The heavily guarded camp, the pale conference room.

The room is dotted with dim candlesticks. When the candles burn, they scented up in the air. A piece of light shone, reflecting some trophy hanging on the surrounding walls, mostly beast remains. There are also several portraits of paint smearing, as if they were from some masters, showing a rough and barbaric style.

I don’t know where Krek and the others came from, perhaps it was the western region of Yinsong Province in the chaos.

In addition, several pots of bonsai flowers in the corner of the wall seem to be Sophia's works. He had just seen similar things in the main castle of the Dowborg Castle.

The environment is very good, at least it is more stylish than before he left, and looks quite like a conference hall.

Modrien nodded slightly and signaled the dejected Yoders in front of him to sit down. Zhao Xin behind him stood straight, and there were a row of Cuifali soldiers standing in place in armor and sharp positions on both sides.

The matters before the case have been handled, which was unexpected to him. It seemed that the three little guys went out for a walk after finishing their own tasks.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw that Krek and the others were in a state of self-reproach. Modrian smiled and did not say anything to comfort him.

They should have some lessons, although the reason for their personality, but Modrian knew very well that they would look different during missions and wars, all of which came from the growth environment of the Yoders.

The wait was not long, and firm and steady steps rang out of the room. The door opened and Baron Benny's figure appeared.

Behind him are former friends Lambert and Butler Atley.

Modri ​​quietly stared at the three guests in front of him, his expression remained unchanged, but his heart rippled.

Unlike what he saw when he was camping the city wall, the ordinary people in their field of vision were somewhat contaminated with the aura of plague, but he could not sense any aura of plague now.

Is the foundation of the nobles? Even if the plague breaks out strangely, can it still be safe?

"I haven't seen each other for a while, Uncle Benny!" Modrien looked at Baron Benny in front of him with a smile, and said softly, then turned to look at Lambert and Butler Atley.

"Lambert, Butler Atley, haven't seen you for a long time!"

The indifferent words made the pale conference room fall into a quiet atmosphere, and several portraits reflected mottled colors.

Lambert looked at Modrian with a casual look in front of him, and a bitterness spread across the corner of his mouth. At this time, meeting, different identities, and where the family was, there was no longer the feeling of his former friend.

"Baron Modrian, Lambert greets you!" Lambert bowed slightly and said, wearing a delicate and gorgeous black dress on his slender body, with silver thin lines on the cuffs of the collars, demonstrating the graceful and luxurious aristocratic temperament.

The Butler Atli was also respectful, and his tired look climbed on his old face, lowering his head slightly: "Baron Modrian, Atli said hello to you!"

Unlike them, perhaps different from the Harriman family, Benny's mentality is much more relaxed because his relationship with Modrian is closer. Considering Modrian's current power, he said in awe: "Baron Modrian, Benny greets you!"

Different situations and different tones show different moods and create an atmosphere in the conference room.

"Uncle Benny, Sophia has been nagging you about you recently." Modrien greeted with a smile, and then focused on Lambert.

As the head of Edalas City, the Harriman family must have extraordinary rights in the ranks of fleeing this time. He speculated that Baron Benny's letter might have been written by them.

"Why didn't you see Uncle Rockefeller!?"

The world is not entirely sunshine and color, but also shadows and darkness.

How could it be easily buried if you have done anything you have done?

The Shadow Flowers found out the news that the behind-the-scenes instructing the Gnoll soldiers to attack Valoran's leader was most likely Rockefeller, the core figure of the Harriman family, and Lambert's father.

"Sacrificed." Lambert murmured softly. "In this sudden outbreak of plague, the city of Edalas was not prepared enough and had fallen. My father cut off the rear for us and was buried in the city."

The lights go out when people die, but some things will be left behind.

Noxus' glory in that battle was forged with blood.

"I'm sorry." Modrian's attitude remained unchanged, and his smile on his face was a little cold. "I have read the contents of the letter and allow you to enter Valoran's lord and go to Limontanelu."

