The dim and dim magic lights drooped down the exquisite room, shining on the blue and white bottle surface, reflecting a scroll of mountain birds and streams, with a strong and elegant artistic atmosphere.

At this moment, Modrian sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed with fine patterns, closed his eyes tightly, and his scarlet breathing method was running, and his body fluctuated with the inexplicable rhythm.

The muscles under the white casual dress expanded and contracted between breaths, and strands of red life energy spread through the clothes and spread in the room, changing immutable, and eventually condensed into a substantial scarlet glow, stagnating behind Modrian.

Buzz!

A slight trembling sound of air sounded, and at the same time, the bed curtains, vases, tables and chairs, and magic lamps hanging on the ceiling in the room were trembling slightly, as if they would crack at any time, and kept wailing.

Suddenly, Modrian's face turned red, and the dense blood penetrated the pores on his face, mixed with substantial life energy, which was a bit terrifying.

puff!

He suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, his breathing rhythm was chaotic, his body shaking violently like a convulsion, and the stagnant scarlet light slowly dissipated.

Until a quarter of an hour later, all the visions disappeared, and only the blood on the floor was emitting a faint fishy smell.

Modrian's eyes opened, and thin slits seemed to be cracked in the brown pupils, and a faint blood spread to the corners of his eyes.

"Failed again... It seems that this layer of shackles can only be broken through through the system." He wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, changed into a casual suit again, lowered his head and looked at his calloused hands.

"I'm really unwilling to accept it. The limitation of talent makes people desperate. No matter how hard you try, it's just futile."

"Fair, maybe." Modrian thought of his own system. This is what the world is. Fairness is always relatively fair.

Dongdong! Dongdong!

"Lord." Gregory stood outside the room and knocked on the door gently.

Modrian waved casually, dismantling the faint blood on the floor, and sat calmly behind the desk, as if nothing had happened, browsing the secret message handed over by Cooper.

"Come in."

The door opened lightly, and Gregory walked in slowly in black armor, his nostrils twitched, as if he could smell something, but his expression was as usual, standing in front of Modrian.

"This is the list of cleaning up. Many of them are our partners in the iron trade, and some are weapons and equipment suppliers." Gregory handed a blood-colored letter paper with both hands, with names covered with them.

After taking the blood-colored letter paper, Modrian placed it on his right hand and did not look carefully.

"There is no worry about buyers of fine iron ore. He warned that any merchant who is related to the Temple of Power shall not purchase fine iron ore and finished fine iron." After thinking for a while, he continued.

"As for weapons and equipment suppliers, let's choose another batch."

The system provides the first batch of equipment for summoned soldiers for free, but as the battle and war progresses, even if the quality is good, it will suffer from loss and breakage.

The weapons and equipment that Duower can produce today are not enough to fully supply the losses of the soldiers of the Noxus Empire.

As expected, Modrian would also look for some weapons and equipment merchants to provide certain equipment needs for different troops under his command.

"In addition, pay more attention to the flow of people in Irvingdale towns, and there will be no less infiltration of forces like the Temple of Power."

"Sorry, Lord Lord, we are wronged this time." Gregory said with a slight bow.

"No, don't blame yourself." Modrian said in a deep voice, an inexplicable look appeared in his eyes. "This is a lesson and also a growth."

"The days that have been too comfortable in recent times have made some hidden enemies unable to help but stretch out their tentative minions, and just take this opportunity to clean the town of Irvingdale."

"I'm going to go to Edalas City tomorrow. There may be an accident and may go smoothly, but behind... I will let Yingliu cooperate with you."

"The undercurrent of the kingdom has been surging, and the red-bottomed double-edged axe flag will float over the sky again."

A year ago, the inexplicable baron reward from the royal capital gave Modrian a hunch that now had a hunch. This time... maybe... it would be a real dark tide, and he would inevitably get involved!

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When the morning sun shone again, Modrian changed his normalcy and had already worn armor. In the wide yard were lined up by blood-colored Noxus cavalry, and the solemn atmosphere enveloped the garrison's residence.

"Is the message confirmed?"

"It has been confirmed that Lord Shadowflow is waiting at the destination." Cooper Adolf, the knight who was the first to follow Modrian, said solemnly.

The town of Irvingdale was the trading center he built with great effort, and now, in this town, there will be an assassination against the lord.

If it weren't for being intercepted by Shadowman late at night yesterday, they wouldn't have received any news.

I have to say that the believers of the Temple of Power are really a group of crazy guys!

In the territory of a noble, he dared to plan an assassination against the nobles in the territory, and it was so decisive and so quickly.

"Then let's start." Modrian said indifferently.

Temple of Power, Nancy Peters, ha, don't you take Valoran seriously?

Or are you sure that I can't get out of Irvingdale town!?

Knightmaster or legend?

Gulu! Gulu!

Gulagas, who was drinking wine, walked in through the courtyard door on the left side of the yard. The barrel in his hand was filled with a strong aroma of ale.

"Himmer... Lord Lord, what are you going to do?"

"A 'performance' is about to begin, welcome us to re-enter the vision of the northern part of the kingdom." Modrian covered his black armor, and his calm eyes showed a cold murderous intent.

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Renwall Street, the most prosperous trading street in Irvingdale town, is named after the Renwall Mountains, meaning that the prosperity and rise of the streets are inseparable from the contributions made by the Renwall Mountains.

At the same time, it also leaves the main road of Irvingdale, and the buildings on both sides are mostly dazzling shops and dense crowds.

Yesterday's cleanup operation slightly affected the business of Renwall Street, but the wandering merchants filled the bleak trade, which also shows that the economic and trade in Irvingdale towns is on track and some unrelated things will not have much impact.

"Biography of the Bishop, the whistle detective heard that Baron Modrian left the garrison residence and was moving towards here." The temple warrior wearing gray-white armor half-kneeled in front of Nancy, with exquisitely crafted patterns engraved on the surface of the armor, surrounding it, as if clenching his fists towards the sky.

Upon hearing this, Nancy Peters looked away at the streets of Renwall and looked down slightly at the temple warriors.

"The Valoran leader will definitely become the land of God, and the Temple will remember the name of everyone! Arrange and prepare to start this action!"

"Yes!" said the temple warrior with a passionate look on his face, and then left with a firm pace.

"The Father is watching us, and the blasphemers will usher in destruction." Nancy Peters watched the warrior leave calmly, and there was a golden light surging deep in his eyes.

“Even nobles are no exception!”

"The noble council is nothing more than an alliance of hypocrites, and will remain silent under the glory of God the Father!"
Chapter completed!