The pace of winter quietly descended upon the city of Edalas. The slightly cold wind blew the glow of dawn, sweeping away the warmth of the smoke houses in half of the city. There were still unmelted ice ridges hanging above the ragged roof tiles.

The garrison official residence located in the southwest corner of the city is quite springy compared to the winter snow outside.

Looking down, the manor is full of plants of all seasons, and the winding clear stream flows through it, reflecting the colorful scenery.

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

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

The slender and pale fingers gently tapped the table, and Benniez, the real baron in charge of the garrison of Edalas City, was browsing the unsealed secret letter.

"Dodd, what do you think of this matter?" Baron Benny sat upright behind the crimson desk, his tone slightly unnatural, and waves appeared in his calm eyes.

A bitter smile appeared on the face of Butler Dodd. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed Benny's slightly shaking fingers, as if the shock in his heart could not calm down for a long time.

In fact, who can not be surprised?

In less than two years, the young master Modrian, no, should now call him Baron Modrian, showing his might in the bitter and cold land in the north and gaining great reputation.

Not long ago, a secret letter was heard from the sentry detective, Nancy Peters, the Bishop of the Temple of Power, fell in Irvingdale, and the Temple of Power in the north of the Kingdom lost most of its power.

This shocking news made everyone, including those forces that still covet the rich territory, consciously stop their actions. Many people even began to take the initiative to withdraw some sentry detectives, as if they were afraid of angering the nerve endings of an existence.

"In this conflict with the Temple of Power, Valoran, or Baron Modrian's power, exposed three outstanding knight captains, not knights and great knights, but the truly standing at the peak of the knight!" (There are many ordinary people and hidden spy whistles in the town of Irvingdale witnessed the destructive battle.)

"And this is just the strength exposed, who can know how much strength Modrian hides?"

After slightly adjusting the tie between his neck, Housekeeper Dodd lowered his eyes. He still remembers the scene when he first met Modrian. At that time, Baron Modrian was just a shy young man, far from attracting the attention of many forces as he is now, and even has the possibility of becoming a top force.

"We lost our best chance." Butler Dodd said respectfully, his hands hanging down his waist and abdomen, and his tone slightly raised.

"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 to his senses and turned his head to look at Dodd in front of him. A trace of turbulence flashed in his calm eyes. "Maybe."

"Some people from the Perris family have sent me a letter to ask me to get more contact with Modrian, hoping that he can return to Perris Castle before the Glory Festival. Do you think it's possible?"

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

"In the first expulsion, no one pleaded for him. He came alone to open the territory in the north of the kingdom, facing the fate of uncertainty of life and death."

"Haha, who said it was not?" Baron Benny smiled, reached out to put away the secret message on the table, stood up, and his slender and sturdy side was paired with ordinary clothes, looking gentle and elegant.

"That guy Brooke doesn't know what to think, maybe he regrets it."

The Knight Chief is an indispensable top power for every noble family, especially the small and medium-sized nobles, which is equivalent to a foundation-like existence.

"The kingdom's storm is brewing. I don't know when it will sweep. We must prepare early."

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Blueberry Hotel.

Modrian looked at this simple-style hotel, with playful green vegetation spreading out of the walls, shrinking timidly under the whistling cold wind of the cold winter, trying to escape back to the green yard.

Every time he comes to Edalas City, he chooses to live here, not only because of the architectural style, but also a little nostalgia.

When he first came to this city, he was just an unknown pioneer knight, living tremblingly, and not even daring to attract the attention of some local nobles.

However, fate plays with the world.

He rose too quickly from the town of Irvingdale, so fast that he was so dazzling that he didn't have to continue to live carefully or care about the opinions of others. Because they already had the ability to move forward like a better life.

Whether it was the initial defeat of the Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion that defeated the Jeffrey family or the later defeating the noble coalition, it was enough to shock his name.

This is not the hometown of the earth in his previous life, and there will be no ancient saying that trees will be destroyed by the wind in the forest, because the two worlds have different concepts.

In the continent of Kaladimos, communication between people is closer to the cunning, etiquette, rudeness, deception, and the most important strength of the Western medieval era.

Strength is the cornerstone of everything.

Only with strength can you communicate with the other party. No matter how humble you are without strength, in the other party's eyes, it is just a casual aristocratic young master, and there is no difference between them and the low-level refugees. At least for the aristocratic forces, this is the fact.

"Strength! It's really fascinating."

Modrian smiled slightly, not caring about the presence of spies around him. This was confidence in his strength, and he was also relieved to be with Bobby and Gulagas who followed him. (The old fried dough stick's wine barrel yearned for the fine wine in Edalas City.)

He believed that the battle in the town of Irvingdale had definitely spread throughout the many forces in the city of Edalas, and almost directly destroyed all the forces of the Temple of Power in the north of the Kingdom. Its brutal and bloody means were sensational! (The effect of spreading rumors is most likely to be exaggerated when the news is circulating.)

These news had been reported by Yingliu before he entered. When he passed by the city gate, the two centurions stationed at him looked at his team with fear and guards, holding the weapons in his hands tightly, for fear of an accident.

The hotel director was soon welcomed, and he welcomed Modrian and his group with a smile on his face, and then ordered the followers to prepare delicious food.

"Welcome to the Blue Strawberry Hotel again, I think Lord Benny will be very happy for your arrival." The head walked ahead and guided Modrian, and said in a compliment.

"The atmosphere in Edalas City during this period is not very good, and it seems that someone is urging something."

"Is that true?" Modrian raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and then did not care. He continued to move forward and walked towards the reserved room.

The little man has his own news channels for the little man, but to the point where he is now, he will inevitably feel a little jealous and overwhelmed, but everything depends on his strength to speak.

This is also the reason why he chose to take a risk in Irvingdale town. He wanted to show some of his own strength before the Glory Festival, so that the coveted forces in the secret stopped their so-called actions.

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

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My condition is really not very good recently. Let me adjust and clarify the subsequent plot developments.
Chapter completed!