After the conversation ended, Svein left, leaving Modrian alone in the room.

The dim light swayed, Modrian gently rubbed his eyebrows, closed his eyes and thought, and every force attending the banquet and the interest groups represented behind him flashed through his mind.

The Valoran Territory, even the future Kingdom of Stoke, had only one voice.

But the forces surrounding the kingdom will not pay too much attention to the Valoran territory, especially the Beshilik Kingdom and the defeat of the Shatar Plain has given them a bloody lesson that has profound bones.

"Let's consolidate the immediate interests first, future events are destined to be inevitable."

Modrian opened his eyes, got up and came to the window of the private room, overlooking the banquet hall below, and his pupils reflected small groups of different people.

Most of them were nobles in the Kingdom of Stoke, and a few were noticeable forces at this banquet.

Soon, Modrian saw Sophia in the corner of the banquet. She was whispering to her three friends, and her bright smile appeared on her cold face.

Perhaps this is what Sophia should have, rather than staying in the boring and boring Dowborg.

Dang-dang-dang!

The crisp sound of bells and drums rang in the banquet hall.

The banquet, which was originally filled with laughter and conversation, suddenly became quiet. Elegant nobles looked at the stairs with smiles, waiting for the protagonist to appear tonight.

Modrian gently tidied up his clothes, stepped out of the private room, faced everyone's eyes, standing on the most eye-catching high platform, looking around with his plain eyes, and a breath of majesty enveloped the banquet.

"Every distinguished guest is welcome to take the time to attend this boring banquet. Modrian is here to sincerely thank you for your arrival!"

"Now I announce that the banquet begins!"

"I hope everyone has a good time!"

There was no nonsense, and a lot of nutritious words were talked. After Modrian finished speaking, he clapped himself gently.

Papa! Papa! Papa! Papa!

Roaring applause rang in the banquet hall, and every noble present was not stingy with his attention and praise, and seemed to agree with what Modrian said.

The banquet belonging to Valoran officially began, and the Noxus soldiers entered the venue in an orderly manner with food and wine.

This is very alternative. Others' banquets are servants and servants, while Valoran's leader is soldiers wearing armor.

"So young!" Lydia looked at Modrian in the banquet center and sighed. "Sophia, Baron Modrian should be less than thirty years old, right? Not married yet?"

"How about it? How do you see me? Does it fit into Baron Modrian's aesthetic?"

After saying that, Lydia stood up gently, rotated a few steps, and the lilac dress fluttered.

The continuous inquiries made Sophia a little stunned. She had never seen Lydia look like this in the previous party? This is what the book says... Is it spring?

"Okay, Lydia, don't fiddle with your posture." When Alva saw Sophia's expression, she quickly spoke out. She had already relaxed from Sophia's identity, and her heart was filled with glory and happiness.

No matter what the result of the banquet tonight was, she was absolutely sure to get rid of the family marriage after she returned because her best friend was named Sophia Perris.

"Hey, look, it seems something happened." Pamela seemed to have discovered something interesting, pulled La Sophia and Alva's arms and pointed to the center of the banquet hall.

"Did the priestly robe of the Temple of Wealth come to represent the Temple of Wealth?"

"Look, what kind of noble emblem is that, it's a little strange. It seems that it's not the nobles around the Kingdom of Stock, right?"

"The Temple of Power has also sent people to the banquet hall."

In the corner of the banquet hall, Pamela exclaimed from time to time. In fact, it was not just here, but every small group in the banquet hall looked at those people with fiery eyes.

Different statuses represent different interests.

Compared to the people entering the banquet hall, the remaining people can only be regarded as relying on Valoran and the Kingdom of Stoke, with a huge difference in status and strength.

The mottled magic lights shine, and the atmosphere in the banquet hall is slightly cold, and someone stands out at the right time.

Horace, Siglid, and Baron Benny, as followers of Modrian, also attended the banquet. At this moment, they entered the hall, connecting different noble forces, and laughter sounded again.

"Miss Sophia, Kevin said hello to you." Kevin Lindberg Daller walked to the corner of the banquet hall and bowed slightly.

