Chapter 145

Modrian, who had just been washed with cold water, felt much better. He wiped his body casually and put on a casual coat. He lay on the rocking chair near the balcony and looked up at the bright stars in the night.

Eech! Eech!

The rocking chair made a friction sound. Modrian adjusted his body slightly, and his tired face showed a comfortable expression. This is a rocking chair made according to the memory of his previous life. He especially likes it, which can make him occasionally think of some good memories of his previous life.

Today should be the most tiring day in the last six months.

The whole afternoon was spent dealing with the squeeze, and the occasional discussion with dreus about the military development direction of Valoran's leadership almost consumed his spirit.

"Sometimes, I can't believe that everything is true now." modrian sighed inexplicably. In just two years, he became a powerful Baron in the north from a second son of an aristocrat who had nothing.

Mediocre, gifted, noble!

Mediocrity is the view of others, talent will be the title of the future, and nobility is the status symbol obtained now.

Modrian stretched out his right hand, and the substantive scarlet life energy slowly gathered in the palm of his hand. These are illusory existence. Only his own strength is the thing that can best reflect himself.

He killed many powerful nobles; There are also several talented people who fall into his hands, so after some things can be delegated to heroes, he began to pursue his own strength.

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[Name: modrian Peris]

[strength: Great Knight (Knight's body, scarlet breathing method)]

[blue essence: 424 points]

[orange essence: 0 points]

[victory points: 0 points]

[item: none]

[Jindun: 54284]

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The great Knight's peak, which is modrian's strength now. (the system only displays the current strength level.)

Also after breaking through the peak of the great knight, he felt that the obvious shackles were preventing him from entering a higher realm, which may be the so-called talent limitation.

But modrian didn't care. With systematic help, he was a mediocre, from a knight apprentice to the peak of a great knight.

As for the Knight Commander, even the legend, in his opinion, it is only a matter of course after the accumulation of heroes.

Hoo!

As the substantiated scarlet life energy dissipated, modrian stared at the dark night and saw many things from the bright stars, about the pictures of previous lives, about the lost memories, and about the world.

I haven't been so relaxed for a long time.

It seems that he has been worried about survival since he left Peris castle to the town of irvindale. Now, he is a powerful Baron and once a hated aristocrat.

Peres castle!

Modrian's expression moved and thought of some broken memories of this life. It seemed that he had not paid attention to the news there for a long time.

He turned to look at the wooden table in the room. There were two luxurious and exquisite invitations lying quietly. One of them was from Peres castle and from the strange "father".

"My abandoned second son, have you been so obsessed?" modrian showed a mocking smile, and the appearance of leaving in embarrassment was always engraved in the depths of his soul.

As for the only person in the Peres Castle who can make him fall in love, his half sister, Sophia Peres.

If it were not for Sophia's parting gift, perhaps in the wilderness plain, he would sleep in that desolate land and bid farewell to the world.

Eech! Eech!

Modrian's head was confused, so he fell asleep in the rocking chair, sleeping soundly, like a lonely child.

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Early the next morning, the morning light fell on the main fort and awakened the sleeping modrian. After a quick breakfast, he left tunwobao with Bobby and a team of noxas bloody cavalry and went to the town of irvindale.

It should have been the shadow stream disciples who informed last night that modrian saw Gregory and bucket gugaras, who were called "asshole drunkard" by the Yodel people, one kilometer away from the town of irvindale.

"Lord!" Gregory said respectfully, wearing armor and riding a red horse.

Modrian nodded and immediately looked at the still motionless ancient galas, whose fat figure attracted too much attention.

As if aware of modrian's eyes, gujaras rubbed his big red nose and took a sip of the ale bucket held in his left hand.

"Burp... Son... Gujaras only likes drinking and doesn't know anything else."

Come on. Modrian was completely helpless when he heard the speech. No wonder Bobby and Timo were gnashing their teeth when they said it.

But the wicked have their own "wicked" mill. This is fate.

"Ha, gujaras, have you brewed the wheat wine you owe me?" Bobby jumped out from behind modrian, held her two tall Oren hammer in both hands and walked to the drunk 'asshole'.

Gujaras looked vaguely at the pale golden hammer of Oren, and his simple and honest face piled up an honest man's smile.

"Of course, it's brewed. It's all in my tavern. How can I owe lovely Bobby's ale?"

"Alas!" modrian sighed. However, this is completely different from the character of bucket gugaras introduced in the League of heroes.

He remembered that in the universe of the League of heroes, gujaras was an impulsive and unpredictable noisy drinker. His favorite activities were smashing wine barrels and heads,

Yes, hit the head and hit the target with a head hammer!

Thanks to his moody temper, drinking with gujaras is always a dangerous proposal.

Also because of his unswerving love for wheat wine, he went deep into ferrerdrod to find the purest polar water, and entered the abyss of howling.

Finally, he succeeded, bringing out a piece of flawless and unprecedented broken ice.

This broken ice can not only impregnate his stock of ale with incredible ability, but also has a very convenient side effect - it can freeze the brewed liquid at the best drinking temperature.

This is why ancient galas can drink the most mellow ale anytime and anywhere. (it is said that happy hour is made of wheat wine.)

Such a person is completely different from gujaras, who is now called an "asshole".

Of course, the harmonious and friendly atmosphere between his heroes is what modrian needs. So far, he can accept the character of his heroes.

"Tell me, what happened the night before yesterday, but the bishop of the temple of power told all the complaints to the fort of tunwaugh." modrian didn't take care of Bobby and gugalas. As he rode forward, he looked back and asked Gregory, who had always followed him.

"There are missionaries who want to force some of the Knights of the noxasian Empire to believe in the God of power and force them to use divination," Gregory said with a smile. The belief of the noxasian people is not so easy to change.

"The missionaries failed and were discovered by the awakened Knights of the Knox empire. There was a conflict between the two."

"Well... There are many extraordinary Knights among the missionaries, and even a strong man at the peak of knights. In case, I'll ask the shadow stream to call Lord gugalas."

"Who would have thought that Lord gujaras killed them all at once with a little effort, eh... It was a little miserable!" Gregory shrugged his shoulders, as if it was none of his business. Everything was caused by an accident.

"By the way, Lord, this morning, Nancy Peters, bishop of the temple of power, came to visit and said he wanted to see his Lord."

Gujaras again!

Modrian was completely speechless, but after hearing Gregory's next words, his eyes flashed a cold light and said coldly: "it seems that the power temple has a great momentum in the territory, and even my whereabouts can be detected."

"Go back and see the so-called power temple and see what it is."