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Chapter 170 Trading?

The misty and fine spring rain gently tapped the flat bluestone pavement, splashing a few transparent raindrops. The road from Fort Dow Worth to Irvingdale town was completely covered by layers of veil-like rain fog. The forests far and near showed green spring under the baptism of rain, and the pace of the spring season seemed to have arrived early.

Da da! Da da! Da da! Da da!

A team of black heavy cavalry of more than twenty people rode a red war horse and ran in the rain like falling thunder. A majestic momentum filled the air, tearing the dense drizzle apart.

The heavy mask covered Modrian's face, and the scarlet color in his pupils kept flowing. He had just advanced to the Knight Commander, and he had too many details to explore in his own strength. Moreover, because of choosing the Knight's path of War, the help provided by many heroes under his command was limited.

It depends more on his own exploration, including his understanding and application of [Knight's Halo: Blood Glory]. Every time he will have different gains, just like endless treasures that can be slowly excavated.

Trepidation!

The blue sky bird soars in the early morning of the rainy night, and its spreading slender wings leave clear marks on the rain curtain. The subtle green energy surges, as if it is melted into the world. The fine and blurry drizzle ignores her existence, and no drop of rain has fallen into the body.

The cold wind blew, and the blue birds soared and circled, making a full moon-like mark in the air, then dropped like a sharp arrow, floating on Modrian's shoulder, and the bird's beak moved slightly, as if murmuring.

"Gregory is waiting on the road?" Modrian frowned slightly. He did not choose to pass through the town of Irvingdale this time, but set out directly from Fort Dower, hoping to save some trouble.

But now it seems that something important should be done, otherwise Gregory would not have come here without authorization. The laws of the Noxus Empire are beyond imagination.

Modrian waved his right hand and signaled the soldiers of the Dryus and the Trifalli Legion behind him to slow down. This time he went to Limontanelu, there were not many entourages. After all, it was the capital of a country. Too many people would cause unnecessary disputes, especially when the storm was about to start, striking people would always be missed.

Headed by Dryus and Worthman as his deputy, and cooperated with 20 Trey Falley soldiers, he was the entourage on this trip.

In addition, considering the legendary strength and inquiries, Jiana and Jie, who were traveling with him, were in the dark of the team to prevent unexpected changes.

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The breeze brings the lush green grass on the roadside, wetting the woods on both sides of the road. The occasional horse snoring will blow a gap in the dense rain curtain.

Looking closer, a silent array of black cavalry stood in the continuous drizzle, allowing the cold raindrops to scatter on the surface of the armor and turn into transparent water droplets.

"Hey, Horace, are we just waiting?" Kangreve, in the front of the black array, at the far right edge, moved his stiff body slightly while moving, and complained softly.

"Why not welcome in the town of Irvingdale? But in this damn rain curtain, baptized by rain!"

The young man called Horace kept his straight figure, and heard the words of his companions and explained softly without looking back: "Because Lord Lord has his own considerations, he may not have the idea of ​​entering the town of Irvingdale."

Recalling the experiences he had been joining the Irvingdale Town Guards these days, Horace was filled with surprise and curiosity. His strict upper and lower levels, strong combat capabilities, and perfect tacit cooperation, the Noxus Empire cavalry gave him a strong shock. Compared with his knowledge, it was no less than the elite cavalry legion guarding the royal capital.

The training and combat scenes he saw also forced him to firmly think in his heart, which is why he stood here today.

"Okay, okay, I don't want to know what other ideas those noble masters have." Kangriff glanced at the figure at the front of the array from the corner of his eyes and continued to whisper.

"I just want to know when we will wait until now? I miss the warm bath water at home a little."

"According to the distance, it should be..." Horace suddenly stopped and raised his tight eyes. His deep eyes seemed to penetrate the rain curtain and reach the distance.

At the same time, Gregory, who was at the front of the black cavalry array, grabbed the reins, gently clamped the horse's belly, and slowly stepped forward. Horace followed him tacitly.

"Hey, Horace, you..." Congliff, who was beside him, spoke in surprise and looked at his partner who was leaving the queue with a confused expression, feeling a little at a loss.

The laziness and freedom that once belonged to mercenaries were almost wiped out under Noxus-style military training, and what was left was the unreserved execution of orders, such as the orders are now prohibited.

A team of more than twenty cavalrymen broke through the rain curtain. The roaring horse's hooves stomped the dense rain water, splashing some muddy water. After seeing the situation here from afar, the leader gently pulled the reins, and the war horse under his straddle jumped high, and the thick horse's hooves kicked and fell to the rain.

"Lord, good luck!" Seeing this, Gregory stepped forward and saluted respectfully.

Modrian lifted up his armor, and his calm face could not see any expression. He glanced at the cavalry beside Gregory and asked.

“What’s important?”

"It's Horace who wants to see you, some news about Limontanelu." Gregory pointed to Horace who was calm beside him and spoke. The recruited mercenary found himself late last night and talked about some important things.

"Holes Lindbergdal, I have seen Baron Modrian!" Hores took off his helmet, placed his right hand on his chest, held the sword with his left hand, pointed the tip of the sword obliquely to the ground, and then tilted his body slightly, which was extremely standard aristocratic etiquette.

Modrian half-squinted his eyes and looked at Horace who was saluting in front of him, and his surprised expression flashed.

"Linderberg, Dale? It seems that I have heard of it before...Perris Castle...about Limontanelu...I remembered it."

"Ha, I didn't expect that the barren north would attract a noble man from the Dale family. It seems that the royal capital is indeed much lively. Do you want to find a helper?" Modrian said calmly as he looked at Horace.

There was only one nobleman in the Stoke Kingdom whose surname was Dale, the hereditary marquis of the kingdom - the Dale family. The current Dale Marquis is the finance minister of the kingdom and a truly top family.

"It seems that the rumors before are correct. Baron Modrian is indeed not very popular in the Perris family. I have never heard of my name." Horace said with a wry smile. Judging from what he said, it seems that he is very famous in the aristocratic circle.

Upon hearing this, Modrian was not disturbed by Horace's words. He looked at Horace's expression again, and was also looking for related memories in his mind.

"Horles... Lindberg... Dale family... Wait, is it you?" Modrien suddenly recalled the interesting news he heard at the family banquet a long time ago, with a strange expression. The rumor that had been circulated from the king capital and was once prosperous.

"Aren't you sent out of the Kingdom of Stoke and not allowed to come back for your whole life?"

"Yes, it's me." Horace pointed to his face and nodded and admitted. "Lifetime!? Haha, I still have many things I haven't put down yet, so why did I escape in a panic?"

"I guess Baron Modrian is still a little confused. Why did I look for you at this time?"

"It's very simple, I want to make a deal with you!"
Chapter completed!
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