A heavily guarded barracks, in a pale conference room.

Dusk candlesticks dotted the room, and the candles burned with a faint fragrance in the air, and a light lit up against the loot hanging from the surrounding walls, mostly the remains of wild beasts. There are also several paint-smeared portraits, as if they were made by some master, showing a rough and savage style.

I don't know where they got it from, maybe it was in the western region of Silverpine Province in the midst of chaos.

In addition, a few pruned bonsai flowers in the corners of the wall seem to be the work of Sophia, who he has just seen in the main fort of Fort Digvo.

Very nice environment, at least better than before he left, it looked quite like a conference hall.

Modrian nodded slightly, motioning for the dejected yodelers in front of him to sit down, Zhao Xin behind him was straight, and a column of Trevarian legionnaires stood in place on each side in sharp armor.

The matter before the case had been dealt with, which was unexpected, and it seemed that the three little guys had gone out for a walk after finishing their respective things.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Kree was in a state of self-blame, and Modrian smiled, but did not say anything to comfort him.

The lesson to them though, is a matter of character. However, Modrian knew in his heart that they would be different during missions and wars, all because of the yodelers' upbringing.

The wait was not long, but the steadfast footsteps sounded outside the room, the door opened, and the figure of Baron Benny appeared.

Behind him are his former friend Lambert, and Atley's butler.

Modri quietly stared at the three guests in front of him, his expression unchanged, but his heart rippled.

Different from what he saw when he was at the walled city, the ordinary people in his field of vision were somewhat contaminated with the aura of plague, but he couldn't feel any aura of plague now.

The heritage of the aristocracy? Even if the plague breaks out strangely, can it still be left alone?

"I haven't seen you in a while, Uncle Benny!" Modrian smiled at Baron Benny in front of him and whispered, then turned to look at Lambert and Butler Atley.

"Lambert, Butler Atley, haven't seen you in a long time!"

The indifferent words plunged the pale conference room into silence, and several portraits reflected in mottled colors.

Lambert looked at the casual look of Modrian in front of him, a trace of bitterness spread at the corners of his mouth, the meeting at this time, the difference in identity, the position of the family, and no longer have the feeling of being a friend.

"Baron Modrian, greetings to Lambert!" Lambert bowed slightly and said, the delicate and gorgeous black dress was worn on the slender body, and the silver thin lines on the cuffs of the placket were exposed, showing the graceful and luxurious aristocratic temperament.

The butler on the side of Atley also maintained respect, and a tired look climbed on the old face, and lowered his head slightly: "Baron Modrian, Atley greets you!" ”

And unlike them, perhaps it should be said that it is different from the Harriman family, Benny's mentality is much more relaxed, because his relationship with Modrian is closer, considering the current power of Modrian, he said with a look of awe: "Baron Modrian, Benny greets you!" ”

Different situations, different tones, showing different moods, also create the atmosphere in the conference room.

"Uncle Benny, Sophia has been nagging me about you lately." Modrian greeted with a smile and then focused on Lambert.

The Harriman family, as the rulers of the city of Edalas, must have had extraordinary power in this fleeing party. He speculated that Baron Benny's letterhead might have been written at their behest.

"Why don't you see Uncle Rockefeller!?"

The world is not all sunlight and color, but also shadows and darkness.

How can things that have been done be easily buried.

The Shadowstream found out that the person behind the attack on Valoran was most likely Rockefeller, the core figure of the Harriman family and Lambert's father.

"Sacrificed." Lambert muttered softly with a sad look on his face. "In the midst of this sudden outbreak of plague, the city of Edalas was ill-prepared and had fallen, and my father was killed for us and buried in the city."

When people die, the lights go out, but some things are left behind.

The glory of Noxus in that battle was forged with blood.

"I'm sorry." Modrian's attitude did not change at all, and the smile on his face was a little cold. "I have read the contents of the letterhead, and I will allow you to enter Valoran's territory and go to Limontanlu by way."

"But there are some costs you have to pay!"

The faint fragrance of candles wafted in the air, and Lambert looked at Modrian, who looked cold in the dim light, and sighed slightly in his heart, what he was worried about would eventually happen, and the mistakes made by his father Rockefeller needed to be repaid now.