"But there are some prices that you need to pay!"

The scent of the candle was floating in the air. Lambert looked at the dim light. Modrian looked cold and sighed slightly. What he was worried about was happening after all. The mistakes made by his father Rockefeller need to be tried now.

“So, what is the price we have to pay?”

"Don't worry, it's not life! I need you to take out magical items of sufficient value!" Modrian said in a deep voice.

Friends and blood, interests and future, he must make a choice and the responsibility he shoulders.

"Yes!" Lambert agreed immediately. He was no longer the noble master who once complained about his powerlessness. The demise of Edalas City made him grow a lot, and he also understood that the Harriman family was no longer one of the overlords of Silversong Province.

He looked at Lambert in surprise, and Modrian looked at House Atley. In his perception, there were subtle mental fluctuations. Is this communicating?

But it doesn't matter. Since he agreed, he was not afraid that the other party would regret it.

Slap!

Modrian gently patted his hands, and the small door next to him opened slightly.

Two Choi Falley soldiers walked out with wooden plates. They stood firmly in front of Lambert with two green potions on them.

"[Sinjid No. 1 potion], the effect is to eliminate the plague. I don't want the plague to spread to the territory." Modrian said in a deep voice. "Of course, this is not free, you need to pay some golden shields."

It’s not that he doesn’t want to blackmail magic items, but that after these fugitives enter Valoran, they will know that [Singjid No. 1 potion] is for sale, so he is extremely generous in this regard.

Hearing the sound, Lambert's pupils tightened and he looked at Modrian in front of him in shock. How long has it been since Valoran's leader actually made the plague potion. In terms of effect, if the other party dares to put the potion out, it will definitely mean that the potion is effective.

"I think they will be very interested and willing to pay the Golden Shield!" They refer to the servants and ordinary people who escaped with them, and the Golden Shield is very relaxed for the nobles.

The Butler Atley, who was beside him, remained silent, and the horror under his eyes lowered his eyes told the striking waves in his heart. It was not just the power of Valoran, but also the dangerous touch of the Bloodline Warlock gave him strong feedback in the close contact just now.

The two soldiers with heavy black armor holding wooden plates at least possess the strength of a great knight, and may even be the top great knight.

And in this pale conference room, there are 20 soldiers of the same armor style.

That's right, in his vision, such a top-notch knight, who could make him feel the fatal threat, was actually a guard soldier!

Has the Valoran Corps grown to such a terrifying level? Butler Atley sighed slightly.

In the face of fate, the Harriman family chose the wrong path.

After the brief meeting, Lambert and Butler Atley chose to leave and carry [Singid No. 1 potion]. Even if they believe in Modrian, the nobles who are hard to understand in the escape may not be like this, so the experiment is inevitable. As for whom it is, it is easy to choose.

But Baron Benny did not choose to leave, but stood quietly on one side, with a slight hesitation in his expression.

Modrian looked at Uncle Benny in front of him. His handsome face was exhausted, and the once iron-blooded aura appeared again, diluting his gentle and elegant temperament.

Now he is not the young noble master of the past. When he met last time, he could see that Uncle Benny had the blood of the forest elves, and only the lifespan of the elves could make Benny maintain the face in his memory.

Since he came to the north of the kingdom and to the province of Yinsong.

Although Benny has been insisting on what he calls neutrality, it is not the case. Since the town of Irvingdale, Benny's secret help has never been missing.

Only in recent years did Benny maintain true ‘neutral’ after the strength of Valoran’s leadership has been in a state of rapid expansion and has completely become a newly emerging top force in the northern part of the kingdom.

A drop of water should be repaid with a spring of water. And Modrian always keeps these favors in mind.

"Uncle Benny, please sit!" Modrien said with a smile, looking much gentler than before.

