League of Legends Invades Another World

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The gloomy sky covered the sky. Suddenly, a sparse drizzle covered Limontanlu like a white gauze. The slight rain beat the city walls, the streets, and every standing building, as if the whole world was the only one. There is the sound of rain, all the dirty, unbearable, dark, are being baptized by the continuous spring rain, and the washing is extraordinarily clean.

"How about a trip home?"

Modrian leaned on the mahogany table, put his palm on his face, and looked calmly at the drizzle outside the door.

"It's not bad, although the family has been eliminated, but with the power of the lord, it is not difficult." Horace said with a smile, this time he returned to the Dale family, and saw many people who he hadn't seen for a long time. Someone once kept him and wanted to exchange certain family interests for his freedom, but they were all rejected by him.

Sometimes standing at a high place and looking down at the low-lying places can really have a different style.

But looking from the low-lying to the high, you can see more details of the branches, which are never experienced when standing at a high place, and must be experienced after falling into the clouds.

Above all, Horace thought he had found a path worth taking, the one he expected to follow.

"I talked about some things with my father." Horace sorted out his thoughts, recalling his father's warnings and exhortations, and there was a bit of bitterness and confusion in his heart.

"Hatred should be knotted but not solved. Sometimes in this kingdom, you have to learn to endure some things!"

"Also, go to the little guy you reminded, be careful of the noble council!"

Hearing this, Modrian sat up straight and frowned slightly. From the moment he guessed Horace's identity, he paid extra attention to the news of the Dale family, and Horace's father, Gardner Lindbergh. Daller, that's the point of the point.

Gardner Lindbergh Dale, the finance minister of the kingdom, holds the title of hereditary marquis, is the real top figure of the Stoke Kingdom, and is also an important [weight] valued by your Royal Highnesses in this battle for the throne.

"What do you think about yourself?" Modrian looked at Horace in front of him and asked.

He doesn't know everything that has happened in the outside world recently, but through the decrease in the number of visitors and the decrease in invitation letters, it is not difficult to find that inexplicable changes seem to be taking place.

In this regard, he seems to be more low-key, almost never going out, living in a secluded place in this gorgeous building.

After the dazzling brilliance, he always has to learn to hide himself. He is not the protagonist of this war. He wants to be a bystander, even if the possibility is already small.

"I'm not a hero praised by bards, and I'm not a person of high moral character. I just want to seize this opportunity to avenge myself." Horace lowered his eyes, wanton hatred from his pupils Spilled inside, he didn't want to go through that sad past day and night.

"I have dealt with that damn female cousin, but the protagonist of the feud is still at ease, even though he is no longer humane!"

"But I don't want to let him go. As a father's responsibility, as a man's responsibility, I just want to solve him myself."

The extravagance of the aristocracy is unimaginable for ordinary people, which is caused by the rich life and the psychology of mischief. They pursue stimulation and alternative pleasure.

But all this is within the limits of what the family can bear, without affecting the next generation, and within moral boundaries.

When one party took this step unexpectedly, and wanted to use it to frame the blame, all of these were experienced by Horace, and he almost thought it was his own fault in his heart.

It is a pity that there is no airtight wall in the world. After learning the truth, Horace almost collapsed. After accidentally killing his wife, he no longer endured the torment in his heart and wanted to avenge the unborn child.

Failure, everything is failure, here is Limontanlu, here is the kingdom of Stoke, here is the heart of the Valante family.

He was banished from the kingdom of Stoke, driven by his father, the Marquis of Gardner, and banned from entering for the rest of his life.

Once violated, the binding contract signed is invalid, and the Dale family is not allowed to intervene in it, and let the two young people solve it by themselves.

Yes, a prince, a frustrated person, a very [fair] duel.

In the past, Horace would never step into Limontanlu without certainty, nor would he provoke Saroyan Craigie Valante.

But now is different. Horace sees hope. In this battle for the throne, after the battle of the Shadow Realm the night before, he thinks this is his best chance.

"As you wish!" Modrian smiled, his brown pupils reflected a surging stream of dark green data, and [Temporary Mission: Follower's Revenge] was flashing in the system panel.

"Rainy Night Killing Day, the time should be set before the banquet."

"I think a lot of people would also love to see a fireworks show before the battle for the throne."

Modrian got up and walked around, leaning against the door, and the scattered drizzle hit his face, bringing a touch of coolness.

Three days later, the noble council convened, which was the day to distribute the cake, so why not grab more resources, for the Valoran land, for the followers behind him, and, he wanted to prove to some guys that he should not give up his .

What's more, he wants to act a little more crazy, making the guys hiding in the dark tremble.

"Get ready, and may our carefully prepared fireworks bloom normally before the banquet!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Two different answers sounded at the same time, one was Horace, and the other was a slightly twisted shadow from Modrian's feet.

Modrian smiled slightly, looking at the drizzle outside the door, the transparent water droplets splashed on the ground, spreading a thin mist, like ink dripping on rice paper, slowly infiltrating.

Just like his current mentality, from the careful survival in the past to the hidden sharpness of the Valoran Territory, and now, he has begun to let go of his mentality, accept the changes in this world, accept the infection of the aristocratic society, and at the same time let himself Living a little more comfortable, these are nourishing the heart after the battle in the world of shadows.

………………

Violet Mage Tower, silent inner chamber.

The thick magic element was active in the air, and Craigie lowered his head and nodded his head from time to time, as if he was meditating (sleep?), and the scattered white hair covered his face.

"Ha!" His Majesty Craig opened his cloudy eyes, stretched his waist, and immediately turned his head to look behind him as if he had discovered something.

"Hey, you little guy, when are you so sneaky?"

"I've seen His Majesty Craigie." Jasper sorted out the black and white dress, the golden silk was engraved on the corner of the dress, and he bowed slightly and said respectfully.

"Okay, don't be so polite, now you dare to leave Lloyd's side, aren't you afraid of any accident?" Craigie joked as he looked at Jasper who stepped out of the shadow world.

"With your presence, I can't think of anyone else who would dare to assassinate His Majesty the King in Limontan Lune," Jasper said.

"Okay, okay, come on, what's the matter? Or did Lloyd want you to bring something?" Craigie grumbled a few words, and then the conversation turned to business.

"According to the original plan, since those guys in the abyss are staring at the target, then don't worry about him for the time being." Jasper said softly with his hands on both sides.

"The emphasis is on the temple. For some unknown reason, the rate of blessings from the gods has increased, and His Majesty the King is a little worried about the temple of power."

"God!?"

A strange color flashed in Craigie's cloudy eyes. He remembered the situation recorded in some books. It seemed that something abnormal happened? The movements of the gods became more frequent.

"I will pay more attention to the Temple of Power. I am worried about your side. That old boy Lloyd can't resist for a few days. Have you chosen?"

Craigie doesn't care who sits on the throne of the king. Anyway, in the legendary lifespan, he has experienced two kings. Although it is not as dazzling as Lloyd's achievements, his lifespan is much better.

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