Late winter nights.

Over the arena.

The lights, moonlight, and starlight complement each other, making the scenery hazy and psychedelica, as if a light veil covers the night sky.

The banquet is over, and the deep road is full of people.

Each guest walks gracefully to the stables at the back of the building, where the waiting servants prepare the ornate carriage and await the arrival of the master.

Harvest? Definitely.

This was the first large-scale banquet held by Valoran, and the many forces present had more or less additional gains, and as for the benefits of dividing the cake, they got certain guarantees from the mouths of Horace and others.

Of course, they knew in their hearts that Valoran's current terrifying might was being treated, so they treated Horace's assurances with a cautious attitude.

"Sophia, are you coming back to Irwindale with us?"

In front of the delicate carriage of pale red, Alva issued an invitation, and her eyes showed a hint of anticipation.

In the second half of the banquet, she, Pamela, and Lydia deeply felt the monstrous power of the Valoran Lord, and no matter who faced Sophia, they would all bow down respectfully and offer their own greetings.

It was just Sophia, and if it were Baron Modrian himself, she could not imagine it.

"No, I'll go back to where I live later." Sophia shook her head lightly and refused, seeing Crane Butler waiting silently not far away. "Next time, I'll go to you next time."

With that, she waved her hand and walked away with light steps.

On the bluestone pavement, the bright moonlight followed the pace, sprinkling Sophia's green robe, glowing with natural light.

Alva's eyes showed a hint of envy and jealousy, and with a light sigh, she suppressed her emotions and turned back into the carriage.

Sometimes, the gap is too large to make people completely lose the idea of comparing themselves and realize the ordinary existence of the self.

"Actually, we've got a 'not easy' friendship that will change our respective destinies, won't it?"

Inside the warm carriage, the fragrance of elk filled, and Pamela gently pulled Lydia and Alva's arms, whispering, her charming face full of satisfaction.

Click! Click!

The carriage started, the crisp sound of horses' hooves hitting the ground, like rain and dew, a touch of winter mist rose, and the figures of Alva and the others gradually disappeared into the vast night.

......

......

In the private room of the banquet hall, Modrian fiddled with the teacup in front of him, thoughtful.

The content of the conversation at the meeting was somewhat unexpected to him, the Temple of Wealth and the Temple of Power each sent people over, not to carve up the tempting cake of the Stoke Kingdom.

On the contrary, the two families have different intentions of cooperation, representing the Grand Duchy of Tambefarsa and the Kingdom of Fadilha, respectively, who want to establish an alliance-like trade relationship with Valoran.

"What's your opinion?" Modrian looked at Svein beside him and asked softly.

Hearing this, Svein smiled and raised a hand, slowly clenching it into a fist, the crimson light flashing.

"They are afraid of the invisible forces behind us."

"The battle in the Great Plains of Shatar has shown that Valoran has the power to rival the gods, but they don't know if this is all Valoran's power."

"So, they want to use the partnership to find out the specific strength of the Valoran Territory?" Modrian's eyes were half-squinted, his expression cold, and his index finger tapped lightly on the table.

"Not all." Svein continued. "It's also possible that you really want to borrow the power of Valoran's Lord."

"I remember that the situation of the Fadilha Kingdom is not as good as I imagined, otherwise I would not have thought of opening up another place of faith."

"In the case of the Temple of Wealth, perhaps they who believe in wealth are chasing profits, and the development of Valoran Territory has attracted their attention, and even the goddess of wealth behind it."

"Ha, that's interesting." Modrian seemed to think of something and nodded slightly.

The continent of Karadimos is not only the empire of Elan Faro, but further south, there is also a powerful empire with an equally prestigious reputation.

"Then we promise them to establish mutual trade relations, including the Barras family. However, this will need to be after we have taken full control of the Stoke Kingdom. ”

"A wise choice." Svein and Darius stood up and bowed slightly.

Time passed, and the night deepened.

Dark clouds and mist quietly engulfed the stars, and only the crescent moon hung high.

Modrian closed his eyes slightly, as if waiting for something, and sat quietly in the main seat, shaking his head.

Abruptly, the hazy light and shadow outside the window fluttered.

Then Modrian opened his eyes, and a rich stream of dark green data appeared in his pupils, rolling ripples like a whirlpool: "Is it time?" ”

As if hearing his muttering to himself, the data stream in his eyes bloomed with a little gold, slowly flowing and shining, forming the shape of a lucky bag, with delicate runes engraved on the surface.

【Ding...... Congratulations to the host and get the New Year Pack*1! 】

The time hand quietly crosses the year 1460 of the starfall epoch and enters the new year.

It is also the glorious festival day at the beginning of the year.

The League of Legends system sent a New Year's greeting to Modrian, a gift.

[Host, do you want to open the New Year's Pack*1?] 】

The familiar cold prompt sounded in his ears, and Modrian smiled softly, not like the main quest and temporary quest, which should be the reward that he has never been absent since he came to the continent of Calradimos.

Moderian sat upright, extending his soul's consciousness, touching the golden gift bag placed inside the item, and immediately made a choice.

【Yes!】 】

Click!

Brilliant golden light rendered the vision, and the lucky bag shattered into pieces in response, forming an exquisite rune array, pulling out dim energy fluctuations.

【Ding...... Congratulations to the host and obtaining Akali's Black Gold Chest*1! 】

Well?

Staring at the black-gold boxes that appeared in his field of vision, Modrian's expression was full of doubts, the things that were issued in the New Year's gift pack every year were basically not repeated, and they generally did not give just one item.

"Akali's black gold chest? Is this something similar to the previous Lucky Chest? ”

Modrian saw the true appearance of [Akali's Black Gold Chest] in [Item], which was somewhat similar to the Lucky Chest, but it was pitch black, and only the location of the keyhole shone with a pure golden glow.

【Special Item: Akali's Black Gold Chest*1!】 】

[Note: Although the treasure chest is named after Akali, this is a mysterious item obtained in the spiritual world of nothingness, and it contains many rare items.] 】

"Kind of interesting, the spiritual world of nothingness?"

"Ionian circulars, beyond the boundaries of matter, exist in the spiritual realm."

Modrian's mind was racing, and some faint memories of Ionia were conjuvenile to the vast archipelago known as the First Land, where the boundaries between the physical and spiritual realms were blurred.

With a slight movement of consciousness, he took out the [Akali's Black Gold Treasure Chest] from the [Item] and placed it on the wooden table.

With a flash of light in his eyes, Modrian observed the black metal cabinet in front of him, which was a little different from [Akali's Lucky Chest], and looked more delicate, especially the golden keyhole on the front that resembled wings, which deeply attracted the focus of his attention.

【Ding...... Host, do you want to open Akali's black gold chest? 】

The cold system prompt continued to sound, and Modrian's expression was relaxed, not very anxious, Valoran led a new beginning now, not as struggling as before, and even he was in the mood to look out the window at the dark night.

"A new life, a new beginning, and hopefully a new good fortune!"

【Open!】 】