"So, what is the price we need to pay?"

"Rest assured, it's not life! I need you to come up with magic items of sufficient value! Modrian said in a deep voice.

Friends and blood, interests and future, he must make a choice, shoulder the responsibility.

"Yes!" Lambert agreed, he was no longer the noble young master who once complained about his powerlessness, the fall of Edalas City had made him grow a lot, and it also made him understand that the Harriman family was no longer one of the overlords of the Silverpine Province.

Glancing at Lambert rather unexpectedly, Modrian looked at Butler Atley, and in his perception, there were subtle mental fluctuations, was this an exchange?

But it doesn't matter, since he agreed, then he is not afraid that the other party will regret it.

Smack!

Modrian clapped his hands lightly, and the small door next to him opened slightly.

Two Trefali legionnaires walked out with wooden trays. Trained footsteps, standing firmly in front of Lambert, with two green potions on top of them.

"[Sinjid No. 1 Elixir], the effect is to get rid of the plague, I don't want the plague to spread into the territory." Modrian said in a deep voice. "Of course, this is not gratuitous, and you need to pay some gold shields."

It's not that he doesn't want to extort magical items, but after these refugees enter the Valoran territory, they will know that [Sinjid No. 1 Elixir] is for sale, so he is extremely generous in this regard.

Hearing this, Lambert's pupils constricted, and he looked at Modrian in front of him with a shocked expression, how long has it been, and Valoran has actually made the plague potion. In terms of effect, if the other party dares to put the potion out, then it must mean that the potion is effective.

"I think they will be very interested and willing to pay the golden shield!" They refer to servants and ordinary people who fled with them, and the golden shield is easy for the nobles.

Butler Atley beside him remained silent, and the horror under his lowered eyes told the wave of shock in his heart, not only the power of the Valoran Territory now, but also the dangerous touch of the bloodline warlock in the close contact just now.

The two soldiers in pitch-black heavy armor holding wooden plates at least have the strength of a great knight, and may even be the top great knight.

In this pale meeting room, there were 20 soldiers in the same armor style.

That's right, in his field of vision, such a top knight, a great knight who can make him feel a mortal threat, is actually a guard soldier!

Has Valoran Collar grown to such a terrifying level? Butler Atley sighed slightly.

In the face of fate, the Harriman family chose the wrong path.

At the end of the short meeting, Lambert and Butler Atley chose to leave, carrying [Sinjid No. 1 Elixir], even if they believed in Modrian, but the nobles who were unable to understand during the escape were not necessarily like this, so the experiment was inevitable, as for who it was, it was easy to choose.

However, Baron Benny did not choose to leave, but stood quietly on one side, with a slight hesitation in his expression.

Modrian looked at Uncle Benny in front of him, his handsome face was tired, and the aura of iron and blood resurfaced, diluting his gentle and elegant temperament.

Now he is not the immature aristocratic young master before, the last time they met, he saw that Uncle Benny has the blood of forest elves, and only the life span of elves can keep Benny in his memory.

Since he came to the northern part of the kingdom, to the province of Silver Pine.

Although Benny has always insisted on what he calls neutrality, this is not the case, and Benny has been secretly helping since the town of Irwindale.

It was only in recent years, when Valoran's power had grown rapidly and he had become the new top power in the north of the kingdom that Benny remained truly 'neutral'.

The grace of a drop of water is reciprocated by a spring. And these favors, Modrian always kept in mind.

"Uncle Benny, please be seated!" Pointing to the wooden chair, Modrian smiled, his expression much gentler than before.

Looking around at the people in the pale conference room, Benny, as a professional ** teacher, trembled mental perception clearly told the danger in the room, slightly respectfully bowed, and his tone contained extremely apologetic.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to trouble you, but the situation forced me to flee for a long time, so I finally chose to ask for your help."

Modrian motioned for Baron Benny to sit down, and after arranging for the Trevary's legionnaires to hand over the tea, he said softly: "It's okay, it's easy for me." He didn't mention the help he had, and there were some things to keep in mind.

