Early the morning after the lavish gathering of nobles at Harriman Castle, Modrian politely declined Baron Benny's offer and left the city of Edallas with Gregory and the Noxian expeditionary cavalry.

Perhaps the impact of the banquet was still there, but this time the departure did not happen, and Modrian returned to Fort Dig without any problems.

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The cold winds of the winter season are getting colder and colder, and the training ground in the southwest corner of Fort Dig is cleaned almost once a day, and the wind and snow are blowing, and the cold freezes the equipment.

Whew! Whew! Whew!

At this time, there were bursts of wheezing in the training ground under the icy low temperature, and through the diffuse white fog, two figures were frantically staggering, and their heavy footsteps shook the bluestone ground.

Dense sweat slid down his fair face, Modrian seemed to feel nothing, his hands clenched the cyan sword, his bare arm muscles were dense and slender, and with his swinging movements, it was like an incomparably complex machine, with smooth and regular movements, full of terrifying explosive power.

Standing opposite him was Darius, compared to Modrian's sweat, Darius looked extremely relaxed, holding a stainless steel shield in his right hand, sometimes dodging, sometimes raising the shield to meet Modrian's heavy slash, completely a sparring look.

Every time the cyan greatsword hit the steel shield, a piercing roar sounded, dispelling the surrounding fog, revealing the staggered figures of the two sides. If you look closely, the mist is the evaporation of hot sweat that has just penetrated from the body to the surface of the skin during intense exercise, and when it encounters the external low temperature environment.

Sonorous!

After one last reluctant slash, Modrian stopped, holding the teal sword and pestle on the ground, his heavy breathing continued, and fatigue had already hit his mind.

Although his own strength cannot be improved due to talent, he can be proficient and accumulate skills and experience, especially with the personal teaching of Darius, such an opportunity can be well grasped.

The banquet in Harriman Castle made him see a lot of things clearly, not only the hypocritical faces of the nobles, but also the strength of those nobles, hidden in a corner, he observed that many gentlemen and nobles had knightly strength, and even a few of them had a similar aura compared to Darius.

The white mist gradually dissipated, and Modrian regained a little strength, moving his lower limbs slightly, especially the upper half of his shirtless body, which was covered by layers of white objects, which were salt stains left by the evaporation of sweat.

Crane, who was standing on the side, duly handed the kettle and towel, and Modrian took the kettle, took a sip of salt water, and then picked up the towel and wiped his body a few times.

"What are the results of the equipment test at the Rivoldine Blacksmith?" Modrian asked.

"The quality is good, it can be compared to the standard equipment of the Noxus Imperial cavalry, but there are still some gaps compared to the equipment of the expeditionary cavalry and officers." There was a hint of arrogance in Crane's tone, the pride of the Noxians.

"Really? That's fine, after all, it's a high-quality equipment created by the Rivoldin dwarves. Modrian nodded and smiled, I have to say that the equipment made by the Noxian Empire is indeed excellent, and the exquisite technology in some details is impressive.

The Noxian Imperial cavalry summoned by the League of Legends system all brought their own sophisticated equipment, but those were basically used by cavalry, and if they were used for city defense and long-range defense, they were somewhat insufficient, so when he went to Edalas City, he bought a large number of bows and shields for later use.

Modrian was talking to Crane and Darius about tedious things as he walked to the main castle, where he needed to cleanse his tired body after a workout.

In the bathroom on the third floor of the main castle, the cold water washed Modrian's fair face head-on, and the chill to the bones stimulated his nerves, making him in a state of stillness and thought.

From the end of the aristocratic gathering at Harriman Castle, Mordrians had a hunch that the Jeffrey family would never give up, and for the aristocratic community, it would not consider the feelings of certain people, but would only care if their own interests were violated.

And his actions and remarks are unacceptable and forgivable by the Jeffrey family, Modrian does not regret this, it is important for people to live and respect their hearts, he doesn't care about the dignity and glory of the Perris family, but someone is riding on his face, so why be patient, the big deal is to do TM, who is afraid of whom?

In fact, from the beginning of the matter, Modrian was just a waste that could be disposed of at hand for the Geoffrey family, but no one could have imagined that he could reach the town of Irwindale safely, and simply deal with the wolf thief jackdaw controlled by the Geoffrey family, and even beat the face of iron thorns in the face of glory at the aristocratic banquet.

Fate is unpredictable, but it is so ridiculously funny.

Modrian came out of the bathroom after washing, only to find Crane standing at the door of the room, as if he had been waiting for a while, and said, "Crane, is there something wrong with you?" ”

"Lord Modrian, today is the last day of the winter season, and the last day of the year 1456 in the starfall calendar, are we going to celebrate for a few days according to the custom of this world?" Crane asked respectfully.

Does time pass so fast? Modrian's expression was in a trance when he heard this, if according to the words of the earth in the previous life, today is the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and tomorrow's glorious festival day is the Spring Festival, so calculate the time, it has been more than two months since he came to the Calradimos continent.

"Will there be any celebrations in the Noxian Empire to welcome the arrival of the new year?" Modrian put down the towel that was wiping his wet hair, looked at Crane and said, with a hint of inquiry and curiosity in his tone.

"Different regions of the empire will have different ways of celebrating, some elaborate and some grand, but the army is simple, with wrestling and gladiatorial fights that are extremely popular with soldiers, as well as unlimited food and spirits." Crane's face showed a look of remembrance, and the images of his memories of the past came to mind one by one.

After a slight silence, Modrian smiled and patted Crane on the shoulder and said slowly: "Wait and contact Cooper, ask him to bring more food and drinks before the evening, and we will celebrate tonight at Fort Delv, as for the gladiatorial fight, it can also be arranged, but be careful of injury." ”

"Thank you, Lord Modrian." Crane said as he bent down and whispered, his urgency driving him to leave the room quickly.

In the cold winter, time always flies quickly, the footsteps of the sunset are fleeting, and the shining stars have already embellished the coming night.

The slumbering Fort Dig awakens, the training ground is lit up with bright magical lights, the cold chill is dispelled by the burning bonfires, the food and spirits are scattered everywhere, and the Noxians drink spirits while singing old songs together, and the cacophony ignites everyone, and the sound of joy and laughter reverberates through the night sky.

Meanwhile, in the second-floor dining room of Fort Digvo, Modrian and Darius sat together, a copper pot in front of them steaming hot on the stove, and the soup in it was tumbling, and the ingredients were sometimes cooked.

Modrian skillfully beckoned them to enjoy the hot pot, smiling and savoring the delicious food in the boiling hot soup.

Compared to Darius, who followed him first, Gregory and Crane were a little overwhelmed, moving slowly, smiling stiffly, and watching as the food was destroyed at a rapid pace.

Seeing their appearance, Modrian smiled happily, very similar, very much like himself who ate hot pot for the first time, but unfortunately, he couldn't go back.