League of Legends Invades Another World

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Looking at the brown-haired young man who walked into the conference hall, Modrian revealed that he was indeed the eldest grandson of Count Raphael, Lambert Betty Harriman, a former genius knight.

"Thank you for your reminder last time, Lord Lambert." Modrian stood up and said with a smile, his tone full of gratitude.

Waving his hand casually, Lambert sat on the wooden chair recklessly, with a hint of interest on his face and said: "I didn't expect that the abandoned post was developed well by you. It seems that Viscount Brooke is good to you, at least better than the rumors. is much better.”

"Maybe!" Modrian shrugged his shoulders without explaining anything, sat back in the main seat, and then stared at Lambert's face, waiting for the reason for his arrival.

"Don't look at me like that, this visit is just a whim." Lambert half-squinted his eyes and pretended to be indifferent, but he was still surprised.

When he first dug into Fort Ward, he was completely attracted by the different styles of buildings here. The bluestone streets are narrow and claustrophobic, and the high-rise buildings with a strong sense of oppression and superior defensive performance make this place a strictly military fortress.

Not only in terms of construction, but also the soldiers responsible for guarding and patrolling. Judging from their fearless momentum and cold bloodthirsty eyes, they all tell that this is a group of extremely elite soldiers.

Based on what he saw and heard, Lambert subconsciously thought: It seems that everyone underestimated this guy, the second son of the Perris family.

"Is there any news about the Jeffrey family?" Modrian was quite straightforward, throwing away the so-called noble etiquette and saying straight to the point.

"Haha, it seems that you still have self-knowledge. After the remarks of that night's banquet spread, the Jeffrey family has made a lot of small moves recently." Lambert laughed heartily, then straightened his body and looked directly at Modrian's. said the eyes.

"According to reliable information, the Jeffrey family dispatched the Iron Thorns Cavalry Corps this time, which is a cavalry regiment led by a great knight."

"Judging from their travel route, the target is basically the town of Ervindale. I think you should know what this means. You and your subordinates will become the stepping stones of the Iron Thorns Cavalry Legion to shock the northern part of the kingdom. aristocratic power."

Modrian frowned when he heard the words, is this killing the chicken and setting an example? Then he said in a cold and low voice: "Can you know how many people are in the Iron Thorns Cavalry Corps? Or how many are the Great Knights?"

"Sorry, the sentry along the way can only get the approximate number of the Iron Thorn Cavalry Corps this time. The official cavalry is between 300-500, and the knight's servant is between 500-600." Lambert looked up and looked at his face. The heavy Modrian said very rudely.

"Why, are you still going to resist? I suggest you prepare to leave the northern part of the kingdom. This is no longer a place for you to stay."

Modrian laughed silently, and his white face was full of smiles, but the smile on his face had no warmth and was full of coldness.

"From the time I left Perris Castle, there were many people who wanted to make me disappear completely. Unfortunately, I am still alive and well, and those people have disappeared."

"Perhaps, it was only once. I have said all of this, I hope you can seize the time." Lambert glanced at Modrian sympathetically, this is a pretty crazy guy, it's a pity, facing the iron The thorn cavalry army will eventually usher in destruction.

Modrian watched Lambert who was about to get up and leave. He had a good impression of this noble young master. It was unclear why the other party would help him one after another. Are the Harriman family and the Jeffrey family in different noble camps?

Or that he simply did not deal with Kadir, so he wanted to give Modrian a little help to disgust Kadir.

In short, Modrian has received a lot of favors from Lambert so far.

"A temporary failure does not mean a lifetime failure. I don't know why you have become like this, at least it doesn't meet the pride of a former genius knight!"

Modrian thought carefully. He heard Lambert's name when he was in Perris Castle, but after being defeated by his brother Kadir, it seemed as if he had completely disappeared in the Kingdom of Stoke. Less than the name of the former genius knight.

"Have you experienced the taste of failure? The feeling of falling from the cloud to the bottom of the valley, and the silent ridicule around." Lambert stopped, and a low voice sounded, as if suppressing inexplicable emotions, completely unlike the previous playful image.

"Of course, that taste will really make people feel broken!" Modrian nodded and said, he had dealt with a lot of such mentality problems in his previous life.

"There is a hero...or a senior once said a word, um, I feel pretty good, I would like to express my gratitude to you."

"I have set foot on the top of the mountain and I have fallen into the bottom of the valley, both of which have benefited me a lot." Modrian tried to imitate Tariq's tone, trying to be similar.

After Lambert heard about it, he stood there and was speechless for a long time. Finally, he turned his back to Modrian, waved his hand, and left the conference hall quite elegantly, leaving a thank you.

"thanks!"

Standing at the gate of the main castle, looking at the gradually disappearing back, Modrian laughed, and the gentle smile dispelled the original coldness.

The cold wind blew through, and Modrian looked up at the sky subconsciously. I don’t know when, the blue sky was covered with dark clouds, cutting off most of the light. Occasionally, the scarlet sun in winter could be vaguely seen from the gaps in the clouds. In a short period of time, it was covered by clouds again.

"Is it going to snow?"

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On the bluestone road halfway up the mountain outside of Fort Woo, a gorgeous carriage engraved with golden leaves is slowly driving, surrounded by dozens of guard knights. The breath permeates.

Lambert, who was sitting in the carriage, seemed to be in a trance, and his handsome face would show a melancholy smile from time to time, with bitterness, self-blame, and more regret.

"Master Lambert, are you all right?" the old butler beside him asked with concern.

"Me? I'm fine." Lambert shook his head, but his expression was still a little dazed. "Grandpa Atley, do you think my grandfather and father were disappointed in me during my decadent period?"

The white-haired butler Atley smiled kindly. He didn't know why Master Lambert said that, but it was clear that this visit on a whim made him try to get out of that hazy memory.

"No, the master and the eldest young master are still looking forward to you, otherwise you will not be allowed to play like this."

"Really? It seems that I have to keep working hard. What I have lost, I will get it back again." Lambert said firmly, as if he had remembered something, he turned his head and looked in the direction of Fort Dive, through the carriage window The gap between the two, the sleeping black fortress can be seen faintly.

"If I don't work hard, the people I looked down on before will start chasing in my footsteps."

In the previous meeting, Lambert clearly sensed the life energy in Modrian's body, indicating that the other party has stepped into the realm of knights.

I hope that when I see you again, it will not be in front of your loess grave.

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