Looking around at the pale conference room, Benny, as a professional wizard, clearly told the dangers in the room with his trembling mental perception, bowed respectfully, and his tone contained extremely apologies.

"Sorry, I didn't want to bother you. The situation was forced and the long journey of escape was so long that I finally chose to pray for your help."

Modrian signaled Baron Benny to sit down and arranged for the soldiers of the Choi Farley Legion to hand over the tea, and whispered: "It's okay, it's very easy for me." He did not mention the help he had before, and just remember some things in his heart.

"Did you choose to go to Limontanelu as stated in the letter? Or to another place?"

The gentle words made Benny calm down. After thinking for a while, he spoke slowly: "There are some nobles behind me who hope to stay in Valoran Corps. If possible, they and the families behind them will contribute their own strength to Valoran Corps."

In this sudden outbreak of the plague, many middle and lower aristocrats realized a trace of abnormality, especially the performance of the Stoke Kingdom was heartbreaking, allowing Edalas City to fall.

However, the Valoran Territory performed the opposite. He heard that the territory was quiet and peaceful, without any plague or turmoil. In addition, as a new legendary force, it was indeed a good place for the middle and lower-level nobles.

"The Valoran Corps welcomes their joining, provided that they must abide by the order and laws of the Valoran Corps." Modrian whispered, with the unexpected gains, these middle and lower aristocrats will bring fresh blood and good economic power to the Valoran Corps.

"So, you, Uncle Benny, what are your plans?" He asked at Baron Benny in front of him. "Sophia had mentioned you to me before, and welcome you to visit Fort Dower."

"I think...you also see my origin, the forest elves from the southern jungle." Benny lowered his head slightly, and his tone was bleak. "A failed escapee."

"If you don't mind, I'd rather stay in Valoran!" His face was filled with bitter smile. He had been in Edalas City for nearly ten years, but he still couldn't get rid of his identity as a fugitive.

"I have a forest legion under my command, which is very small, but it's pretty good. Most of them are elf shooters and more than a dozen forest mages..."

"Yes, I think Sophia would welcome so many like-minded partners!" Modrian agreed with a smile, and Valoran's mage system could be supplemented with certain amounts.

Huh! I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, Benny's expression gradually relaxed, as if he remembered something, and said in a low tone: "This time the fall of Edalas City is a bit sudden, and some things are covered with fog."

"I suspect it is internal reasons. The plague that broke out that night was not enough to directly destroy the city of Edalas." Recalling the bloody and crazy battle that night.

How could the plague-infected person who lost his mind stir up so easily Edalas, who has many noble forces and extraordinary professionals? Benny always feels something is wrong, but subconsciously ignores it.

"You have to be careful, I have a premonition that the Gate of Sadness may also... be in crisis..."

Unlike the city of Edalas, Gate of Sadness is a military fortress.

Surprisingly, many people can escape from the city of Edalas, but why is there no news as a gate of sorrow that it seems silent in the plague.

Da da! Da da da!

The side door opened, and a soldier from Cui Fali's army walked over quickly and reported in front of Zhao Xin.

Immediately, Zhao Xin intervened in the reminiscence conversation, came to Modrien, and whispered: "The fugitives in the camp wanted to enter Valoran tonight and had already begun to head towards the city gate."

"Well, let's prepare the potion in advance." A good deal can earn a shiny golden shield. Then Modrian looked at Baron Benny in front of him and invited him, "Let's go together, you can just let your subordinates enter the camp."

A hot bonfire burned on the hard walls, illuminating the dark night, and a long red dragon team holding torches below was slowly approaching.

In a tired state, a quiet and quiet atmosphere, facing the Noxus soldiers standing on the city walls, these people lined up in an orderly manner without any other thoughts.

At the forefront are the gorgeously dressed nobles and the hereditary housekeepers of their families. For their own safety, they would spend a lot of money on Golden Shield to buy some potions even if they were not infected with the plague.
To be continued...