The towering cyan walls slept like a giant beast, and the continuous drizzle obscured the view of the night.

Wow! Wow! Wow!

In the bedroom of the main fort of Fort Digvo, the golden magic lamp shone brightly, and the tip of the pure white quill brushed against the paperwork, making a slight rustling sound.

The breeze blows, and the shadows flicker.

Modrian was aware of this, put down the quill in his hand, and looked at the right side of the desk, where the figure of the robbery was already standing, hidden in the shadows, and bowed his hand respectfully.

"How does it feel?" Modrian spoke, not asking if it had worked out.

In his opinion, just the peepers and the power of the Oak Tavern could not stop the surprise attack of the shadow stream, and perhaps they did not even have the qualifications to be enemies, but could only be regarded as a simple killing.

"Very weak."

A low and hoarse voice sounded, and his tone was full of indifference, and he couldn't see the emotion of the robbery.

Modrian smiled, stood up, walked to the balcony of his bedroom, and quietly looked out at Fort Digvo, a territory that belonged to him, with fertile farms and expanded barracks that had long occupied the mountainside, and there was little room left.

The bluestone roads connecting all directions can be seen everywhere with the cavalry of the Noxian Empire galloping on horseback, and the pitch-black figure breaks through the rain curtain, showing the elite color with a calm and unhurried momentum.

Turning his head slightly, Modrian stared at the left side of Fort Digvo, using all the homesteader farm cards he had just acquired, green rice dotting the desolate mountainsides, waiting for the autumn harvest.

"There will be enough enemies, and the glory of the Shadow Stream will bloom again here." Modrian stretched out his hands and leaned out of the balcony, feeling the icy rain falling.

It's time to complete the tasks of the system, and the tired body craves the unknown challenges, instead of staying in the library, staying in the territory, enjoying the luxury of the aristocracy.

As dawn came, an orange-red light tore through the gloomy gray sky, reflecting the drizzle and revealing psychedelic colors.

"Lord Modrian, breakfast is ready." Outside the bedroom door, Crane's voice could be heard.

At the table, Modrian savored a familiar breakfast, vegetable soup, white bread and wild boar jerky.

Although the food of Harriman Castle was not as delicate and delicious as the food, he still ate happily, and during this time away, he felt that he missed everything in Fort Digvo, and only here could he feel at ease and familiar.

"How's the exploration of the refined iron veins going?" Modrian picked up the clean napkin next to the table, wiped his mouth, and asked casually.

If nothing else, this newly excavated vein of refined iron will become an important economic source for the future development of Fort Wo.

This is no less than the golden shield he has stored now, and in the long run, it is far more than what the golden shield represents.

Refined iron ore represents weapons and equipment, and for Modrian, because of the existence of the system, he does not look down on ordinary equipment made of refined iron ore.

But for some nobles and local powers, refined iron ore is very attractive, otherwise there would not be so many people who want Modrian to die on the way home.

Now, he will take a good look at this refined iron vein and use it to open up the situation of the Stoke Kingdom, and it is more likely that the future construction of the territory will also be settled.

Crane habitually opened the notepad he carried with him, looked for the things recorded from the dense text, and said: "The refined iron vein is in good condition, and according to experience, it contains a lot of ore. ”

"However, yesterday news came that the Noxian soldiers who were guarding the mine had discovered a passage from inside, possibly leading to the fortress of Lakstark."

Modrian's movement of wiping his mouth froze slightly, and then returned to normal, originally he was still thinking about how to complete the tasks issued by the system, but he didn't expect that there would be a pillow when he was sleepy.

"Not bad." Modrian said appreciatively, then asked Crane something else. "Have you all arrived?"

"We've all arrived, and we're waiting for you in the council hall." Crane put away his notepad and said in a respectful voice.

"Well, let's go down then."

Modrian walked down the stairs to the conference hall of the main castle, where there were already many people sitting at the small conference table, and today's internal meeting was announced in advance before he returned.

Perhaps it was because he was starting to adjust to his role as a lord, and some things were starting to be arranged early instead of being decided on the fly.

As before, on the left side of the square table, Drius, Sain, and Watsman sat in order.

There was a slight change on the right side, and Crane was no longer seated, standing quietly to the left of Modrian, with his notepad spread out in his hand, ready to record some of the meeting.

That's why there are only two people sitting on the right, Gregory and Bobby.

However, everyone didn't pay attention to this, but focused on the side of Modrian's right hand, as if hiding in the shadows.

The strange and familiar feeling, mixed with a certain mysterious atmosphere, made Zai stand there, looming, in a trance, as if completely hidden in the shadow of Modrian.

Looking closely, it brings a palpitating feeling that swallows everything.

Face the shadows, face the death.

Next, except for Darius, Sain, and Bobby, the rest of them didn't dare to look at the robbery anymore, and they were familiar, just because they were also from Valoran, and the class gap existed like a ravine.

"You should be familiar with this, Lord of the Shadow Stream." Modrian turned his head slightly, looked at Darius, and said.

According to some information, although Darius and Sain were not involved in the invasion of Ionia, it did not prevent them from knowing the reputation of the Ionian.

After all, representing the future of the shadow stream, Cain is from the Noxian Empire.

"I know his name, very strong ninja!" Poppy said with some excitement, a funny look in her purple eyes, well, for her, there is one more hero to challenge.

As for Darius and Sain, they nodded slightly at the catastrophe hidden in the shadows, and did not say too much.

In fact, from the current scene, we can see some situations in the future, as there are more and more heroes under Modrian, depending on the force to which they belong, or their relatives, there will be various small huddles.

But now, it is still the Noxian Empire that dominates.

There is not much that can be done, and many of the heroes, classes, and buildings given by the system in the early stage are from the Noxian Empire.

"The theme of today's meeting is the Fortress of Lakstak........." Modrian said word by word, looking around at the crowd.

"And, to establish the bloody prestige of Fort Digva once and for all."