The pace of winter crept into the city of Edalas, the slight cold wind blowing the glow of dawn, sweeping away the warmth of half of the city's smokers, and the jagged roof tiles still hung the ice edges that had not yet melted.

Located in the southwest corner of the city, the garrison's mansion, this pale blue manor is quite springy compared to the winter snow outside.

Looking down, the estate is full of seasonal plants, and the meandering and clear water runs through it, reflecting the colorful scenery.

The glow of dawn is completely different from the greenery of winter.

Knock knock!

Slender pale fingers tapped lightly on the table, and Benny Izzy, the powerful baron in charge of the garrison of Edalas, was reading the unsealed cipher.

"Dodd, what do you think about this incident?" Baron Benny sat behind the crimson desk, his tone slightly unnatural, his calm eyes flooding with waves.

A wry smile floated on Dodd's butler's face, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Benny's slightly trembling fingers, as if the shock in his heart had not subsided for a long time.

In fact, who can not be surprised?

In less than two years, that young master of Modrian, nay, as he should be called Baron Modrian, has made a name for himself in the bitter cold of the north.

Not long ago, the Sentinel sent a secret message that the Bishop of the Temple of Power, Nancy Peters, had fallen in Irwindale, and that the Temple of Power in the northern part of the kingdom had lost most of its power.

This shocking news made everyone, including those who still coveted that rich territory, consciously stop their movements, and many even began to withdraw some sentries on their own initiative, as if they were afraid of angering the nerve endings of a certain existence.

"In this conflict with the Temple of Strength, the Valoran Lord, or Baron Modrian's forces, exposed three knight chiefs with outstanding combat effectiveness, not knights and grand knights, but knights who really stand at the peak of knights!" {The town of Irwindale was witnessed by many ordinary people and hidden spies in a battle that could be devastated.} }

"And that's just the strength that is exposed, who knows how much strength Modrian is hiding?"

Adjusting the tie around his neck slightly, Steward Dodd lowered his gaze, he still remembered the scene when he first met Modrian, when Baron Modrian was just a shy young man, far less than the attention of many forces as he is now, and even had the slightest possibility of becoming a top power.

"We missed our best chance." Steward Dodd said respectfully, his hands hanging on his waist and abdomen, and his voice raised slightly.

"But it's not too late, after all, we have always maintained a good relationship with Baron Modrian, and have provided him with some convenience and help."

Baron Benny came back to his senses and turned to look at Dodd in front of him, a flash of ripple in his calm eyes. "Perhaps."

"Some people from the Perris family have sent me another letter asking me to get in touch with Modrian, hoping that he will return to Perris Castle before the glorious festival, do you think it is possible?"

"They think too much." Steward Dodd replied without hesitation. "With the character traits shown by Young Master Modrian, he will not return to Perris Castle."

"The original expulsion, but no one interceded for him, and he silently came to the north of the kingdom alone to open up the territory, facing the fate of life and death."

"Hehe, who said it wasn't." Baron Benny smiled, reached out to put away the secret letter on the table, and stood up, his slender and sturdy side, with ordinary clothes, looking gentle and elegant.

"Brooke, that guy doesn't know what to think, maybe he's sorry."

The knight chief is an indispensable top force for every noble family, especially small and medium-sized nobles, which is equivalent to a bottom-like existence.

"The storm in the kingdom is brewing, and we don't know when it will sweep in, so we need to prepare early."

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Blue Strawberry Lodge.

Modrian looked at the simple inn, playful green vegetation spreading out of the walls, cowering in the howling winter wind, trying to escape back to the green courtyard.

Every time he came to the city of Edalas, he would choose to live here, not only because of the architectural style, but also because of a little nostalgia.

When he first arrived in the city, he was just an unknown pioneer knight, surviving with trepidation, not even daring to attract the attention of some local nobles

However, fate plays with the world.

He rose from the town of Irwindale too quickly, so fast that he didn't have to live carefully, and he didn't have to care about what others thought. Because they already have the ability to move towards a better life.

Whether it was the initial defeat of the Jeffrey family's Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion, or the later destruction of the noble coalition, it was enough to make his name intimidate the little ones.

This is not the homeland of the earth in the previous life, and there is no so-called ancient adage that the tree is beautiful and the forest wind will destroy it, because the concept of the two worlds is different.

In the continent of Calradimos, the communication between people is closer to the cunning, etiquette, rudeness, deceit, and most importantly, strength of the Western Middle Ages.

Strength is the cornerstone of everything.

If you have strength, you can communicate with the other party, even if you have no strength, no matter how modest you are, in the eyes of the other party, you are just a casual aristocratic young master, and there is no difference between you and a low-level homeless, at least for the aristocratic forces, this is the case.

"Strength! It's really fascinating stuff. ”

Modrian smiled slightly, not caring about the presence of spies around him, this is confidence in strength, and it is also reassuring that Bobbi and Gulagas are following behind him. {The barrel of the old churros yearns for the good wine of the city of Edalas.} }

He believed that the battle that took place in the town of Irwindale had absolutely spread to many forces in the city of Edalas, almost directly annihilating all the forces of the Temple of Power in the northern part of the kingdom, and its murderous and bloody methods were sensational! {The effect of false rumors is most likely to be described as some kind of exaggeration when information is circulating.} }

The news had been reported by Shadow Stream before he entered, and as he passed through the city gates, the two centurions stationed there looked at his team with panic and vigilance, their weapons clenched tightly for fear of an accident.

The director of the inn quickly greeted him, welcomed Modrian and his party with a smile on his face, and then instructed his entourage to prepare delicious food.

"Welcome to Baron Modrian's Blue Strawberry Hotel again, I think Lord Benny will be glad to have you here." The principal walked in front to show Modrian the way, complimenting him in passing.

"The atmosphere in Edalas City during this time was not very good, and it seemed that someone was pouting for something."

"Really?" Hearing this, Modrian raised his eyebrows, and then didn't care, and continued to move forward, walking towards the reserved room.

The little man has his own news channels for the little people, but to the point where he is now, he will inevitably have some blushing and blind eyes, but everything depends on strength after all.

That's why he chose to venture out in the town of Irwindale, because he wanted to show off some of his prowess before the Glorious Festival Day, so that the coveters in the shadows could stop their unsuspecting moves.

However, it seems that the effect is not as good as expected.

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It's really not been good lately, so let me adjust it and sort out the follow-up plot development by the way.