Loneliness is the process of finding oneself.

Friend, two ordinary words are not simple, but they can interrupt the boring and lonely process for you.

Modrian hadn't had such a happy chat for a long time. In Valoran's leadership, he was the supreme lord, loneliness and loneliness, and occasionally spending time with heroes is part of the relaxing time.

The conversation with Lambert made his lonely mentality slightly relax. Some interesting hearings will cause a smile from the heart, breaking the sense of two years of separation, and returning to the feeling of being together calmly.

Benefits or seeking?

Modrian would not think about some things with a dark mind. At least when he was in trouble, Lambert could still visit Duower Fort and leave many warnings.

The comfortable conversation in the corner also attracted the attention of most of the nobles at the banquet at this time, and they were peeking here with more careful methods.

One is a newly emerging real-powerful nobleman in the north of the kingdom, whose iron-blooded reputation shocked many forces, and the other is the heir of the Harriman family. He has never forgotten him in the two years since he left, just because the Harriman surname he was carrying made him prominent in the kingdom.

The slight surging undercurrents stagnated in this sudden conversation. If they had the support of the Harriman family, their actions to seek benefits would seem ridiculous.

In the north of the huge kingdom, apart from the gates of sorrow, even the Jeffrey family cannot ignore the voice of the Harriman family, let alone the so-called "top" nobles who are attached to Edalas City. (Some fools deceive themselves.)

"Baron Modrian, okay."

At the moment of drinking, the white-haired Butler Atley approached quietly, with a gentle smile on his wrinkled face and a sincere joy in his tone.

"I'm glad to see you." Modrian stood up to greet you, nodded slightly and said with a smile. In recent years, he realized that the special nature of the Butler Atley was far from as ordinary as the old butler.

The white-haired old man nodded slightly and bent down to show respect. "Earl Raphael is invited, please ask Baron Modrian to move to the side hall."

Hearing this, Modrian raised his eyebrows slightly and invited him very formally. It seemed that this banquet was purposeful, but I don’t know if it was related to the rumors about Limontanelu. (Limontanelu, the capital of the Kingdom of Stock.)

"Honor!" Modrian stood up and left this dark corner. Poppy and Gulagas also noticed the change in the atmosphere and kept moving away from Modrian.

Housekeeper Atley maintained the standard aristocratic etiquette, with slightly lowered eyes and glanced at everything in front of him, but did not stop it. This was the privilege of the strong. At tonight's banquet, Modrian was one of the very few people with privileges.

"Master Lambert, Master Raphael also asked you to come over. You should get in touch with something now." Butler Atley said last before leaving.

The banquet that reached its climax stopped completely when I saw people coming out of the dark corners one after another.

The slightly restless atmosphere was like cold water extinguishing. There was a moment of silence, and then bursts of noise covered the beautiful dance music.

Many nobles suddenly looked embarrassed when they saw the scene in front of them. The Harriman family was not something they could provoke. The controller of Edalas City, which has not changed for hundreds of years, is even more terrifying than the newly rising little guy.

No matter how touching the interests are, they are not as good as the beauty of life.

Modrian was unaware of the unexpected situation at this moment. Even if he knew, he would not care about these clowns. The power of the group was indeed very large, but when facing a stronger and more powerful force, he was more likely to collapse.

And the power he used now was enough to ignore the framework of the northern limits of the kingdom.

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The side hall is located in an elegant private room on the second floor of the banquet hall. The carefully engraved rune magic array is dotted with wall cloth, which has two different effects: isolation and protection.

"Baron Modrian, Master Lambert, please come in!"

Butler Atley pushed open the door and turned to look behind him and said, his eyes slightly resting on the bodies of Poppy and Gulagas.

Seeing this, Modrian understood and signaled that the two of them would be waiting outside, just a wall. He didn't believe that it would stump these two guys who liked restlessness.

After Modrian and Lambert entered, Butler Atley closed the door and stood alone outside the private room, like a solidified statue, still.

But Poppy and Gulagas leaned against the wall indifferently and stared at each other.

"Earl Raphael, Viscount Rockefeller, and Lambert, the core figures of the Harriman family are all here."

Modrianhuan looked at the situation in the room and sighed alone. There was no good banquet. This time he fell into the trap. (Vissue Rockefeller, the first heir to the Harriman family, has met several times and is Lambert's father.)

At the climax of the banquet, I invited me openly. Is this going to impose something on me? Or is the purpose of this banquet for this meeting?

"And that guy in a gray cloak."

When Modrian walked towards the conference table, he glanced at the figure who had never moved from the corner of his eyes, thinking silently in his mind, and he remembered Uncle Benny's warning words.

The nobles always focus on interests. Now that the Harriman family formally invites him, it means that the meeting is definitely not simple. As for Lambert, the outstanding heir of the Harriman family suddenly returns, it is obviously the meaning of Earl Raphael.

"Earl Raphael, okay!" Modrian stopped at the conference table and said slightly, "Vissue Rockefeller, okay."

Then he looked at the last figure covered in a gray cloak, his tone paused, as if he didn't know what to call him.

A quiet atmosphere enveloped, and the air seemed to solidify.

Earl Raphael held up his wine glass, his silver and white hair fell in front of him, and his muddy eyes were always staring at everything in front of him.

Two people with similar destinies meet at this moment.

"Guy Creggie Valente, I'm glad to know you, Baron Modrian!" His fair and slender palms lifted up the gray cloak, his blue hair was dispersed, revealing a angular face, and his deep eyes were staring at Modrian.

A shocked expression appeared on his face, and a storm appeared in Modrian's heart. The name of the person in front of him could not help but make people think of it.

Valente, the surname of the royal family of the Kingdom of Stock.

Craigie, the name of the religion given by the legendary name, has a very close relationship with the owner.

Am I being completely pulled into the water? Modrian expected that the party would not be very simple, but he did not expect it to be so terrifying.

The battle for royal power!

What he had tried his best to avoid was involved at this moment and was witnessed by many noble forces at the banquet.
Chapter completed!