"Hello, Kevin, I heard Horace talk about you." Sophia stood up, smiled politely, and then turned her eyes to look at the familiar figure beside Kevin.

"Meredith hasn't seen you for a long time."

The playboy who used to be the Violet Mage Tower now has a beard, mature and steady, without a trace of playboy's spirit.

The sacrifice of the Duke of Dhakama caused the Arnold family to suffer a heavy blow, but with the help of the Dale family and the information revealed by Valoran, it still preserved most of the interests of the Arnold family.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, Sophia, I'm here with apologies this time..." Meredith lowered his head and said respectfully, the ridiculous things in the past appeared in his consciousness like a sudden look.

"No need, let it pass what happened before."

Sophia sighed lightly, waved her hand, interrupting Meredith's words. As she said, what was past was gone, she was no longer the same. Moreover, Sophia had already known what the Duke of Dhakama did for the Kingdom of Stock.

"Kevin, is there anything else?"

"Sorry, Miss Sophia, I'm also entrusted." Kevin smiled bitterly. This was not his business, but there was a gap between Marquis Gardner and Sophia, and the matter ended up on his shoulders.

However, when Kevin saw Sophia's appearance at this moment, he breathed a sigh of relief, at least the Arnold family had obtained the understanding they wanted.

"Then we won't bother you."

After saying that, Kevin took Meredith away in a hurry, as if he was taking off his burden.

But he forgot that the meaning of the Dale family in the eyes of all the noble forces in the banquet hall at this time was definitely the most staunch supporter of Valoran.

So Kevin's movements had long been paid attention to by many nobles, until he saw the first heir of the Dale family saluting Sophia, everyone realized that it was not simple.

Soon afterwards, Sophia's identity was exposed and spread to the banquet hall.

There are no idiots who can appear at this banquet. They know that the opportunity is right in front of them. Since they can't get in touch with Modrian, then contacting Sophia may be their only chance.

During the laughing conversation, his eager eyes kept patrolling the corner of the banquet hall. When he saw Alva and others occasionally, he had doubts, but he would remember their appearances.

"We... seem to be the center..." Lydia no longer had her previous active appearance, and sat upright on the sofa with her belly and chest tightened, showing her ladylike posture.

Alva and Pamela are not much better. Although they are used to the focus of some family banquets, they are nothing compared to this place.

However, in the current scene, the three of them did have unexpected gains. They were born in a noble family and knew deeply about some potential rules, even... the interests were beyond the reach of the family behind them.

"The little guy... no, it's definitely not in the future." Alva and the other two looked at each other and leaned closely behind Sophia.

Such a strange atmosphere was quickly broken because the person's identity was quite heavy.

Philan Balas walked to the corner of the banquet hall, sat opposite Sophia with a smile, and said softly: "Don't you introduce me to your friends?"

The Balas family, even in the Ailan Faluo Empire, is still the most top noble, and is far from being comparable to everyone present.

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Ballroom and private room.

The dim lights were falling, and the long conference table was placed in the center, with many people sitting upright on both sides.

Wales Balas, the legendary dragon knight of the Balas family, once "sponsored" many precious resources for the rise of Valoran. At this moment, he sat quietly on a wooden chair, and a small silver dragon lingered on his shoulders.

Isda, the Bishop of the Temple of Wealth, and has had many intersections with Valoran, and his strength has also advanced to legend, but occasionally the aura of divine grace is revealed. Obviously, he relies on the blessing of the Goddess of Wealth to enter the road of legend.

Agnes Rodney, the Cardinal Archbishop of the Temple of Power, the legendary priest, and the once famous Limontanelu, also visited Valoran today.

In addition to the above people, there is also a female mage in robes, Moira Percy Joyce, a legendary mage who appeared in the Violet Mage Tower during the throne struggle.

Just from the perspective of strength, it is far higher than the many nobles in the banquet hall at this moment.

Modrian sat upright at the main seat, with Svein on his left hand and Dryus who came from the Nuu Fortress, representing the long-range plot and military leadership of Valoran.

In the room, the atmosphere was a little quiet. All the legends present were silently waiting for Modrian's speech. Everyone should be respectful. This was due to the pressure given by Svein and Dryus.
Chapter completed!