Chapter 165

"In that case, I choose... Happy cooperation!"

Under the bright smile, there is a helpless heart.

In fact, modrian didn't have much choice. When he stepped into the room, he was doomed to something.

The release of system tasks forced him to be involved in the struggle for kingship.

"Wise choice." guy nodded gently and said in a deep voice. Modrian's look changed his eyes. Although he didn't know what made the other party change his mind, this commitment was not in vain.

Relatively speaking, what he valued was not modrian himself (strength), but the man who stood behind the scenes and defeated the terrorist power of the divine consciousness.

"Rotten Kingdom, it's time for change, and I will live up to expectations!"

"Of course, I believe in the strength of his highness guy, but......" modrian paused slightly, glanced at count Raphael and Viscount Rockefeller, and said indifferently.

"Just appropriate 'help' seems to show that both of us are not sincere enough?"

The dark blue light flashed away, and guy fixed his eyes on modrian, waiting for a price? This is not in line with the real style of an aristocrat, but has a similar copper smell to the merchant of Philistines.

"What do you want?"

Modrian took a rather unexpected look at guy. He was worthy of being the favored son of heaven. He made a choice between words, or it seemed that something unexpected would happen in the struggle for kingship.

"The request is very simple and easy for you. I need gold shields and magic items. The development of Valoran collar is almost hollowing out my family. I want more." in order to make them more convinced, modrian showed his greedy look at the right time.

This layout makes modrian see the hypocrisy of the nobility. Everyone is pursuing their own interests and ensuring enough room for retreat.

"On the contrary, I am willing to send enough strength to deal with special situations for his highness guy."

Since you have been involved in this vortex, why not strive for greater interests for yourself? Even to increase their own details.

Modrian is well aware of the current situation. The Harriman family and his Highness the great prince value the strong men under his command and are elite heavy cavalry that can be called trumps. As for the specific intention, it is not clear.

The silent atmosphere swirled around the room, and the dim magic lamp light could not be extinguished, scattering silent brilliance.

Guy silently turned his head and looked at count Raphael. They looked at each other. It was expected that they were not fools. Who would fall into the vortex of kingship without desire. Now modrian's request was eliminating their mistrust. Finally, they nodded slightly at the same time.

"Within three days, we will send enough 'sincerity' to tunwobao. I hope you can abide by your promise."

"Don't worry, I swear in the name of Valoran, I will stick to the commitments of both sides." modrian nodded slightly. In this treacherous exchange, it's hard to say who makes who loses. The game hasn't started yet, and everything is still unknown.

Now what he has to do is to accumulate enough strength to deal with the rising vortex of kingship.

"Then I won't bother you. The food and liquor at the party are good. I haven't tasted enough."

The once favorable impression of Harriman Castle disappeared at this moment. Perhaps this is the cruelty of reality. It will let you always remember profound lessons.

Modrian put on a mask of false smile and slowly left the room. Then ignoring the Butler attley who bowed to meet him at the door, modrian took Bobby and gulagas down the stairs.

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The gray cloak covered his figure again. Guy stood up from the wooden chair and looked at count Raphael in front of him.

"It's time for me to go back, uncle Raphael. I'll trouble you with the rest."

Count Raphael looked down at the red wine in the goblet, reflecting an old face full of traces of years. His carefully taken care of silver gray hair fell on his shoulders, and only his dark eyes were still bright.

"Fate has put us together. No one will be careless at the moment."

"Just don't forget your promise."

"I won't forget it," guy said with a smile. A faint dark blue light emerged, shrouded in a gray figure from bottom to top, disillusioned, and then slowly dispersed in the dim light as if it had never appeared.

Red wine rippled and splashed a few drops on the wrinkled skin. The red and clean dress was like bright blood full of life.

"It's a pity," said count Raphael suddenly. He didn't know whether he was regretting the spilled red wine or something important.

"Father, I don't understand. What do you want to give up modrian?" Rockefeller said, his low voice full of confusion.

The family's investment in modrian has never stopped. Valoran's leadership can reach the present level, without the support of Harriman castle, so as to attract the attention of many aristocratic forces.

"No, I didn't give up modrian. On the contrary, I'm still optimistic about his potential." count Raphael looked away from the goblet and quietly watched modrian reappear at the banquet.

"The stage here is too small. He should set foot on a more wonderful stage."

"Now, the struggle for kingship is the best stage."

Count Raphael certainly knew how disappointing his performance was, but this was the meaning of his performance. He was too old to know when he would return to the embrace of death.

And he doesn't want this investment. No, it shouldn't be said to be an investment now. It should be said that he is gambling. He is gambling on what step modrian can take in the future to pave the way for the future Harriman family.

If the gambling is successful, Lambert may also lead the Harriman family to a higher level. As for the result of failure, no one will dare to liquidate the Harriman family when he is still alive.

So he left the future to Lambert, a talented successor who won't let him down.

(the reason why some noble families can last for thousands of years is the result of the efforts of countless generations. Not only a person with outstanding talent can become a millennium noble.)

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The luxurious banquet is still in a tepid atmosphere. The elegant nobles are forced to smile. What they expected in advance did not happen at the banquet. It seems that there are some unknowing accidents, but the time of the banquet is not over yet. They can only exchange their own information around the dance floor in detail.

Unconsciously, modrian quietly stepped out of the banquet and came to Harriman castle. He quietly relied on the cold wall and let the cold winter wind blow his face.

"Sorry, I didn't know this would happen. Grandpa and father didn't talk to me in advance." Lambert stood behind him with an embarrassed look and explained what had just happened.

"Don't feel sorry, I understand very well, it's not your fault." the cold wind sobered modrian a little, and the restless anger was gradually calming down. He was suppressing them, preventing the outbreak of emotions, and left them to chew slowly in the future.

"Sooner or later, we will face the cruelty of reality. It's better to come so suddenly than let the reality imperceptibly change us. At least we will try to change the established cruel fate."

"As you said, the stage of the world is very big. I don't want to stop in this cold place. Maybe the things we face this time will make us grow faster."

Modrian turned to Lambert. The use of the Harriman family really made him angry, but when he calmed down, he found some doubts.

future? Fate? Kingship? Change?

Perhaps there will be interesting things in this dispute of kingship!