"Did you choose to go to Limontanlu as the letterhead says? Or go somewhere else? ”

Benny's gentle words calmed Benny's heart, and after pondering for a while, he spoke slowly: "There are some nobles behind me who want to stay in the Valoran Territory, and if they can, they and the family behind them will contribute their own strength to the Valoran Territory. ”

In this sudden outbreak of plague, many middle and low-level nobles realized the slightest abnormality, especially the performance of the Stoke Kingdom, which allowed the city of Edalas to fall.

However, Valoran's performance was the opposite, hearing that the territory was quiet and peaceful, without plague and turmoil, and as a new legendary force, it was indeed a good place for middle and low-level nobles.

"Valoran Territory welcomes their participation, provided that they abide by the order and laws of Valoran Territory." Modrian said softly, the unexpected gain, these middle and low-level nobles will bring fresh blood and good economic power to Valoran.

"So, you, Uncle Benny, what are your plans?" Looking at Baron Benny in front of him, he asked. "Sophia mentioned you to me before, and you are welcome to be a guest at Fort Digwo."

"I want to.... You can also see where I come from, a forest spirit from the southern jungles. Benny lowered his head slightly, his tone gloomy. A failed fugitive. ”

"If you don't mind, I'd love to stay in Valoran!" A bitter smile spread across his face, he had been in Edalas City for nearly a decade, but he didn't want to be able to escape his identity as a fugitive.

"I also have a forest legion under my command, the number is small, but it's not bad, most of them are elven archers and there are a dozen or so forest mages.........."

"Yes, I think Sophia would welcome so many like-minded partners!" Modrian smiled and agreed, Valoran's mage system can be supplemented to a certain extent.

Call! With a sigh of relief in his heart, Benny's expression gradually relaxed, as if he remembered something, and said in a low tone: "The fall of Edalas City this time is a bit sudden, and some things are clouded with fog. ”

"I suspect it's internal, the plague that broke out that night wasn't enough to wipe out the city of Edalas directly." Recalling that night of bloody and crazy fighting.

How could the plague infected who had lost his mind so easily stir up Edalas, who had many aristocratic forces and transcendent professionals, Benny always felt that something was wrong, but subconsciously ignored it.

"You have to be careful, I have a hunch that the door of sorrow may also.... ..... in crisis"

Unlike the city of Edalas, the Gate of Sorrows is a military fortress.

Surprisingly, many people in the city of Edalas were able to escape, but why was there no news coming out as a gate of sorrow, and it seemed silent in the plague.

Dada! Dada!

The side door opened, and a Trefalli legionnaire walked briskly and hurriedly reported in front of Zhao Xin.

Immediately, Zhao Xin intervened in this old conversation, came to Modrian's side, and whispered: "The refugees in the camp want to enter the Valoran territory tonight, and they have begun to march towards the city gate. ”

"Well, let the potions be prepared in advance." A good deal that can earn a shiny gold shield. Then Modrian looked at Baron Benny in front of him and invited, "Come along, just let your men enter the camp." ”

Blazing bonfires burned in the hard walls, illuminating the darkness of the night, and a procession of crimson dragons with torches approached below.

Exhausted, silent and quiet, facing the Noxian soldiers on the city walls, these people had no other thoughts, lined up in an orderly manner.

At the front were the richly dressed nobles and the hereditary stewards of their respective families, who, for their own safety, would spend a lot of gold shields to buy some potions even if they were not infected with the plague.

Further back were the Transcendental Professionals and Noble Servants, as well as the evacuated Legionnaires.

Modrian stood at the top of the wall, staring at the dragon team with a nonchalant expression, but his heart was silently considering the doubts that Benny had said.

The diffuse shadows, the unusual smell, seemed to indicate that Valoran's future strategy would be a little unsmooth.

When all the refugees entered the camp, the light of dawn faintly lit up from the distant sky, and Modrian looked at the deep west, his expression was extremely solemn.

【Ding....... Temporary Mission Released! 】

[Temporary Mission: Dark Watch]

[Mission time: 90 days]

【Reward: Random Hero Card*1】

[Description: The source of the plague has been eliminated, but the calamity has not disappeared, be careful of watching in the dark, there are already eyes on Valoran!] 】

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