Looking at the brown-haired young man who walked into the council hall, Modri was relieved that it was indeed the eldest grandson of Count Raphael, Lambert Betty Harriman, a former genius knight.

"Thank you for the reminder last time." Modrian stood up and said with a smile in his tone, his tone full of gratitude.

With a casual wave of his hand, Lambert sat on the wooden chair unscrupulously, and said with a hint of interest on his face: "I didn't expect the abandoned sentry post to be developed well by you, it seems that Viscount Brooke is good to you, at least much better than the rumors." ”

"Perhaps!" Modrian shrugged his shoulders and didn't explain anything, sat back in the main seat, and then looked at Lambert's face, waiting for the reason for his arrival.

"Don't look at me like that, this visit is just a whim." Lambert's eyes were half-squinted, pretending to be indifferent, but he was surprised inside.

When he first entered Fort Wo, he was completely attracted by the different styles of architecture here, the bluestone streets are narrow and claustrophobic, and the high-mountain buildings with a sense of oppression and superior defensive performance make this place a completely fortified military fortress.

Not only in terms of construction, but also the soldiers in charge of guarding and patrolling, judging by their fearless momentum and cold, bloodthirsty eyes, all tell that this is an extremely elite group of soldiers.

Based on what he saw and heard, Lambert subconsciously thought: it seems that everyone is underestimating this guy, the second son of the Perris family.

"Is there any news about the Jeffrey family?" Modrian was quite direct, discarding the so-called aristocratic etiquette and saying straight to the point.

"Haha, it seems that you still have self-knowledge, after the remarks of the banquet that night spread, the Jeffrey family has made a lot of small moves recently." Lambert laughed heartily, then straightened up and looked into Modrian's eyes.

"According to reliable sources, the Jeffrey family dispatched the Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion this time, and it is a cavalry legion led by a great knight."

"Judging by their route, the target is almost certainly the town of Irwindal, I think you should know what this means, you and your subordinates will become the stepping stone of the Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion to intimidate the noble forces in the north of the kingdom."

Modrian frowned when he heard this, is this killing chickens and monkeys? Then he said in a cold and low tone: "Can you know how many people are in the Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion on this trip?" Or how many Grand Knights are there? ”

"I'm sorry, but the sentries along the way can only get the approximate number of the Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion this time, the official cavalry is between 300-500 people, and the knight servants are between 500-600 people." Lambert glanced up at Modrian, who had a heavy face, and said very politely.

"What, are you still going to resist? I suggest you get ready to leave the northern part of the kingdom, this is no longer the place for you to stay. ”

Modrian laughed silently, his fair face was full of smiles, but the smile on his face did not have a trace of warmth, it was full of coldness.

"From the time I left Perris Castle, there were many people who wanted me to disappear completely, but unfortunately, I am still alive and well, and those people are nowhere to be found."

"Perhaps, it was just once. I've said that, and I hope you'll seize the time. Lambert glanced sympathetically at Modrian, a rather crazy fellow, but alas, facing the Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion would eventually be destroyed.

Modrian looked at Lambert who was about to get up and leave, he had a good impression of this noble young master, he didn't know why the other party would help him one after another, was it the Harriman family and the Jeffrey family in different aristocratic camps?

Or maybe he just didn't deal with Kadir, so he wanted to give Modrian a little help and disgust Kadir.

In short, Modrian has received a lot of favors from Lambert so far.

"A temporary failure does not mean a lifetime failure, I don't know why you became the way you are now, at least it is not in line with the pride of the once genius knight!"

Modrian had heard of Lambert's name when he was at Perris Castle, but after he was defeated by his brother Kadir, it was as if he had completely disappeared from the Stoke Kingdom, and he never heard the name of the former genius knight again.

"Have you ever experienced what it was like to fail? The feeling of falling from the clouds to the bottom, and the silent ridicule around you. Lambert stopped, and a deep voice sounded, as if suppressing inexplicable emotions, not at all like the previous image of a gentleman.

"Of course, that taste is really heartbreaking!" Modrian nodded and said that he had dealt with many such mentality problems in his previous life.

"There's a hero... Or maybe my predecessor once said, well, I feel pretty good, and I would like to thank you a little. ”

"I've been to the top of the mountain, I've been at a low point, and I've learned a lot from both." Modrian tried to simulate Tariq's tone and try to be similar.

When Lambert heard this, he stood still for a long time, and finally he turned his back to Modrian, waved his hand, and left the council hall in a rather dashing manner, leaving a word of thanks.

"Thank you!"

Standing at the door of the main castle, looking at the fading back, Modrian laughed, and his gentle smile dispelled the original coldness.

The cold wind blew, and Modrian subconsciously looked up at the sky, and at some point, the blue sky was covered with clouds, cutting off most of the light, and occasionally the red sun of winter could be vaguely seen from the clouds, and then in a very short time, it was covered by clouds again.

"Is it going to snow?"

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

On the bluestone road halfway up the mountainside outside Fort Digwo, a gorgeous carriage engraved with golden leaves is slowly moving, followed by more than a dozen escort knights, silver-white armor with sharp riding spears, and the breath of life energy is permeated.

Lambert, who was sitting in the carriage, seemed to be in a trance, and his handsome face would show a melancholy smile from time to time, with bitterness, self-blame, and more regret.

"Master Lambert, are you alright?" The old butler beside him asked with concern.

"Me? I'm fine. Lambert shook his head, but his expression was still a little dazed. Grandpa Atley, did you say that my grandfather and father were disappointed in me during this time of my decadence? ”

The white-haired butler Atley smiled kindly, he didn't know why Master Lambert would say that, but it was clear that this visit on a whim had made him start trying to get out of that gloomy memory.

"No, the old man and the eldest young master still have great expectations for you, otherwise you wouldn't be allowed to play like this."

"Really? Looks like I'm going to have to keep trying, and I'll get back what I lost. Lambert said firmly, as if remembering something, and he turned his head in the direction of Fort Digvo, and through the gap in the carriage window, the sleeping black fortress could be faintly visible.

"If I don't work hard, the people I used to look down on will start to chase after me."

In the previous meeting, Lambert clearly sensed the life energy in Modrian's body, indicating that the other party had stepped into the knight realm.

I hope that when I see you again, it will not be in front of your loess grave.