Late at night, the crescent moon is westward and the sky is full of stars.

The quiet and quiet Dale family mansion is filled with lights and few people.

Modrian walked out of the main hall of the banquet and looked at the Earl of Heulette beside him and said, "No need to see me off, I will go back to Valoran."

"Yes." Earl Hewlett responded with a respectful look on his head.

Modrian shook his head gently, rode on the light, and turned around and saw the lazy Youmi lying on the magic scripture, her round belly bulging slightly, as if she was eating a little full.

"Well... should I leave?"

Seeing someone's gaze, Yumi shook her lilac tail and stood up swayingly, her cute eyes full of satisfaction.

"Witness the Magic Cat, oh, and this book!"

The magic script is floating, and the pages are flipping, and golden light is blooming, like runes leaping, engraving strange magic arrays in the void. Through the drowsy air, we can vaguely see the familiar scene behind the magic array.

"Set off!"

Yumi jumped high, escaped into the magic circle, splashed.asxs. ripples.

Then Modrian and others stepped into the magic array one after another, and their figures dissipated until the end, the magic script converged its light and melted into the night, disappearing.

The subtle magic fluctuations dissipated, and Earl Hellit lowered his head. After four or five seconds, he slowly raised his head and disappeared from Modrian's figure in his sight.

"call!"

Taking a breath, Earl Hewlett evaporated the cold sweat behind him.

For some reason, when he was standing beside Modrien, there was always an inexplicable pressure emerging, oppressing the soul.

It was an inadvertent momentum that Modrian might not have noticed, but as a knight captain, he deeply felt the crushing aura.

"Is it legend?" Earl Heulet straightened his waist and a bitter smile filled the corners of his mouth. He recalled Modrian's age. He had entered the path of legend under thirty years old. Such a terrifying talent was matched with the power displayed by the Valoran Colonel.

"I have to admire my brother's eyes!"

"The choice of the Dale family is absolutely worth it, even if it offends most of the nobles of the Stoke Kingdom for this."

Earl Hewlett turned and looked at the shadow of the banquet hall and asked, "When will the Knights of the Flame return to the capital?"

"I am on the way back and arrive at the military camp outside the city in about three days." A low voice sounded quietly from the shadows. "But most of the knights who returned this time were wounded. Are you sure you want to use it?"

"Time waits for no one." Earl Hewlett whispered, with a cold expression. "Even if the little guy Horace has become the consul of Rafarge, the Dale family must show its worth."

"On the Day of the Glory, we must deal with all the issues of Limontanlu before the Day of the Glory."

"I will open the family treasure house at that time to prepare for all unexpected situations."

"Then do we need to contact Lord Caterina of Valoran?" A confused voice sounded in the shadow. "Perhaps we will be more relaxed than the power of legend."

"No, this is the matter of the Dalle family." Earl Hewlett shook his head and rejected the proposal, as if he remembered something. "The Dalle family has done enough for the Kingdom of Stock. I don't think His Majesty Lloyd will blame us."

"Schedule it and clean up all opponents."

Brilliant lights, shadows fade away.

Earl Hewlett looked up at the crescent moon in the night and the glittering stars, and a smile appeared on his face.

......

......

The Renwall Mountains, Laxtak Fortress, Main Fort.

The golden rune flashed with shining light, and the air rippled in transparent ripples. In a moment, Yumi's figure fell into the air, and then Modrian and his group. At the last moment, the magic script popped up and rolled in front of Yumi.

[Door Demonic] Use a few pages to record many places led by Valoran for teleportation.

Of course, this must be done by the magic script.

Modrian landed and stood still, sensed the familiar breath, turned to look at the stairs at the entrance of the main fort.

The dazzling magic light shone, and Svein, wearing a robe, was standing there quietly. When he saw Modrian looking over, he bowed gently.

"Welcome to the Lord Lord to return victoriously."

"This is not like your style." Modrian said with a soft laugh without surprise.

All the abnormal movements in the Fortress of Laxtak could not escape the spiritual perception of the Noxus commander, not to mention the fierce-eating crows densely spreading the fortress staring at all corners.

"Go down and have a rest. I will have a good rest after finishing talking with Svein later." Modrian looked back at Panson and Zhao Xin, nodding.

"Okay, I can finally rest! Yumi is so tired!"

Without waiting for Pan Sen and Zhao Xin to reply, Yumi, the guy who was in charge of the magic script, rushed to the master bedroom quickly, leaving behind a gorgeous purple brilliance.

Modrian looked in Yumi's direction speechlessly, and he wanted to say, that's my bedroom, not yours...

Pansen and Zhao Xin looked at each other, bowed behind, slowly retreated, disappeared into the night, leaving behind Modrian and Svein alone.

Tat! Tat!

The lights swayed, and the crisp sound echoed in the main castle corridor, and two slender shadows swayed slightly with the sound of their steps.

"How is the situation in Valoran's leadership? I heard that during this period, the Grand Duchy of Tambefax has strengthened its trade cooperation with us?" Modrian walked in front, Svein was one position behind, and the two whispered.

"Yes, this situation reached its peak after the news of victory in the Great Plain of Shatar came. Many traders were active near the castle of Lanvasur, bringing goods from all over the mainland to Valoran." Svein smiled and slowly told the changes in Valoran's territory.

"I have ordered Fiona and Poppy to promulgate some economic regulations to stimulate economic consumption in the territory, and will be implemented in other cities in the territory one after another."

"There is another news that the Balas family hopes to meet you as soon as possible and discuss future cooperation in detail." Svein took out an invitation letter from his arms, with a white horse engraved on the surface, which belongs to the noble emblem unique to the Balas family.

"Balas family?" Modrian took the invitation letter, pondered for a while, and said softly: "Don't announce the news of my return first, wait for everything until the glory festival."

“The harvest from the Great Plain of Shatar is enough for us to digest for a while.”

Svein looked at Modrian and nodded slightly. Modrian now has a sense of leadership, but that is not enough. The Valoran leader in the future needs an excellent enough leader to face all special situations calmly.

In front of the bedroom door, Modrian stopped and turned around and happened to see Svein's satisfied smile, and asked: "What, is there anything happy?"

Gently putting his robe together, Svein held the black cane and poked the ground, responding, "What can be seen is conquering!"

"God, the Kingdom of God, I feel that the journey belonging to Valoran has just begun, which makes me feel a little excited, and I am eager to understand the puzzle behind the fog."

Hearing Svein's words, Modrian nodded, recalling the Lizardman Temple encountered during Valoran's expedition, and Samuel Anya, the god of the Lizardman behind him.

"The god, the continent of Kaladimos, the most powerful and immortal creature."

"Valoran will not be too long before this day!"

With his eyes flashing, Modrian thought of the god of plague hated Grelas, who fell from the Gate of Sorrow, and thought of the system decomposition of [Divine Abhorrence (Central)] and [Divine Abhorrence (Central)] left behind.

Perhaps the Valoran leader had already touched the realm of the gods, but had been forgotten.
Chapter completed!