League of Legends Invades Another World

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After the shadows are over, there is prosperity!

This gorgeous building on the edge of the aristocratic area has ushered in a bustling and lively scene since Modrian moved in.

People's hearts are driven by desire, and the small nobles and many court nobles who seek to change, after learning some circulating information, they come here in pursuit of interests.

It was the hungry jackal who smelled the flesh and blood, the cunning fox exploring the possibility of a conspiracy, and countless and various forces focused on Modrian.

The various things from the past have also been excavated, the second son of the noble, the exile, and then to the Valoran territory in the bitter cold north, even including the hatred with the Jeffrey family.

Until now, like the Nirvana Phoenix, it has appeared in front of everyone with an almost brand-new appearance, and it is rumored to have a legend as the background. (As for the hatred of the Jeffrey family, in front of these nobles who seek interests, it is not worth paying attention to. As long as it can be solved with interests, it is not a matter.)

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Silver rain falls for nine days, and ice cream for three years!

In the quiet study, Modrian sat behind the oak table. He never imagined that the journey after his soul possessed would be described by those good people like this, which was comparable to the praise of the poets of the bard.

Ridiculous and deplorable!

Perhaps this is why those guys were eliminated by the times, became lonely people in Limontan Lune, became unhappy people, and had to make bottomless choices for their noble titles.

"Are we just rejecting all invitations like this?" Horace stood silently aside, holding a lot of colorful invitations. Judging from some aristocratic coats of arms, there are many famous nobles in the Stoke Kingdom. .

Including His Royal Highness Guy, His Highness Sawyer, Count Raphael, etc., including the Dale family.

"Then what should I do?" Modrian turned his head to look at Horace, and continued to look at the gloomy sky outside the window, and the wind and rain were getting worse.

"In this battle for the throne, we must recognize our position! Remember, we are just bystanders, not participants."

"Even for His Royal Highness Guy who invited us here!" Modrian seemed to recall the situation he once met at Harriman Castle.

At this time and not at that time, he has perfectly bitten out some hidden enemies for His Royal Highness Guy, and thus exposed part of the strength that was hidden in the dark.

Hearing this, Horace froze, lowered his head and said respectfully, "I'm sorry, Lord Modrian, I shouldn't question your thoughts."

"No, no, no, I happen to think that your question is right. No one is perfect. When mistakes are made, it depends on whether the people around them can recognize it and discourage you." He patted Horace on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"The most important thing is that I need a follower with active thinking, not a rigid and stubborn old-fashioned aristocrat!"

"Worsman will accompany you on a trip, I wish you good luck in the Dale family!"

"Okay, Lord Modrian." Horace looked stunned for a moment, then reacted, resisting the emotional fluctuations in his heart, bowed and saluted and left the study.

The concealed door closed Modrian's field of vision, and a touch of longing suddenly poured out in his heart. Most people who haven't left their hometown can't understand the emotions of hometown wanderers, but until they really experience it, they will understand what has always been in their hearts. mood.

He did, and so did Horace.

It's just that now Horace has a chance to go home, and he doesn't see any hope.

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Appeal!

The moment he left the room behind him, Horace breathed a sigh of relief, as if a thousand pounds of pressure fell from his heart. I don't know since when, when he stayed with Modrian, there was always an inexplicable sense of depression.

This is a situation that has never happened before leaving Valoran Territory. His thoughts are surging. When did he forget that he had this kind of mentality, was it in the wilderness? Or a few days in Limontan Lune?

Moving his footsteps, Horace cleared his mind and went straight to Wossman's residence, but he didn't want to see this sturdy-looking burly man around the corner.

"Lord Vossman!" Horace stopped and saluted.

"Let's go, Lord Lord, let me go out with you." Wassman nodded slightly, saying little.

Horace didn't care when he saw this. Outsiders didn't know the strength of the Trifali Legionnaires, but he was deeply aware that in the wild plains, in the realm of shadows, and among the many shadow creatures, these vertical and horizontal Trifali Legionnaires showed their order. The astonishing power of jaw-dropping.

"It's troublesome." Horace responded, and after all, there was a ripple in his heart, the moon is full, the loss is, and the Hua Yanji is defeated. He used to be like this.

The heir of the Dale family, with a good talent for cultivation, created him who was arrogant at the beginning, and was also the source of the later tragedy.

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The Valante Palace, a palace complex named after the Valante family, is also the political and military center of the Kingdom of Stoke.

Under the gloomy sky, the entire Valante Palace was still brightly lit, with patrolling guards densely covering every road, and the warning circle covering its own brilliance and waiting silently.

Since the news of the king's serious illness spread throughout Limontanlu, people were panicking inside the palace. However, the bloody cleansing at the end of last year gave the people a little comfort. At least the king was not terminally ill and could still be normal Deal with those delusional traitors.

"Jasper, help me open the curtains, I want to see the sky outside." A hoarse and low voice sounded in the dark room, and a pale-faced old man slowly sat up from the soft bed, slightly stunned.

"Your Majesty, the weather is bad today, so don't let the wind blow." Jasper, who was always standing beside the bed, persuaded him, wearing a neat black and white dress with golden ribbons engraved on the corners of his clothes, showing his luxurious and elegant temperament.

"Hehe, I'm an old guy who is about to step into the coffin, can't even this request satisfy me?" The dim light enveloped the pale old man, and his turbid eyes were full of self-deprecation and lament.

Jasper stepped forward to support the old man who was about to get up, and couldn't help but whispered: "Your Majesty, according to the doctor's instructions, you should try not to move as much as possible, be quiet and cultivate yourself, and be able to persevere...... .."

"Lying in bed to recover? That's not my character." The old man broke free from Jasper's arm slightly, realizing how powerless and weak he was now.

Lowering his head, he looked at his frail arm, which was completely different from the countless slaughter with a sharp blade in his memory, as if he was really going to the end?

"Do you think you can still remember my name?" The doubts came from the heart, and they also appealed to the mouth. The old man wanted to hear Jasper's answer beside him.

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