Modrian, who had just washed with cold water, felt much better. He wiped his body casually and put on a casual dress, lying on a rocking chair near the balcony, looking up at the bright stars in the night.

Yiya! Yiya!

The swaying rocking chair made a friction sound, and Modrien adjusted his body slightly, and his tired face showed a comfortable expression. This was a rocking chair made from the memories of his previous life. He especially liked it, which could remind him of some beautiful memories of his previous life occasionally.

Today should be the most tiring day in the past six months.

He spent the whole afternoon dealing with the squeezed affairs, and discussing the direction of the military development of Valoran's leadership with Dryus from time to time almost exhausted his spirit.

"Sometimes, I can't believe that everything is real now." Modrian sighed inexplicably. In just two years, he went from being a second son of a nobleman who had nothing to a real baron who shocked the North.

Mediocre, talented, noble!

The mediocre person is what others think of him, the talented person will be the name of the future, and the nobleman is the symbol of status obtained now.

Modrian stretched out his right hand, and the substantial scarlet life energy slowly gathered in the palm of his hand. These are illusory existences, and only his own strength is what best reflects himself.

He killed many powerful nobles; there were several talented people who fell in his hands, so after some things could be delegated to heroes, he began to pursue his own strength.

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【Name:Modrian Perris】

【Strength: Great Knight (Knight's Body, Scarlet Breathing)】

【Blue essence: 424 points】

【Orange essence: 0 points】

【Victory Points: 0 points】

【Item: None】

【Golden Shield: 54284】

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The peak of the Great Knight, this is Modrian's current strength. (The system only shows the current strength level.)

It was also after breaking through to the peak of the Great Knight that he felt obvious shackles preventing him from entering a higher realm, which may be the so-called talent limit.

But Modrian didn't care. With the help of the system, he was a mediocre man from a knight apprentice to the peak of the Great Knight.

As for the Knight Captain, or even the Legend, in his opinion, it was just a natural thing to accumulate heroes.

call!

The substantial scarlet life energy dissipated, and Modrian stared blankly at the dark night, and saw many things from the dazzling starlight, pictures of his past lives, memories of passing, and bits of this world.

I haven't relaxed so much for a long time.

It seems that since he left Perris Castle and went to the town of Irvingdale, he has been worried about his survival, and now he has become a baron of power and a nobility that once hated.

Perris Castle!

Modrian's expression moved slightly, and he remembered some broken memories of this life. It seemed that he had not paid attention to the news there for a long time.

He turned to look at the wooden table in the room, where two luxurious and exquisite invitations were quietly lying, one of which was from Perris Castle, from the strange "father".

"Have you been so concerned about me, the second son who was abandoned?" Modrian showed a sarcastic smile, and his once embarrassed departure was always imprinted in the depths of his soul.

As for Perris Castle, there is only one person who can make him care about, his half-sister, Sophia Perris.

If it weren't for the farewell gift from Sophia, perhaps when he was in the wilderness plain, he would have slept in that desolate place and bid farewell to the world.

Yiya! Yiya!

Modrian thought in a daze and fell asleep on the swaying rocking chair, sleeping peacefully, like a lonely and lonely child.

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The next morning, the light of the morning shone on the main fort, awakening the sleeping Modrian. After rushing to breakfast, he took Bobby and a team of Noxus Bloody Cavalry to leave the Duower Fort and headed to the town of Irvingdale.

It should be the Shadowman who informed last night that Modrian met Gregory who came to greet him and Gugaras, who was called "bastard winemaker" by the Yodels.

"Lord!" Gregory came near by wearing armor and riding a red war horse, saying respectfully.

Modrian nodded and immediately looked at Gugaras, who was still moving. His fat figure was too attractive to attention.

As if he noticed Modrian's gaze, Gugaras rubbed his big red nose and sipped with ale barrel held in his left hand.

"Himmer............ Gugaras only loves drinking and doesn't know anything else."

Come on. Modrian was completely helpless when he heard this. No wonder this kind of "bastard" character is so strange that Poppy and Timo would grit their teeth when talking.

However, the evil people will be beaten by the evil people, and this is fate.

"Ha, Gugaras, have you owe me the ale brewing?" Poppy jumped out from behind Modrian, holding the Oren Hammer, which was taller than hers in both hands, and walked towards the "bastard" who pretended to be drunk.

Gugaras looked at Oren's Hammer with a faint golden glow in a trance, and his honest face filled with an honest smile.

"Of course the brewing is done, it's all in my tavern. How could a person who is so confident in me owe cute Poppy's ale?"

"Oh!" Modrian sighed, this was completely different from the character of the wine barrel Gugaras introduced in League of Legends.

He remembers that in the League of Legends universe, Gugaras was an impulsive, unpredictable noisy drinker, whose favorite activities were to smash the barrel and the head.

Yes, smash your head and attack the target with a header!

Thanks to his moody temper, drinking with Gugaras is always a dangerous proposal.

It is also because of his unwavering love for ale that he once went deep into Ferrellzowd to find the purest polar water, and entered the abyss of howling.

In the end, he succeeded, bringing out a piece of flawless, unprecedented broken ice.

This broken ice can not only soak its stock ale with incredible power, but also has a very convenient side effect - it can freeze the brewed liquid at the optimal drinking temperature.

This is also why Gugaras can drink the most mellow ale anytime, anywhere. (It is rumored that Happy Time is made from this.)

A person with such a personality is completely different from Gugaras, who is now called a "bastard".

Of course, the harmonious and friendly atmosphere between the heroes under his command is what Modrian needs. So far, he can accept the character of the heroes under his command.

"Tell me, what happened the night before yesterday? The bishop of the Temple of Power sued all the lawsuit to the Duower Castle." Modrian did not care about the quarrels, and while advancing, he looked back and asked Gregory who had always been following him.

"There are missionaries who want to force some Noxus Empire cavalry to believe in the God of Power and forcefully perform magic on them." Gregory said with a smile. The beliefs of the Noxus people are not so easy to change.

"The missionaries failed and were then discovered by the awakened Noxus Empire cavalry, and the two clashed."

"Well... there are many extraordinary knights among the missionaries, and there is even a strong man at the peak of the knight. Just in case, I asked the Shadow Flowers to call Lord Gugaras."

"Who would have thought that Lord Gugaras would kill them all in one go with a slight effort. Well... he died a little miserable!" Gregory shrugged, as if it was nothing to do with him, everything was caused by an "accident".

"By the way, Lord Lord, this morning, Nancy Peters, the Bishop of the Temple of Power, came to visit and said he wanted to meet the Lord."

It's Gugaras again!

Modrian was completely speechless, but after hearing Gregory's next words, a cold light flashed in his eyes and said coldly: "It seems that the Temple of Power is quite powerful in the territory, and I can even detect my whereabouts."

"Go back and see the so-called Temple of Power and see what it is."
Chapter completed!