This uninvited strange nobleman put his hands on the log table, his fair and feminine face hung an indifferent look, and his pale green eyes looked directly at Modrian, with an inexplicable hostility, and then said softly: "Long time no see, Modrian Perris, who would have thought that the little guy who left the castle of Perris would actually cause a lot of turmoil!" ”

Half-squinting his eyes, Modrian looked at the unfamiliar feminine figure in front of him, and couldn't help but jump out of his mind with an image, he was still coming, and he couldn't hide, and finally he said slowly: "Baron Emerson? It's an honor to meet you here! ”

"Hahaha, I'm also honored to meet you, 'Pioneer Knight' Modrian, I heard that there will be a special performance at tonight's banquet, I wonder if you are interested in participating?" Baron Emerson said nonchalantly, but his serpent-like eyes remained fixed on Modrian's face.

"I'm sorry, Baron Emerson, I'm not feeling well and can't participate in too intense activities!" Modrian refused directly, ignoring the identity of the person in front of him.

"No, no, no, from the time you killed Ferdinand, the Knight of Glory, in the Plains of the Wilderness, you can't stay out of it." Baron Emerson shook his head and said, with a gentle smile on his calm cheeks, what an elegant demeanor.

"Waiter, have a cup of ice and snow flames." Baron Emerson snapped his fingers at the waiters who were not far away, and nodded.

"Mr. Baron, this is the Ice Flame you want." The waiter walked over quickly, handed over a glass of ice-blue wine, and left the place in a hurry.

Baron Emerson took a sip of the transparent glass wine glass, and his tone suddenly became cold, cold to the bone: "What's more, you were killing the wolf thief jackdaw later, didn't the person behind you tell you that it was the power raised by the Jeffrey family?" ”

Modrian frowned when he heard this, suppressed the anger in his heart, and calmly told the truth to him: "Everyone else is going to kill you, can't you fight back?" ”

"Well, that's good, it seems that the power that Brooke secretly gave you has completely removed from the introverted and shy appearance you had at Perris Castle." Baron Emerson said with his hands clapped out, without a hint of a smile on his feminine countenance.

"So the current situation has become a war between the Perris family and the Jeffrey family, and you are one of the protagonists of the stage play, and this is your brother Kadir who has not received 'glory'!"

Baron Emerson turned his head to look at the chattering nobles at the banquet, whose eyes would be fixed here from time to time, waiting for the outcome of this corner.

Modrian was silent, he vaguely understood what Baron Emerson meant in front of him, it seemed that everyone had misunderstood that the Noxian Imperial cavalry was the power given to him by his father, Viscount Brooke, and what he did also made people mistakenly think that the Perris family was fighting back against the Jeffrey family and interfering with their choice of an heir.

It's a little ridiculous, but Modrian can't debunk it, it's just that he can't figure out why his father, Viscount Brooke, didn't come forward after these wrong things happened? This is not like the harsh father figure he remembered in his previous body.

"Baron Emerson, I'm suddenly feeling unwell, so I'll step back first." Modrian stood up and prepared to leave the main banquet hall, realizing that he should not have come to the city of Edalas for the so-called aristocratic gathering, although he got some of the things and results he wanted.

"Huh!? You're leaving, don't you know the meaning of the Perris surname on your shoulders? Baron Emerson looked at Modrian in astonishment, he was a little puzzled by the current situation, the person in front of him really didn't care about the glory of the Perris family in the north of the kingdom?

Glory to the nobility? Dignity? And what does the surname mean?

Modrian was dismissive of this, now that he was so weak, why should he claim to bear the glory of the Perris family, he was nothing more than an outcast of the family.

Just as Modrian was about to step away, he noticed that many eyes were watching from the main banquet hall, including Baron Benny and Count Raphael, and even the eyes that had been prying before were staring at him again.

"The last name of the Perris family!" Modrian paused slowly, he remembered what Baron Benny had said before this banquet, the Perris family name had a special influence in the northern part of the kingdom, and recalled all the things that had happened since he came to the northern part of the kingdom.

If he hadn't been the second son of the Perris family, would he have reached the town of Irwindale so easily? Will he get the right to use the abandoned sentry? Will Fort Dig be able to be built safely?

In the express laws of the Kingdom of Stoke, the special rights of nobility were much higher than those of the commoners and merchants, let alone the second son of a viscount with real power.

"Really dirty guys!" Modrian's heart was full of helplessness, he looked down at the feminine face of Baron Emerson, the disgust in his eyes was undisguised, if he left here like this today, he believed that the rest of the matter would go bad, no, maybe more trouble than imagined.

"What do you want to do? Lord Baron Emerson! ”

"Me? It's not what I want to do, but such a noble banquet, shouldn't there be a wonderful stage play? Let's say a duel between two knights. Baron Emerson also stood up, his eyes on Modrian.

"Knights? I'm sorry, Baron Emerson, my talent is mediocre and I haven't become a knight yet! Modrian retorted, and then realized what Baron Emerson meant behind it, is this a test of the strength of my subordinates?

"Of course it's not you, how can the nobles end up in person, I have a vassal knight who admires the guy who killed the jackdaw, and it just so happens that I know that he came to the party with you, I don't know if I can ......." Baron Emerson didn't say anything, he was waiting for Modrian's reply.

"Gregory!" Modrian suppressed the strange thoughts in his heart, it seemed that many people had misunderstood something, but there were still many things that he did not understand, how the killing he caused could simply be decided by a knight's battle.

Obviously impossible, but what the meaning behind this is, Modrian doesn't know, and he won't expect the dirty guy in front of him to tell him.

"Yes!" Modrian promised to use the final facts to confirm something, and he also believed in Gregory's strength.

"Very good, I began to appreciate your character, maybe your previous performance at Perris Castle was all an illusion, and your acting skills were good." Baron Emerson exclaimed. "Let's go, I don't think Count Raphael would be stingy enough to refuse to offer us a place for a knightly duel."

"No need, let's just do it, the elegant banquet hall and the gorgeous stage play, isn't it a perfect match?" Modrian said defiantly, since he had already torn his face, why did he continue to pretend, he believed that the other nobles in the main hall of the banquet would be looking forward to the scene of this duel.