The aristocratic banquet at Harriman Castle ended in a hurry, and each of the nobles who left was in a hurry, leaving quickly in an elaborate carriage engraved with the coat of arms of the nobles.

Then, the sound of horses' hooves sounded in the city of Edallas, which had fallen into the silence of night, and many groups of nobles and gentlemen shuttled through the silent alleys, like playing a symphony of fate, chasing the heart of profit.

In the chaotic situation, many hidden dark forces stretched out their tentacles and came into contact with different groups, and more people began to look at Harriman Castle and Valoran.

The combination of force and wealth may not be appropriate, but it has already touched the minds of most nobles.

If this is a giant ship sailing on the waves that are about to rise, how much is the 'ticket' worth? Is there still a chance to ride a giant ship? {Valoran's display of force, the wealth that the Harriman family is known for, at least at this stage, is more prominent than any other power.} }

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The cold night was cold, and after Modrian returned to the Blue Strawberry Hotel, he left with his men overnight, and he had a premonition that the tide was set off, and he had to make some arrangements in advance.

As he expected, in the two days after the feast, the city of Edalas seemed to experience a silent storm, with endless clashes in the shadows, and the shadows of blood in the middle of the night were visible from time to time, and everyone, every faction, every nobleman lost their sense of normalcy in the rising tide.

The laws of the kingdom were non-existent, which was also a defect of the aristocracy, and the upper class, which was formed by the superiority of power and property over other classes, had too many resources, and when the source changed dramatically, the whole city was in turmoil.

At the critical moment, the Harriman family and the Kingdom Legion sent by the Gate of Sorrow were stationed in the city of Edalas, and coordinated the management of the city's security without affecting normal trade.

This has brought a hint of stability to the ordinary people at the bottom, at least until this year's glorious festival, when the prosperity still haunts the city, maintaining a semblance of peace.

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The year 1458 of the Starfall Calendar, the day before the Glorious Festival, is also the last day of the year.

Modrian sits alone on a towering tower in the heart of the fortress of Lakstark, a legendary fortress of the Ice Dwarves that has been renovated by the War Masons for more than a year.

The mottled marks disappeared from the gray walls of the towering fortress, and what emerged was a smooth wall, and the broken heavy city gate was erected again, but the mysterious patterns engraved on it were still blurred, and the specific spell types could not be distinguished, which was also the reason for Modrian's distress, there were too few legal professionals under his command, most of them were force-oriented, and there was a lack of research and interpretation of the magic pattern circle system.

The black mist that once engulfed the mountains and wrapped around the fortress has long since dissipated, and in the subtle subconscious of the Karadimos continent, this area of the Lenwall Mountains has gradually come back to life, and the lush greenery dots the mountains and jungles.

With the rise of Valoran in recent years, more and more sentinels and spies have set their sights on the towns of Irwindale and Fort Digwag, and the tight lockdown and brutal killings have not stopped some fanatics who risk the idea of death.

It is for this reason that Modrian, after consulting with his heroes, decided to move this year's celebration to the Lakstak Fortress. {The Noxian Imperial cavalry and yodel scouts formed a long line of defense in the Lomwall Mountains, enough to prevent any other tentacles from approaching.} }

The cold night time always passes quickly, the full moon shines dimly, and the shining stars are already dotted with the falling night.

With burning campfires dispelling the chill, food and spirits scattered everywhere, and drunken people everywhere, it has to be said that Gulagas is the self-proclaimed best brewer, and his spirits are so popular with the legionnaires that even many yodeler scouts have a few drinks, and his blushing face is full of lovely cheeks.

"Noxians, yodelers, and perhaps Demacians, Ionians, and so on." Modrian looked down at the noisy scene, and suddenly thought of this, the former grievances had been relieved after the system was summoned, and now they were working together to overcome the obstacles and move forward bravely.

"I'm looking forward to what the future holds, and I'm looking forward to the many heroes coming together."

"But now, it's time to come." Modrian looked up at the bright night sky, the bright stars turning into a galactic ribbon.

"Jana, let me know."

Phew!

A sky-blue bluebird vanished from the top of the tower, accompanied by a breeze that blew away the fine blonde hair on Modrian's forehead.

At the same time, a powerful aura rose from the four corners of the Fortress of Lakstak, which loomed over the entire fortress.

This is just in case, after all, at the moment when chaos is coming, no one can guess the minds of other forces, in case someone really has crazy thoughts?

Mordrian's magic items were taken out one by one from the spatial ring, which were dozens of magical items traded between the Harriman family and His Royal Highness the Grand Prince, and were delivered to Fort Dig by Butler Atley a few days ago.

[After the Glorious Festival, in the third week of the spring season, Limontanlu will convene a council of nobles and invite the nobles of the territories from all over the kingdom to the royal capital. 】

The words left by Atley's butler before he left still echoed in his ears, and Modrian's eyes were half-squinted, and his inner emotions were rippling.

The Council of Nobles is held every three years, and the year 1459 of the Starfall Calendar happens to be the year of the event, does this indicate that something is going on?

The king is seriously ill, the kingship changes, and the minotaur and god hidden in the secret will emerge at this moment, and all he has to do is to guard the Valoran territory while prohibiting other Xiaoxiao from invading the territory.

【Ding.......... Discovering the source of energy, does it allow the system to decompose? 】

[Allow decomposition!] 】

Dark green data streams surged in the pupils of Modrian's eyes, like fine threads that instantly enveloped all the magical objects in front of him, and all of them were shrinking and annihilating at an extremely fast rate, regardless of their quality. In the blink of an eye, the dozens of magical items stacked on the pile all disappeared.

[Congratulations to the host, Blue Essence *796]

The dense dark green data stream remained in the corner of his eyes, and Modrian frowned unexpectedly, the quality of these magical items is not low, so it seems that the Harriman family and His Royal Highness the Great Prince have made a bloody investment, so it is natural that he will pay more.

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[Name: Modrian Perris]

[Strength: Great Knight {Knight's Body, Crimson Breathing Method}]

[Blue Essence: 1220 points]

[Orange Essence: 0 o'clock]

[Victory Points: 0 points]

[Item: None]

[Golden Shield: 85284]

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"Blue Essence*1220, Golden Shield*85284, ha, now should be the time when I have the most wealth." Modrian muttered as he stared at the rudimentary system panel.

These are crucial for the Valoran Lords who are about to face the storm, with the Blue Essence summoning enough soldiers and the Golden Shield providing complete logistical supplies in the event of a sudden local conflict.

Dangdang!

The thick and long quaint bells echo through the fortress of Lakstark, heralding the end of the old year and the official arrival of the new year.

【Ding.......... Congratulations to the host for winning the New Year Pack*1! 】