League of Legends Invades Another World

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Squeak!

The door slammed open, and loud noises broke into the room from outside.

"Ragren, what's the matter? I'm panicking." The young man in black dress reprimanded the middle-aged deacon who pushed in the door.

Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, Raglan gasped slightly, not paying too much attention to the reprimands. After turning around and closing the door, he chanted the incantation lightly, and a light blue radiance surged in the air.

【Boundary of Wind】!

Raglan, the deacon of the Cecil Arena, is also a mage professional. He has won the trust of the Cecil family and is responsible for everything on the bright side of the arena.

"I'm sorry, Master Bessie, I'm a little rude." Raglan bowed slightly and said apologetically.

The cyan barrier covered the interior of the room. The young man in black dress, that is, Bessie Mo, looked stunned when he saw this. It seemed that something extraordinary had happened. He motioned for Raglan to continue reporting.

"Don't be like that, let's talk about it, what is it that makes you so nervous?"

"He's back!" A deep voice sounded, and Raglan's face was solemn.

he?

Bessemer's heart moved slightly. He had a hunch that what Raglan was describing was about himself. He held up the red wine on the table with his right hand. The bright light reflected through the swaying red liquid, reflecting a thin white square face and deep emerald eyes. There was a gleam in it.

"Be clear, who is it!?"

"Horace Lindbergh Dalle!" Raglan took a deep breath and said firmly, until now in disbelief.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

[Wind Barrier] In the quiet room shrouded in, the even breathing sound and the restless heartbeat sound are very clear in the quiet and eerie atmosphere.

boom!

Bessie stood up abruptly, the momentum belonging to the great knight erupted, and the overflowing life energy surged, impacting the cyan enchantment, causing bursts of transparent ripples.

"Impossible! How is it possible?!"

"How dare that fellow Horace come back? You must know that Marquis Gardner paid a great price for him to leave the Stoke Kingdom safely. How can he now..."

The chaotic breathing and the flustered tone are all revealing Bessie's chaotic mood at the moment, but the sudden situation in front of him does affect his current mood.

"Go on and cancel tonight's party." Bessemer quickly responded and said to the housekeeper quickly.

Since several of the invited people have refused to come to participate, the evening party has become dispensable. Originally, his idea was to investigate some forces worth winning, but the current situation made him passive.

"Horace, where is the person?" Bessie asked after tidying up her black dress.

"In the backyard courtyard, but Master Horace brought a lot of people..." Before Raglan could finish, he was interrupted by a sharp voice.

"Now in the past, in addition, control the area of ​​​​the back door of the arena, and don't let idle people wait in and out!"

"Yes!" Raglan and the butler responded by bowing at the same time, then immediately left the room, busying themselves.

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The back door courtyard of the Cecil Arena is small, with blue bricks on the floor. Compared with the rough temperament of the square in front, it looks elegant and beautiful, and the hanging branches dot the open environment.

Da da!

Shredded footsteps came from far to near, with a hint of urgency, and then pushed open the courtyard door.

Horace stood in front of the queue, looking at the familiar figure in front of him, with a thin and handsome square face, emerald eyes, everything was similar to memory, not much changed, oh, only a little change, that is now The strength has surpassed him.

"Long time no see, Bessemer Cecil!"

"Yes, long time no see, Master Horace!" Bessemer walked slowly to Horace, bowed slightly, and said softly.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the Modrians and then stared at the somewhat unfamiliar Horace, not seeing the appearance of the once high-spirited youth, with a weather-beaten face telling the wandering life.

Horace Lindbergh Dale, the name that resounded in Limontanlu at the beginning, the eldest son of the Dale family, with noble blood and outstanding cultivation talent, is a veritable son of heaven. Unexpectedly, he will become the next Marquis of Dale, Minister of Finance of the Kingdom of Stoke.

"Is there anything you need me to do for you?" Bessemer still maintained a respectful figure, just like the boy who followed Horace back then.

"Don't be so polite. Besides, I'm not a member of the Dale family. I was removed from the Dale family's family tree four years ago." Horace saw Bessemer at the moment. Shaking his head slightly, he said bitterly.

Under the ruthless trajectory of fate, everyone took a different path, just like now, he is a lost dog who has returned, and the second son of the noble who once followed behind him has become the most famous arena in Limontanlu-- The actual head of the Cecil Arena.

"Master Horace is joking. I think Lord Gardner will miss your return very much." Bessie said with a slight smile. She didn't look cruel at all, but she was much gentler.

"Okay, Bessie, don't be polite to each other. This time I want to ask you a favor, can you provide us with a place to stay?" Horace said in a low tone, the wandering student

During this period of his life, he has learned a lot that he never imagined before.

And the status of the two has long been different. He is no longer the eldest young master of the Dale family, and Bessemer is no longer the boy who once followed him in obscurity.

"Of course, Raglan, assign the residence in the southwest area to Master Horace, remember not to disclose any information." Bessemer nodded and immediately waved to the courtyard door.

Unexpectedly, he thought it would be a very difficult thing, but he didn't expect that just finding a house, such a small matter, was to come back to satisfy his thoughts during the chaotic period, or did he have other ideas?

"Okay, Master Bessemer, tonight will be vacated over there to arrange for Master Horace to live in." Raglan responded, standing at the courtyard gate.

"The matter is settled, then Master Horace, let's go to the arena to play together. The current arena is not only the previous project. My subordinates have developed a lot of alternative gameplay."

Cecil Arena was a place where Horace once liked to come, and it was also here that Bessemer became one of Horace's partners at that time under the arrangement of the family.

"No, as the person in charge of the Cecil Arena, you don't have to greet me like that, just go about your own business. I'll just hang out with Baron Modrian." Horace refused with a smile, and then Pointing to Modrian and introducing.

"This is Baron Modrian, the lord of Valoran, and my friend!"

"Valloran? I've heard the name of Baron Modrian, and he's very famous recently." Bessie frowned slightly, but he and Horace entered Limontanlu, which was very interesting. Case.

He looked at the Baron Modrian and the burly man beside him.

"Daraus, a strong knight commander, a strong man with a record of beheading two knight commanders, an enviable follower."

"Welcome to the Cecil Arena, I hope you have a good time here!" Bessie restrained her emotions and smiled gently at Modrian.

Perhaps he also noticed the vaguely awkward atmosphere, glanced at the black cavalry, then nodded to Horace, and left the back door courtyard by wrong steps.

The crisp footsteps sounded, and the shadows of Horace and Bessemer were intertwined and missed under the falling sunlight, and they walked farther and farther, and finally formed two parallel shadows without a single point of contact.

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