think of me? Does it fit Baron Modrian's aesthetic? ”

After saying that, Lydia got up slightly, spun a few steps, and her lilac dress fluttered.

The continuous questioning made Sophia a little stunned, she had never seen Lydia look like this at previous meetings? This is what the books say.... Is it spring?

"Alright, Lydia, don't make a gesture." Seeing Sophia's expression, Alva quickly said that she had recovered from Sophia's identity, and her heart was full of happiness and happiness.

No matter what the outcome of tonight's banquet is, she will be absolutely sure that she will get out of the family marriage when she returns, just because her best friend is called Sophia Perris.

"Hey, look, something seems to be happening." As if sensing something interesting, Pamela pulled La Sophia and Alva's arms and pointed them to the center of the ballroom.

"The priest's robe of the Temple of Fortune, is it on behalf of the Temple of Wealth?"

"Look, what kind of noble coat of arms is that, it's a little unfamiliar, it doesn't seem to be the nobles around the Stoke Kingdom, right?"

"The Temple of Power has also sent people, and they are going to the banquet hall private room."

In the corner of the banquet hall, Pamela exclaimed from time to time, in fact, it was not only here, every small group in the banquet hall looked at those people with fiery eyes.

Different statuses represent different interests.

Compared to the people who entered the private room of the banquet hall, the remaining people could only be regarded as dependent on the Valoran Territory and the Stoke Kingdom, and there was a world of difference in status and strength.

The dappled magic lights shone brightly, the atmosphere in the banquet hall was slightly cold, and someone stood up at the right time.

Horace, Sigrid, Baron Benny, as Modrian's followers, they also attended the banquet, and now they entered the hall, connecting different aristocratic forces, and the laughter sounded again.

"Miss Sophia, Kevin greets you." Kevin Lindbergh Dahler walked to the corner of the ballroom and bowed slightly.

"Hello, Kevin, I've heard Horace talk about you." Sophia stood up, smiled and nodded politely, then turned her gaze to the familiar figure beside Kevin.

"Meredith, long time gone."

The playboy who used to be the Violet Mage Tower now has a beard, mature and steady, and there is no trace of sparkle.

The sacrifice of the Duke of Dacama caused the Arnold family to suffer a heavy blow, but with the help of the Daller family and the information revealed by the Valoran Leader, most of the Arnold family's interests were still preserved.

"It's been a long time, Sophia, I'm here with apologies........ "Meredith lowered her head and said in a respectful voice, the absurdity of the past appearing in her consciousness as if she were watching from the past.

"No, let it pass."

Sophia sighed softly and waved her hand, interrupting Meredith's words, as she said, the past is gone, she is no longer what she once was. And what the Duke of Dacama did for the Stoke Kingdom, Sophia has long been well aware.

"Kevin, is there anything else?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Sophia, but I'm also entrusted." Kevin smiled wryly, it was none of his business, but there was a difference of generations between Marquis Gardner and Sophia, and in the end it fell on his shoulders.

However, seeing Sophia's appearance at this moment, Kevin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, at least the Arnold family had received the understanding they wanted.

"Then we won't bother you."

After saying that, Kevin hurried away with Meredith, as if unloading a burden.

But he forgot what the Daller family meant in the eyes of all the aristocratic forces in the banquet hall at this time, and it was definitely the staunchest supporter of the Valoran Lord.

Therefore, Kevin's movements have long been paid attention to by many nobles, until they saw the first heir of the Dale family saluting Sophia, and everyone realized that it was not simple.

Soon after, Sophia's identity was revealed, and it was rumored in the banquet hall.

The people who could show up at this banquet were not stupid, they knew that the opportunity was imminent, and since they couldn't touch Modrian, then contact Sophia might be their only chance.

In the laughter and conversation, the eyes that are about to move keep roaming the corners of the banquet hall, occasionally seeing Alva and others, there are also doubts, but they will firmly remember their faces.

"We... seems to have become the central ......" Lydia is no longer as active as before, sitting on the sofa with her stomach tucked up, looking like a lady.

Alva and Pamela weren't much better, and although they were used to some of the focus of family feasts, they were nothing compared to this one.

However, in the current scene, it is indeed an unexpected gain for the three of them, they were born in a noble family, and they are deeply aware of some potential rules, and even.... benefits, which are beyond the reach of the family behind them.

"Little people... No, absolutely not in the future. The three of them looked at each other and leaned against Sophia's back.

This strange atmosphere was quickly broken, because the identity of the person who appeared was quite heavy.

Philan Ballas walked to the corner of the banquet hall, sat down across from Sophia with a smile on her face, and whispered, "Don't you introduce me to your friends?" ”

The Barras family, even in the Elanfaro Empire, is the top nobles, far from being comparable to everyone present.

......

......

Banquet hall private room.

The dim light was shining, and the long conference table was in the center, with many people sitting on the left and right sides.

Welsh Barras, the legendary dragon knight of the Barras family, once 'sponsored' a lot of precious resources for the rise of Valoran, and now sits quietly on a wooden chair, with a small silver dragon coiled over his shoulder.

Isda, the bishop of the Temple of Fortune, has had a lot of intersections with Valoran, and his strength has also been promoted to legendary, but occasionally the aura of divine grace is revealed, and it is obvious that this is relying on the blessing of the goddess of wealth to step into the road of legend.

Agnes Rodney, the cardinal of the Temple of Power, the legendary priest, and the once famous powerhouse of Limontanlu, also visited Valoran's Territory today.

In addition to the above, there is also a female mage in magic robes, Moira Percy Joyce, the legendary mage who appeared in the Violet Mage Tower during the previous battle for the throne.

Just from the perspective of the level of strength, it is far higher than the many nobles in the banquet hall at this moment.

Modrian sat in the main seat, with Svein on his left hand and Darius on his right, representing Valoran's strategy and military affairs.

The atmosphere in the room was somewhat quiet, and all the legends present waited silently for Modrian's speech, and everyone remained respectful, which was due to pressure from Svein and Darius.

With a chuckle, Modrian looked around at the crowd and spoke slowly.