Chapter 163

Loneliness is the process of finding yourself.

Friend, two ordinary words form not simple words, but they can interrupt the boring and lonely process for you.

Modrian has not talked so freely for a long time. In Valoran, he is the Supreme Lord. He is accompanied by loneliness and loneliness. Occasionally getting along with heroes is a part of relaxed time.

The conversation with Lambert relaxed his lonely state of mind slightly. Some interesting news will cause a heartfelt smile, break the sense of interval of two years and return to the feeling of once calm.

Interests? Or seek?

Modrian doesn't think about things with a dark mind. At least when he was in trouble, Lambert can still visit tunwobao and leave a lot of warnings.

The pleasant conversation in the corner also attracted the attention of most nobles at the banquet. They were peeping here in a more careful way.

One is a newly rising real aristocrat in the northern part of the Kingdom, whose iron and blood prestige intimidates many forces. The other is the heir of the Harriman family. He has not been forgotten for two years, but he is prominent in the kingdom because of his Harriman surname.

The dark tide, which had been surging slightly, stagnated in this sudden conversation. If they had the support of the Harriman family, their actions to seek benefits seemed a little ridiculous.

In the north of such a big Kingdom, in addition to sadness, even the Jeffrey family can't ignore the voice of the Harriman family, let alone the so-called "top" nobles attached to the city of edalas. Some fools deceive themselves and others

"Good day, Baron modrian."

At the moment of drinking, the white haired Butler atley approached silently, his wrinkled face with a gentle smile, and his tone was sincerely happy.

"Nice to meet you." modrian got up to greet him, nodded and smiled. In recent years, in his contact with the interests of the Harriman family, he noticed that the particularity of the Butler atley was far from as common as the old butler.

The old man with white hair nodded slightly and bowed to show his respect. "Count Raphael, please, sir modrian, please move away from the hall."

On hearing the speech, modrian's eyebrows were slightly raised and a very formal invitation. It seems that this banquet is purposeful, but I don't know whether it is related to the rumor of Limon Tanlu. (limontanlu, the capital of the kingdom of stoke.)

"It's a great honor!" modrian got up and left the dark corner. Bobby and gulagas also noticed the change of the atmosphere and never left modrian's side.

Butler atley maintained the standard aristocratic etiquette, slightly lowered his eyes, glanced at everything in front of him, but did not stop it. This is the privilege of the strong. In tonight's banquet, modrian is one of the few people with privilege.

"Master Lambert, master Raphael also asked you to go there. You should get in touch with something now," Butler atley said finally before leaving.

Entering the climax of the banquet, I stopped when I saw people coming out of the dark corner one after another.

The slightly agitated atmosphere was like cold water. There was a moment of silence, and soon bursts of noise covered the beautiful dance music.

Many nobles were suddenly embarrassed when they saw the scene in front of them. They could not provoke the Harriman family. The controller of edalas city that had not changed for hundreds of years was more terrible than the newly rising little guy.

No matter how interests move people's hearts, they can't compare with the beauty of life.

For the unexpected situation at this moment, modrian knows nothing about it. Even if he knows it, he will not care about these clowns. The power of the group is indeed huge, but it is easier to collapse in the face of stronger and more powerful forces.

And the power he now uses is enough to ignore the limited framework of the northern part of the kingdom.

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The side hall is an elegant box on the second floor of the main banquet hall. The carefully engraved Rune array is dotted with the wall cloth, which has two different effects of isolation and protection.

"Baron modrian, master Lambert, please come in!"

Butler atley opened the door, turned and looked at the people behind him, and said, his eyes resting slightly on the bodies of Bobby and gulagas.

Modrian understood and motioned them to wait outside, just separated by a wall. He didn't believe it would embarrass the two restless guys.

When modrian and Lambert entered, Butler atley closed the door and stood alone outside the box, like a solidified statue.

Bobby and gulagas, on the other hand, leaned on the wall and stared at each other.

"Count Raphael, viscount Rockefeller, and Lambert, the core figures of the Harriman family are all here."

Modrian looked around the room and sighed alone. There was no good banquet. He fell into a trap this time. (Viscount Rockefeller, the first successive of the Harriman family, met several times and was Lambert's father.)

At the climax of the party, I was invited grandly. Is this going to impose something on me? Or is the purpose of this banquet for this meeting?

"And the guy in the gray cloak."

When modrian walked to the conference table, the remaining light in the corner of his eyes glanced at the figure who had not moved. He thought silently in his mind. He remembered Uncle Benny's warning.

Nobles always take interests as the core. Now the Harriman family has so formally invited him, which shows that the meeting is certainly not simple. As for Lambert, the outstanding heir of the Harriman family, suddenly came back, which is obviously what count Raphael meant.

"Count Raphael, how are you!" said mordrian, pausing at the conference table and leaning slightly, "how are you, viscount Rockefeller."

Then he looked at the last figure covered by a gray cloak and paused, as if he didn't know what to call.

The quiet atmosphere shrouded, and the air seemed to solidify.

Count Raphael held up his glass, his silver white hair fell in front of him, and his turbid eyes always looked at everything in front of him.

Two people with similar fate met at this moment.

"Guy Craig vallant, nice to meet you, Baron modrian!" his white and slender palm raised his gray cloak, his blue hair spread out, showed an angular face, and his deep eyes looked at modrian.

The expression of amazement appeared on his face, and the storm surged in modrian's heart. The name of the person in front of him could not help but remind people of Pianpian.

Wallant, the surname of the royal family of the stoke kingdom.

Craig, the Christian name given by the legendary name, has a very close relationship with the owner.

Am I completely pulled into the water? Modrian expected that the banquet would not be very simple, but he didn't expect it to be so terrible.

The battle of kingship!

What he had tried to avoid was involved at the moment and witnessed by many aristocratic forces at the banquet.