The bright sunset fills the sky and the crimson glow quietly spills over the streets, and the winter night always comes a little early, but it still can't hide the bustle of the city of Edalas.

Under the bright magical light, Modrian stood quietly on the balcony of the Blue Strawberry Hotel like a sculpture, looking at the hazy night, thinking inwardly about the words of the master, as if an invisible dark tide was sweeping in the darkness.

"Looks like this gathering of nobles at Harriman Castle should be fun!"

The aristocratic banquet held at Harriman Castle every year is a time when the major forces of Edalas replan their existing interests.

Under the prosperity, there is always darkness, which is a place that the people at the bottom have never seen, but it affects them all the time.

And this banquet may be different from the past, the interests are moving, and even more so for those greedy and hypocritical forces.

Knock knock! Knock knock!

A powerful knock on the door interrupted Modrian's thoughts, and a slightly furrowed brow changed to a wry smile after sensing the breath outside the door.

"Come in, Gulagas."

Pressed into the room, Gulagas touched his smooth head, greasy left hand clutched some kind of envelope made of fine paper, and smiled innocently, "Sorry to disturb you." ”

"I can't help it, I wanted to go out and have some fun, but I was stopped by the hotel owner to help send some invitations."

Putting aside other thoughts, Modrian looked at Gulagas in front of him with a puzzled look, he knew that this guy's personality was not so kind, but he knew the cause and effect when he smelled the wine.

"Go out and be careful, this is not Valoran Territory, don't cause trouble." Modrian instructed that he was afraid that when this guy was drunk, he would directly greet the other party with his head and cause death.

After all, this is the city of Edalas, so it is better to be careful so as not to provoke the enemy.

"Don't worry, I'm a great winemaker, my hobby is fine wine, and brawls are only occasional." Gulagas rubbed his red nose and smiled awkwardly, then bowed slightly and exited the room.

"Invitation?"

Modrian gazed at the dozen invitations on the wooden table, the magic lights lit up, and the various noble emblems shimmered with luxury.

"When did I become so popular?"

A self-deprecating smile filled the corners of his mouth, and he fiddled with the invitations engraved with the coat of arms of the nobility, all of them opportunists, none of whom really had power.

It's right to think about it, before the banquet starts, those with strength are watching and waiting for some kind of opportunity to appear.

The situation in the Kingdom of Stoke is affecting all who want to make a change, and this is a gluttonous feast that is about to begin, and it is about the fate of everyone who chooses to change.

"Well, Uncle Benny's invitation?"

Modrian pulls out a green envelope from among the many invitations, and in the upper right corner is engraved the emblem of the intertwined green branches, the noble coat of arms of the Izzy family.

The green invitation flipped in his hand, and Modrian pondered for a moment before finally making the choice to go out in a black casual suit.

No matter how his status has changed, he always remembers the help Uncle Benny gave him when he came to this bitter cold land.

Even a small help is better than the flattery of the speculators who follow, and the charcoal in the snow is far more memorable than the icing on the cake.

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

In the pale cyan manor, Modri waited quietly, with a look of nostalgia, because of the Perris family behind him, he had little contact with Uncle Benny in the past two years.

Crunch!

The heavy mahogany door opened, and a familiar figure stepped out, with an ordinary appearance, a slender body, a black tuxedo, white gloves on both gloves, and a smile on his gentle face.

"Steward Dodd, long time no see!" Modrian was the first to speak, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, that ordinary face had no traces of time, almost the same as when he saw it two years ago.

"Master Modrian, alright!" Steward Dodd said with a smile and bowed slightly to show his inner respect, and his good etiquette was undoubtedly revealed.

"Welcome, Lord Benny is already waiting in the study."

"Then it's troublesome." Modrian said softly, and Poppy behind him did not leave an inch, following the guidance of Steward Dodd, and entered the manor together.

With the clear and winding water flowing and reflecting the colorful plants of the four seasons, Morrien is still full of amazement at the scenery here, and his conjecture has come true, and in his keen perception, the manor is engraved with some kind of rune circle that maintains the temperature.

The group walked gently on the green path, and at the end of it was an exquisite study, which appeared in front of everyone.

"Master Modrian, please come in." Steward Dodd stood outside the study and turned his head to speak.

This time the situation was different from the last time, Dodd did not stop Bobby from following, and with the rise of Valoran, the information of Modrian's followers was also investigated.

And the strength of the cute girl in front of him, he knew very well in his heart that the existence of a knight chief was not something that he could stop as a butler of the baron's mansion, so it was better to be a favor, and I think Lord Benny would not blame him.

Modrian didn't know that Dodd was so thoughtful, so he straightened out his black civilian clothes slightly, and walked into the study with a calm face.

Benny Izzy sat behind a dark mahogany desk and looked up at the sound of the door as he heard the sound of the door.

"Uncle Benny, long time no see!" Modrian's right hand was placed in front of his left chest, in a very standard aristocratic manner.

"It's been a long time." Benny Izzy stood up from behind his desk, a faint smile on his handsome face, and then slowly walked towards Modrian.

"I thought you had forgotten about the existence of this uncle of mine."

This is different from the past, whether it is the title that Modrian has, or his own strength, and the terrifying combat power under his command, he has to do so.

"I'm sorry, Valoran has too much to do, and I've only recently taken some time to take a break from Edalas City." Modrian said apologetically, and the two sat on either side of the guest's desk and talked softly at Uncle Benny's greeting.

"That's right, Valoran Territory is your base in the northern part of the kingdom!" Benny nodded yes, as the garrison commander of Edalas City, he was well aware of the potential of Valoran's territory.

In less than two years, its thriving economy has had a slight impact on the city of Edalas, the most shining jewel of the Silver Pine Province, known as the "Golden Crossroads", and many traders have traveled to the town of Irwindale in search of potential business opportunities.

Benny looked at Modrian in front of him, silent, two years, not short, not long, for each person to change a limit.

But for the exiled noble young master in front of him, the demeanor he has shown in the past two years has attracted the attention of the entire Stoke Kingdom, especially the battle that took place in the town of Irwindale not long ago, which attracted the attention of most of the nobles in the kingdom.