Chapter 41

Looking at the young man with brown hair walking into the Council hall, modry showed his peace of mind. Indeed, he was the eldest grandson of count Raphael, Lambert Betty Harriman, a once gifted knight.

"Thank you for your last reminder," said modrian, standing up and smiling with gratitude.

He waved his hand at will. Lambert sat on the wooden chair with a trace of interest on his face and said, "I didn't expect that the abandoned sentry was well developed by you. It seems that Viscount Brooke is good to you, at least much better than the rumor."

"Maybe!" modrian shrugged his shoulders, didn't explain anything, sat back in the main seat, and then looked at Lambert's face, waiting for the reason why he came.

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

When he first entered the fort, he was completely attracted by the different styles of buildings here. The narrow and claustrophobic Qingshi street, the high-altitude buildings with great sense of oppression and superior defense performance make it a strict military fortress.

Not only the architecture, but also the soldiers responsible for guarding and patrolling. From their fearless momentum and cold bloodthirsty eyes, they all tell that they are 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 Peres family.

"Is there any news about the Jeffrey family?" modrian said directly, throwing away the so-called aristocratic etiquette.

"Ha ha, it seems that you still know yourself. After the speech of the banquet came out, the Jeffrey family has made a lot of small moves recently." Lambert laughed loudly, then straightened his body and looked directly into modrian's eyes.

"According to reliable information, the Jeffrey family sent out the iron thorn cavalry Corps this time, which has the cavalry Corps led by the great knight."

"Judging from their route, the target is basically ewendel town. I think you should know what this means. You and your subordinates will become stepping stones for the iron thorn cavalry corps to deter the aristocratic forces in the north of the kingdom."

Modrian frowned at the speech. Is this an example? Then he said in a cold and low voice, "do you know how many people there are in the iron thorn cavalry Corps on this trip? Or how many are the great knights?"

"Sorry, the Sentinels along the way can only get the approximate number of the iron thorn cavalry Corps. The official cavalry is between 300-500 and the knight servants are between 500-600." Lambert looked up at the heavy faced modrian and said impolitely.

"Why, are you still going to resist? I suggest you get ready to leave the north of the kingdom. This is no longer where you can stay."

Modrian smiled silently. His white face was full of smiles, but the smile on his face was not warm and full of coldness.

"Since I left Peris castle, many people wanted me to disappear completely. Unfortunately, I still live well, and those people disappeared."

"Maybe, that's just once. I've said all that. I hope you can seize the time." Lambert looked sympathetically at modrian. He was a very crazy guy. Unfortunately, facing the iron thorns, the cavalry Corps will eventually be destroyed.

Modrian stared at Lambert who was ready to get up and leave. He had a good impression of the noble young master. He didn't know why the other party would help him one after another. Were the Harriman family and the Jeffrey family in different noble camps?

Or he just doesn't deal with cadier, so he wants to give modrian a little help to disgust cadier.

In short, modrian has received a lot of benefits from Lambert.

"A temporary failure doesn't mean a lifetime failure. I don't know why you become like this. At least it doesn't accord with the pride of once gifted Knights!"

Modrian carefully considered that he had heard Lambert's name when he was in Peris castle, but after he was defeated by his brother cadil, he seemed to disappear completely in Stoke Kingdom, and could no longer hear the name of the once gifted knight.

"Have you ever experienced the taste of failure? The feeling of falling from the clouds to the bottom of the valley, and the silent laughter around." Lambert stopped his steps, and his low voice sounded, as if suppressing inexplicable emotions, totally different from the previous dandy image.

"Of course, that kind of taste will really make people collapse!" modrian nodded. He had dealt with many such mental problems in his previous life.

"A hero... Or an elder once said, well, I feel very good. I give you a little thanks."

"I have stepped on the top of the mountain and fallen into the bottom, both of which have benefited me a lot." modrian tried to imitate Tariq's tone and strive to be similar.

After hearing this, Lambert stood where he was for a long time without saying anything. Finally, he turned his back to modrian, waved his hand, and left the conference hall quite smartly, leaving a word of thanks.

"Thank you!"

Standing at the gate of the main castle, looking at the disappearing back, modrian smiled, and his gentle smile dispelled the original cold feeling.

When the cold wind blew through, modrian subconsciously looked up at the sky. I don't know when, dark clouds accumulated in the blue sky, cutting off most of the light. Occasionally, he could vaguely see the red sun in winter from the absence of clouds, and then he was covered by dark clouds again in a very short time.

"Is it going to snow?"

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On the bluestone Road on the middle of the mountain outside the dug fort, a gorgeous carriage engraved with golden leaves is driving slowly. There are ten guard Knights around. The silver armor is matched with a sharp lance, and the breath of life energy is filled with.

Sitting in the carriage, Lambert seemed to be in a trance. His handsome face would show a melancholy smile from time to time, with bitterness, remorse and more regret.

"Master Lambert, are you all right?" the old housekeeper asked with concern.

"Me? I'm fine." Lambert shook his head, but his face was still in a trance. "Grandpa atley, did you say that during my decadent period, my grandfather and father were very disappointed with me?"

The white haired Butler attley smiled kindly. He didn't know why master Lambert would say so, but it was obvious that this whim visit made him try to get out of that haze.

"No, the master and the 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 continue to work hard. I will take back what I have lost." Lambert said firmly, as if he thought of something. He turned his head and looked in the direction of tunwobao. Through the gap in the carriage window, he could vaguely see the sleeping black fortress.

"If you don't work hard, people who looked down on before will begin to chase my footsteps."

In the previous meeting, Lambert clearly sensed the life energy in modrian's body, indicating that the other party had stepped into the realm of knight.

I hope to see you again, not in front of your yellow grave.