The cold winter breeze blows, and the fresh atmosphere of the morning light after the noisy town of Irwindale last night, the blue streets are full of traffic, crowded with people, and the ears are full of visual maze full of flowers.

Modrian rode by, leading the Noxian blood-colored cavalry behind him into a loud noise, but no one dared to say much, the merchants and mercenaries who could survive in the town of Irvendale all knew the banner of the red-backed double-edged axe that fluttered in the sky and once raised boundless slaughter.

Hiss!

The neighing of the war horse sounded, and Modrian skillfully grasped the reins, controlled the war horse to stop, and his brown eyes stared ahead.

Cooper was already waiting in front of the steps of the garrison's mansion, but what really caught his attention was another white-haired old man holding a white jade scepter.

Dressed in a robe of slender gold filigree, the ornamentation was more elaborate and luxurious than any nobleman Modrian had ever seen, and he wore a silver crown on his head, which was adorned with orange gems.

There is no doubt that this is a real superior.

Just as Modrian was observing the white-haired old man, the old man also saw him at the same time, and said with his chin bowed: "Nancy Peters, I have seen Baron Modrian!" ”

The cold tone was mixed with a hint of gentleness, giving a sense of kindness, but then a faint golden life energy rose, and a majestic aura enveloped the area.

Bishop of the Temple of Power: Nancy Peters, who is in charge of all the affairs of the Temple of Power in the northern part of the Stoke Kingdom, is a famous person in the past six months.

The obscure expression flashed on Modrian's face, and he adjusted his inner emotions slightly, and he said softly: "It turned out to be Lord Nancy, and it was an honor to meet you." ”

"The town of Irwindale is no better than the city of Eedallas, I wonder what happened to Lord Nancy's coming this time?"

"Hehe, Baron Modrian said with a smile, the town of Irwindale today is known as a rising pearl in the northland of the kingdom." Nancy smiled gently, her expression full of approval, whether it was Modrian's praise or the town of Irwindal.

"I don't think it will take long for this place to attract the attention of the entire Stoke Kingdom."

"Lord Nancy joked, the development of the town of Irwindale is too restrictive, and it will not become an imperial pearl like the city of Edalas." Modrian remained modest, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

The old fellow's words are full of needles, and they are aimed at the town of Irwindale, and it seems that the thriving economy here arouses the coveting of the Temple of Power.

"What? Isn't Baron Modrian going to invite me in for a while? Nancy knows how to stop in moderation and tactfully divert the topic.

The comers are not good. Modrian's eyes were half-squinted, and out of the corner of his eye, did he see several knights in armor behind Nancy, Templar Knights?

"Of course, Nancy-sama is welcome to the Humble House." Modrian handed the reins to Cooper, moved his wrist slightly, and then ignored Nancy's others and went straight to the mansion.

He hated hypocrisy, especially the sword in his smile, and the aura of conquering everything, and now the bishop of the Temple of Power was all occupied.

"Ha, then let me open my eyes, what kind of goods is the Temple of Power, dare to be so arrogant in Valoran."

The Garrison's Mansion, a building in which Modrian liked it, leaned towards the simplicity and functionality of the previous life, and wasted almost no space.

"Mistress Nancy, let's get it straight, I'm a person who hates twists and turns." Modrian sat in the main seat of the living room, and then without waiting for the other party to take a seat, he went straight to the point.

"Uh......." Nancy looked stunned, for the first time since he took charge of the Temple of Power in Edalas City, he had seen someone so unkind to him, and he was still a baron.

None of that mattered, though, he had his own tasks to accomplish.

"Hehe, Baron Modrian's personality is really the same as rumored, he is decisive and speaks very directly." A faint smile washed away the astonishment, and Nancy turned her head slightly to look at the other people in the living room, as if to indicate something.

"What we're going to talk about next.........."

"No need, he {she} are all my henchmen, Master Nancy has something to say." Modrian interrupted the old man's words, insisting that Poppy, Gugaras, and Gregory stay, his tone mixed with a hint of playfulness.

"Maybe he [she] will be interested in the next topic as well."

The look of anger flickered, and Nancy held back the anger in her heart, her old face still smiling, but it looked somewhat stiff.

He already knew in his heart that this mission was a failure, no one was stupid, and he already knew the result from a few words of conversation, especially the bad attitude of the other party.

But if he didn't fight for it, he was a little unwilling, when was the main church of the Temple of Power so humiliated.

Even the one in the royal capital did not dare to underestimate the Power Temple, so during his reign of several decades, he suppressed and reduced the influence of the Power Temple.

But now, the light of the god of power is about to return to this land of faithlessness.

"What do you think about the situation in such a kingdom?" Nancy said with a smile back. "Do you want to take the next step in this event? Become a true upper-class nobleman like your father, Viscount Brooke. ”

"Isn't that what you've been pursuing?"

Modrian was slightly stunned, isn't this Lord Bishop here to hold him accountable? Why is it now becoming a woo for him?

It seems that they really have a crush on Valoran Collar, or have they found something?

"Lord Nancy laughed, my wish is only to be stationed in Valoran, and I never expect to become a real nobleman."

"Really? However, the military power of your realm seems to have surpassed the strength of the fiefdom stipulated by the laws of the kingdom, which seems to be a little different from what you said. Nancy's old face was still smiling, but it had a hint of inexplicable meaning at this time.

Click! Click! Click!

Hearing this, Modrian stood up and walked in front of Nancy step by step, he could feel the majestic life force in Nancy's body, but at this moment, he was no longer standing behind the hero before, not to mention the existence of Bobby and Gugaras.

He looked down at the old man in front of him, his cold eyes were undisguised with murderous intent.

"Nancy-sama, are you investigating me?"

"No, no, no, how I investigate Baron Modrian, it was inadvertently said by some believers in the God of Power during their confession." Nancy also restrained her smile, her wrinkled face glinting with a hint of gold.

"The god of power is watching here, hoping that Baron Modrian will consider my proposal."

"Perhaps in the future, we will serve the god of power together and welcome the glory of God to this prosperous territory."

Smack! Smack!

Modrian applauded lightly, seemingly agreeing, but the words that came out of his mouth made the look of power in front of him change the bishop's face suddenly.

"I'm sorry, Nancy-sama, I don't accept your explanation, so .........!"

"Tribulation, pass on my edict, Valoran's territory is forbidden to believe in the god of power."

"If there is a violation...... Lawfully kill on sight! ”

The cold words made the temperature in the living room drop a lot, and the two tall figures stared at each other.

"Yes." In the corner shadows, the figure of the catastrophe emerged, and then, after receiving the order, disappeared again. {After entering the town of Irwindale from Modrian, Doom once again lurks in the shadows around Modrian.} }

"Is this the outcome you want? Nancy-sama. Modrian bowed slightly, looked at the white-haired old man in front of him, and said coldly, since he wanted to force the Noxus Imperial cavalry to believe in the so-called god of power, everything was doomed.

"Gugaras, send-off!"

Boom!

With his fat hands holding down the trembling Nancy, the bishop of the Temple of Strength was shocked to find that his life energy seemed to be condensed, and he could not raise the slightest power to resist.

"Old fellow, you're not welcome here!" Gugaras said nonchalantly, his hands were slightly forced, and he directly threw the old man in front of him out of the garrison's mansion, in his eyes, there was no such thing as the old, weak, sick or disabled.

If it weren't for Modrian's order, he would have wanted to directly tear apart the old bastard full of hypocrisy in front of him!