The blizzard in the hill was sudden, and it seemed that he wanted to restore the snow-white world covered in silver, but he didn't want to, and the more it was dyed, it became more and more red, turning into a sea of blood.

Angela gently brushed away the snowflakes above her head, and I saw that her expression slowly returned to flat and cold, and she looked up at Modrian, and said in a self-deprecating tone.

"Who would have thought that you, who were once unknown in Perris Castle, would have such a big change, I was wrong, and the Jeffrey family was also wrong, so the Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion was defeated miserably today."

"If it weren't for your persecution, I wouldn't be where I am now." Modrian leaped from his horse, the blood stained on the cyan greatsword dripping onto the snow, spreading out a crimson path.

"Now, do I have the strength to know why?" Modrian stood in front of Angela, quietly staring at her emerald blue eyes.

"Of course, Moderian Knight!"

Bending slightly respectfully, Angela looked at Sain beside her, and the knight chief who was silently staring at here not far away-Darius.

"Actually, it all came from your father, Viscount Brooke."

"It is undeniable that Viscount Brooke's performance during the ten-year Great Patriotic War in the Kingdom of Stoke is definitely a hero, but he is greedy, or he is too eager to become a blood noble."

"Coincidentally, our Jeffrey family also needs such a meritorious general to stabilize the family's position in the northern part of the kingdom, so the marriage was born, and the Jeffrey family married a noble girl to become the wife of Viscount Brooke at that time."

"The terms of the exchange between the two are simple, the Jeffrey family helps Viscount Brooke gain the rights of hereditary nobility and become a new blood noble."

"And all Viscount Brooke has to do is become a supporter of the Jeffrey family, and the first boy to be born has to add Jeffrey's surname to his name."

"That's where your brother, Kadir Jeffrey Perris, got his name."

Angela paused, hoping to see a change in Modrian's calm face, but unfortunately, disappointed her.

"Go on!" Modrian's face remained unchanged, and his faint eyes looked at Angela, who was playing a little trick in front of him at the moment.

"After the end of the Ten Years Great Patriotic War, Viscount Brooke seems to regret a little, he wants to retract the promise he made to the Jeffrey family, he wants to become an imperial party, to become a lackey of the old fellow." Angela continued.

"But how could our Jeffrey family give up, especially when we paid so many benefits in the early stage."

"In order to ensure that Kadir can inherit the power of the Perris family, some members of the Jeffrey family, including me, began to plan a secret conspiracy."

"And you, Modrian Perris, are the victim of this aristocratic conspiracy, a poor man abandoned by the Perris family and targeted by the Jeffrey family."

"But in the end, no one thought that you would hide so deeply, deceive everyone, or rather, Viscount Brooke?"

After listening to Angela's words, Modrian stood in the snow for a long time, silent, and the scattered snowflakes fell on the black armor, accumulating thicker and thicker.

"Don't tempt me, I am who I am, and when I leave Perris Castle, I am no longer the second son of the Perris family."

"Gone? Just because of the inheritance of the hereditary viscount, do you want me to disappear into the world in such a way? Modrian asked Angela, as if hoping to get more information from her mouth, not the aristocratic machinations of this bullshit rubbish.

"It's gone!" Angela frowned, she looked at Modrian, who was vaguely wrong at this time, and there was a sense of uneasiness and danger spreading in her heart.

"According to the regulations of the Council of Nobles, I, Angela Françoise Geoffrey, have the right to redeem myself, and I am willing to enter into a noble contract for this."

"Modrian, I am the first in line to the throne of the Geoffrey family, the future Grand Duke of the North, and the ransom I received .............."

Hahaha!

Hahahaha!

Hahaha!

Ha ha!

Modrian suddenly laughed, laughing maniacally, and cold tears splashed as he lost control of his emotions, making him look particularly funny and pitiful at this time.

Thinking back to the more than two months he had traveled, from Perris Castle, to the town of Irwindale, to Fort Digwo, he begged for space like a stray dog.

But it can't be worth the other party's words, this is just a conspiracy between nobles, you are an outcast, and you deserve these things.

"Yes, outcasts!" Modrian wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and silently strengthened his ideas in his heart.

So, everything I'm doing now, I'm slapping everyone in the cheek who wants to see the joke, because I survived and won the war.

Modrian looked at Darius, at Sain, at the Tryfari Legionnaires, at the War Masons, at the Noxian Expeditionary Cavalry, at the Noxian Imperial Cavalry.

The aristocracy is really a disgusting class, and although he has benefited a lot from it, it does not prevent him from resisting it so much now.

It's a very contradictory psychology, but it's real.

Sonorous!

The cyan greatsword was held in his hand, and Modrian gently slashed through his left palm, and a little bit of crimson blood flowed in the sword groove, merging with the sword body.

"I set you free!"

Click!

The cyan sword light flashed!

"After you die!"

Grunt!

Angela's beautiful head rolled down the snow of the hills, the blood sprayed red snowflakes, and the expression of disbelief remained on her innocent and beautiful face, and the shock and fear did not dissipate in her blue eyes.

"Darius, Sain, let's go, go back to Fort Voix!"

Modrian took one last look at the blood-soaked hills, paying no attention to the hidden sentinels, and waving the remaining Noxian soldiers to leave.

The roaring hooves of horses rang out, taking away wisps of grief and the remains of their comrades, as well as the spoils of victory after victory.

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

The Aarenser Hills, the edge of the hilly battlefield.

It wasn't until the figure of the black cavalry could no longer be seen that the hidden sentinels appeared one after another, accompanied by seven or eight spell energy fluctuations, and they had to pass on the news here to their respective forces at the first time.

A new Knight Chief!

The first heir in line to the Jeffrey family is dead!

These are all news that can change the situation in the northern part of the kingdom, especially when the two happen together, and it is more likely to change many uncertain factors and situations.

After the news was delivered, these sentries came to the edge of the bloody battlefield without interfering with each other, carefully observing the traces of the battle, and estimating the approximate strength of the black cavalry.

It was precisely because of this that these sentinels showed a look of horror, and another cavalry no less than the Iron Thorn appeared, and even more formidable.

The sky is about to change in the northern part of the Stoke Kingdom!

This is the consensus of the sentinels.

The Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion, which symbolizes the glory of the Jeffrey family, failed here, and so completely.

So what should the Jeffrey family, as the top nobles of the North, do?

Perhaps not only the Jeffrey family, but also the nobles in the northern part of other kingdoms could not be outside the whirlpool, and there are rumors that His Majesty the King of the Stoke Kingdom is seriously ill.

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

PS1: Volume 1 is over, ready to start Volume 2.

PS2: It's one shift today, I can't stand it, and I'll definitely have two shifts tomorrow, otherwise I'll eat!