The uninvited strange nobleman stood on the log table with his hands, and his fair and feminine face was cold and looked at Modrian with his pale green eyes, with inexplicable hostility, and then said softly: "I haven't seen Modrian Perris for a long time, who would have thought that the little guy who left Perris Castle actually caused a lot of storm!"

Half-closed his eyes, Modrian looked at the strange feminine figure in front of him, and an image popped up in his mind. What should come or not, and he couldn't hide. Finally, he slowly said: "Baron Emosen? It's a great honor to see you here!"

"Hahaha, I'm also honored to see you, 'Travel Knight' Modrian. I heard that there will be a special performance at the banquet tonight. I wonder if you are interested in participating?" Baron Emosen said casually, but his eyes, which were like poisonous snakes, were always staring at Modrian's face.

"Sorry, Baron Emosen, I'm in good health and can't participate in too intense activities!" Modrian refused directly, regardless of the identity of the person in front of him.

"No, no, no, you can't stay out of the matter since you killed the Knight of Glory Ferdinand in the wilderness plains." Baron Emosen said, shook his head, with a gentle smile on his calm cheeks, how elegant.

"Shoulder, have a glass of ice and snow." Baron Emosen snapped his fingers at the waiter who was wandering not far away and nodded.

"Mr. Baron, this is the ice and snow flame you want." The waiter quickly walked over, handed over a glass of ice-blue drink, and left the place in a hurry.

Baron Emosen took a sip with a transparent glass of wine, and his tone suddenly became cold, making him cold: "What's more, you were killing the wolf thief and jackdaw later. Didn't the person behind you tell you that it was the power raised by the Jeffrey family?"

After hearing this, Modrian frowned, suppressed his anger and calmly told the facts to him: "Everyone wants to kill you, can't you fight back?"

"Well, it's very good. It seems that the power that Brooke secretly gave you completely out of your introverted and shy look at Perris Castle." Baron Emosen stretched out his hands and patted him, without a smile on his feminine face.

"So the current situation has become a war between the Perris and the Jeffrey family, and you are one of the protagonists in the stage play. This is your brother, Kadir, has not received 'glory'!"

Baron Emosen turned his head and looked at the nobles who were chatting and laughing at the banquet. The eyes of those people would be placed here from time to time, waiting for the result of this corner.

Modrian remained silent. He vaguely understood what Baron Emosen meant before him. It seemed that everyone had misunderstood that the Noxus Empire cavalry was the power given to him by his father Viscount Brook, and what he did made people mistakenly think that the Perries family was fighting back against the Jeffrey family and interfering with their choice of heirs.

It was a bit ridiculous, but Modrian could not expose it, but he couldn't figure out why his father, Viscount Brook, did not stand up after these wrong things happened? This was not like the harsh image of his predecessor's memory.

"Baron Emosen, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, so I retreated first." Modrian stood up and prepared to leave the main hall of the banquet. He found that he should not come to Edalas to attend the so-called noble party, although he got some of the things and results he wanted.

"Ha!? You are leaving. Don't you know the meaning of the Peris surname you are carrying?" Baron Emosen looked at Modrian in shock. He was a little confused about the current situation. The person in front of him really didn't care about the glory of the Peris family in the north of the kingdom?

The glory, dignity, and the meaning of the surname?

Modrian disdained this. Now he is so weak. Why should he demand the glory of the Perris family? He is just a family abandoner.

Just as Modrian was about to step away, he noticed that there were many eyes in the main hall of the banquet, including Baron Benny and Count Raphael, and even the eyes he had peeped before were staring at his figure again.

"The surname of the Perris family!" Modrian slowly stopped. He remembered what Baron Benny said before the banquet. The surname of the Perris family had a special influence in the north of the kingdom, and he even recalled the various situations that happened after he came to the north of the kingdom.

Without the second son of the Perris family, would he have reached the town of Irvingdale so easily? Will he gain the right to use the abandoned post? Can the Duower Fort be safely established?

In the plain laws of the Stoke Kingdom, the special rights of aristocratic status are much higher than those of the civilian and merchant classes, not to mention the second son of a viscount with power.

"It's really a dirty guy!" Modrian was filled with helplessness. He looked down at Baron Emosen's feminine face, and the disgust in his eyes was undisguised. If he left here like this today, he believed that what would happen later would develop to a bad point, no, maybe it would be more troublesome than he thought.

"What do you want to do? Baron Emosen!"

"I? It's not what I want to do, but such a noble banquet shouldn't have a wonderful stage play? For example, the duel between the two knights." Baron Emosen also stood up and pointed his eyes at Modrian.

"Knight? Sorry, Baron Emosen, my talent is very mediocre, I haven't become a knight yet!" Modrian retorted, and then realized the meaning behind Baron Emosen. Is this testing the strength of my subordinates?

"Of course it's not you. How can the nobles come to an end in person? I have a vassal knight admires the guy who killed the jackdaw. It happened that I also knew that he followed you to the party. I wonder if..." Baron Emosen did not say anything, he was waiting for Modrian's reply.

"Gregory!" Modrian suppressed his strange thoughts. It seemed that many people misunderstood something, but there were still many things that he did not understand. How could the killing he caused simply be determined by a knight's battle?

Obviously it was impossible, but Modrian didn't know what the meaning was behind it, and he wouldn't expect the dirty guy in front of him to tell him.

"Yes!" Modrian agreed. Since he was confused, he would use the final facts to confirm something, and he also believed in Gregory's strength.

"Very good, I began to appreciate your character. Perhaps your performance at Perris Castle was an illusion and good acting skills." Baron Emosen exclaimed. "Let's go, I don't think Count Raphael would refuse to provide us with a place for a Knight duel."
Chapter completed!