Click!

The silver knives and forks snapped on the moon-white cloth, and Kadir's green eyes were bloodshot, revealing a little madness and unwillingness.

"Mother, why do you say? Am I really doing something wrong? Everything in the Perris family should have been inherited by me! ”

"No, Kadir, of course you're not wrong, you're the best heir to the Perris family, and everything Modrian has now should be inherited by you."

"As long as you can get the viscount title of the Perris family, everyone's eyes will change with it."

The dignified beauty said in an affirmative tone, her eyes flashing with inexplicable color, she knew that the eldest son in front of her had been under the pressure of all kinds of gossip during this time.

"You, Kadir Jeffrey Perris, are still the genius of the Stoke Kingdom."

"Heh, genius, mother, it seems that the Jeffrey family has nothing to do with my younger brother, is it trying to open a gap from my side?" Kadir stared at his mother, Yana Jeffrey, the eldest daughter of the Jeffrey family, and suddenly showed a strange smile, he remembered the warning given by his father.

"If you think about it, Modrian will not be an obstacle to the progress of the Jeffrey family, and the glory of the Iron Thorn will continue to exist in the Northlands." A look of confidence appeared on Yanna Jeffrey's stunningly beautiful face, a pride of the heart bestowed by a thousand-year-old aristocracy.

"Really? But the news that is circulating now seems to be a little different from what my mother said, that Lord Palitzel, the Butcher of War, was killed in the town of Irwindal, and that half of the Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion had fallen in that war, including my uncle, Alcott Arnold Jeffrey. ”

Kadir ruthlessly exposed his mother's cover-ups, and he was taught by Brooke since he was a child, and easily saw through the loopholes in his mother's language.

Looking down at the face reflected in the smooth plate, Kadir took a deep breath, he didn't want to be restrained, he knew that everything he did for Modrian was running for death.

Now the rise of Modrian has made him feel the suffocating pressure, whether it is the heavy cavalry army under Modrian, or the rumored Hand of Noxus Darius, they are like mountains pressing on his back.

"Mother, if I fall completely to Jeffrey's family, will I be able to meet my grandfather?" Kadir muttered in a low voice, his hands clenched tightly, a little blood staining the red moon white cloth.

Hey, my 'brother', the battle between us is not over, I am still the first heir of the Perris family, and I will get back everything that should have belonged to me!

"Absolutely!" Yana Jeffrey looked at the eldest son in front of her, and her beautiful face bloomed with a bright smile.

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In the southwest corner of Perris Castle, the classic and elegant study is located here.

A faint magical light illuminated the room, and Viscount Brooke sat quietly behind his desk, his eyes fixed on the open letterhead in his hand.

Written by Benny Izzy himself, it is teleported by magic to deliver to Perris Castle as quickly as possible.

Even though he had already browsed it, Viscount Brooke looked at it again, and there was still a shock left in his pupils.

The letterhead details the war on the plains outside the town of Irwindale, in which the heavy cavalry under the command of Moderian completely terrified the nobles of the northern part of the kingdom, especially the presence of Darius, which overwhelmed many noble families and forces in the neighboring town of Irwindale.

At the end of the letterhead, Benny Izzy used some collected data to tactfully state that there was not only Darius alone under Modrian's knights, but also a hidden knight in the war in the town of Irwindal.

It was precisely because of the addition of the hidden knight elder powerhouse that the noble alliance was so completely defeated. (The Noble Coalition and the noble families of the Northlands are unaware of Sain's existence.) ）

"Knight!"

Viscount Brooke said softly to himself, what he himself pursued was nothing more than that, he had been trapped at the peak of the Great Knight for several years, but he still couldn't see the way forward.

Now the message from Benny's guy was somewhat embarrassing to him, because the second son he had exiled had two knight chiefs under his command, and even the best of the knights.

"Maybe that's fine, at least he won't have to get entangled in the maelstrom of the throne this time, and the bloodline of the Perris family will be continued."

There was a hint of confusion and relief in Viscount Brooke's eyes, and the middle-aged man who was praised by the outside world as Viscount Scarlet took off his disguise at this moment and showed his true self.

Of course, he knew the situation that the Perris family was in now, which was a legacy of the rise of the Perris family in just over a decade, and it was also one of the results of the struggle between the royal family and the Jeffrey family.

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The busy Rivoldin blacksmith shop is full of customers coming in and out, and it seems that because of the war and conflict outside the town of Irwindale, the Rivoldin blacksmith shop has been doing a lot of business recently.

On the contrary, at this moment, the atmosphere in the secret room on the second floor dropped to freezing point, and several figures present were wearing cloaks to cover their figures.

"Lord Veblen, please give us an explanation at the Ivaudin Blacksmith." The black shadow man on the left said in a low voice, and after the voice change process, his voice had a hint of gloom.

As the instigators of this war, the Rivoldine blacksmith has caused great losses to the family and forces behind them, especially after Modrian's victory, and they have to consider the dangers exposed in the future.

So this time, after contacting each other, they came to the Rivoldin blacksmith shop together, forcing the current principal, Veblen Wiblen Walker, a high-ranking alchemist, to give up some benefits to feed the family power behind him.

"Huh!" Veblen smiled inexplicably, looking at the many representatives of the major forces in front of him who did not dare to show up, and a faint bloodshot color appeared in his eyes.

The Rivoldin Blacksmith has been standing on the continent of Cadilamos for thousands of years, and it is not something that these people in front of him can coerce, in this case, he might as well do something more desperately, and let those guys who are staring at the Rivoldin Blacksmith in the dark see if they can gnaw on the 'fat'.

"Why, is Lord Veblen going to refuse? I've heard of Lord Bayer and the Hammer Dwarven warriors of the Rivodin clan falling in the midst of the war in the town of Irwindal. ”

Several figures present looked at Veblen at the same time, giving inexplicable pressure, they had already figured out the temper of this goblin high-level alchemist, and once he lost his support, he didn't know if he would be able to continue to maintain the pride of the goblin.

"Okay, I get it!" Veblen sat on the wooden chair dejectedly, his ornate robes a little dim at the moment.

"I just don't understand, don't you dare to ask for benefits if you don't understand the meaning of the Rivoldine blacksmith shop!?"

"Of course we understand, but the situation is different now, after all, the war provoked by the Rivoldine blacksmith shop, of course, you have to bear the losses."

"Moreover, Lord Veblen must know that this is the Kingdom of Stoke, not the mountains of the Rivodin Dwarves." Several figures looked at each other, a slight smile blooming in the shadows.

They had already heard of the weapons and wealth in the hands of the Richaldine blacksmiths, and hoped that this harvest would make up for the losses in the war.