League of Legends Invades Another World

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The waiting time is always extra slow, and the annoying things keep coming.

As a last resort, Modrian avoided the so-called high-class banquets held by many speculators on the grounds of illness, spent a leisurely time at the Blueberry Hotel, and at the same time waited for an invitation from Harriman Castle.

It was still the night of the lingering winter, the bleak cold wind reflected the darker and darker night sky, and the faint moonlight dotted the winter streets.

The prosperous city of Edalas wakes up like a beast in the night, and the luxurious and elegant carriages shuttle through the streets incessantly.

Modrian did not choose to go to Harriman Castle with Uncle Benny this time. In the surging dark tide, he wanted to keep a low profile as much as possible, at least during the aftermath of the battle that ended in the town of Ervindale, so He decided to go to the banquet early.

An ordinary carriage walked in the night, driven by Bobby, driving smoothly and quickly in the city of Edalas.

The way forward was very calm. Occasionally, a few similar gorgeous carriages passed by. They all seemed to be heading towards the banquet hall of Harriman Castle. They were not blocked until they entered the castle. It was very easy to go directly. Walk through.

"Sorry, my lord, for a routine check."

In front of the heavy and ancient Harriman Castle, the castle guards in silver armor intercepted the carriage, the sound of calm alert sounded, and the cold light blade in his hand tilted slightly, reflecting a dim moonlight.

"Well, is it there yet?" Gragas woke up from his slumber as he felt the carriage slowly stop, rubbing his bewildered eyes, and asked.

He heard that there will be a gluttonous feast held by the upper class today, and he deliberately raised his spirits and prepared to taste the ancient kiln wines collected by the nobles.

"It's time to get out of the car, Gragas." Modrian said helplessly. Regarding the temper of these heroes, as long as it does not violate normal morals and orders, he usually focuses on tolerance, and his personality is the label of heroes.

"Okay, my lord."

The fat and burly body slowly got up, Gragas hugged the wooden wine barrel he was carrying, and jumped off the carriage easily. Fortunately, he hired a six-wheeled carriage, otherwise he would really not be able to withstand such a jumping action as Gragas.

Clang!

A ray of cold light came out, and the castle guard who was on alert suddenly saw a huge figure jumping down from the carriage, and subconsciously pulled out the sword blade from his waist and stood in front of him.

"Lord Modrian?" The hesitant and confused voice came from the ten commander of the castle guards. He saw a strange yet familiar figure walking out after seeing the huge figure.

"You know me?" Modrian looked at the sound, and he didn't seem to have seen this person in his memory.

The ten commander motioned his subordinates to put away their swords, stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said, "I once followed Young Master Lambert to Fort Dervo, and I was fortunate enough to meet you."

"Lambert." Modrian recalled the once good friend with a smile. The guy went to the Favorkad Empire, which is known as the lion's heart. I don't know what it is now.

"Butler Atley specially ordered that if you are here, please move to the main banquet hall." The ten commander motioned a young and beautiful female housekeeper waiting at the city gate to come over quickly and explained at the same time.

"You are one of the most important guests of the Harriman family, and Mefona will guide you to your destination."

Hearing this, Modrian smiled and said nothing, and followed the housekeeper in front of him into Harriman Castle.

The mottled magic lights illuminated Harriman Castle. Walking along the road, I didn’t see much of the surrounding scenery. I was all attracted by the slightly tilted and swaying peaches in front of me. At the end of Modrian's nose, a very beautiful housekeeper, who has undergone rigorous training in etiquette and seduction.

It's a pity that he can still endure this temptation. He has been with Janna all year round. He has a certain immunity to beauty, and the housekeeper in front of him is far inferior to Janna's stunning appearance.

After entering the main banquet hall, Modrian looked for a quiet corner, ignoring the charming and charming eyes of the housekeeper, which was the same as those beautiful girls at the castle gate who dream of stepping into the upper class by virtue of their beauty, but she has a floor. A convenient 'coat', but it doesn't change that they are still a bunch of poor guys.

Due to the early arrival, various items in the banquet hall have not been prepared yet. Many handsome and handsome waiters are seriously placing silver tableware, lighting bright red candles on gorgeous candlesticks, and warming the fireplace. Add firewood.

On the contrary, the rich food has been prepared in advance, and a dazzling array is placed in the four corners of the banquet hall, and the fragrant smell is overflowing in the air.

Modrian was not polite. With the coveted Poppy and the glittering Gragas, he found a dark and quiet corner, and then methodically picked up plates of food from the banquet table, and opened the sealed spirits. Enjoy.

The night was getting darker, and the moonlight moved westward.

Amidst the beautiful dance music, there were more and more guests in the main banquet hall. Most of them were a group of young girls with elegant looks and well-dressed. They either brought their own dance partners, or searched for their favorite targets, or Under the arrangement of the elders in the family, they stepped into the dance floor in pairs, and the butterflies danced like delicate and charming.

Modrian in the corner had a panoramic view of these. He especially remembered that he was very envious of these noble boys and girls exuding youth hormones, and he wanted to show the same way as them.

Show your style.

Now it seems a little ridiculous.

Compared with those flowers that still live under the protection of their elders and in the greenhouse, what he has experienced is full of destiny, and it also endows the current situation with incompatibility.

Yes, in this noble banquet, Modrian strongly felt a strange atmosphere that could not be integrated into it. Those smiling and elegant nobles always swept across this corner inadvertently. They enjoy the food.

Fear, disgust, fear, envy, hatred!

All kinds of very different eyes, all of them, seem so real, but they don't dare to approach, as if they are avoiding something.

"How is it? Do you feel the banquet is boring?"

A familiar voice came from the right side, and Modrian turned his head to look, a smile appeared on his white face. "When did you come back?"

"I just came back, no matter how wonderful the outside is, it doesn't have the kindness of hometown." The brown-haired young man motioned to Gragas to look to one side, and then he lay down on the soft seat and stared at him with piercing eyes. Modrian said.

"I heard about your illustrious name on the way back, Great Knight, Lord of Valoran, and destroyed the Temple of Power in the north. It's a bit unbelievable."

Modrian interrupted the young man's words with a toast, and said with a smile: "It's all the result of hard work, you are not bad, you have entered the realm of the great knight in two years."

"At least my 'brother', the lauded Tianjiao character still stops at the knight!"

"The outside world is huge and exciting!" Lambert took a sip of strong wine and looked at the youthful young girls on the dance floor with memories in his tone.

"This trip to the Favorkad Empire has brought me a lot. Of course, compared to you, it is not worth mentioning."

Modrian raised his brows. He was very interested in what Lambert said about the Favorkad Empire. As Lambert said, the outside world is very big, and sooner or later, he will go to the world stage one day.

The next two friends who hadn't seen for a long time huddled in this corner, talking freely, talking about their lives, talking about the things they encountered, and discussing some issues of strength. (At this point, Lambert is mostly asking, and Modrian answers. Judging from their current strength, the identities of the two are interchanged.)

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