Chapter 270

After leaving edalas, the journey turned around. In his spare time before the storm, modrian took Sophia on a walk and tour to make up for the completely disrupted trip.

The desolate North has changed a lot. There were no people in the past. Up to now, some relocated and newly built villages have been scattered, and the number of business travelers and mercenaries walking along chidao has also increased. However, these slightly prosperous scenes will remain after the storm.

Da Da! Da Da!

Straight blue stone road, luxurious carriage, modrian has already put away his cloak, and the trip to edalas has been fruitful. He knows not only the choice of the Kingdom, but also the storm environment in the north, oh, and a piece of news about himself.

Riding slowly, he looked at the town of ewendell not far away. The traffic was still crowded, but most of them were wandering mercenaries and some adventurers. They smelled the smell of war.

The former trade and business trips have been increasingly reduced, and occasionally we can see gentlemen and millionaires with families. Those who are sensitive to the news seem to have noticed that there is something wrong with the situation in the kingdom.

Prosperity makes the people suffer; Death, the people suffer!

This old proverb from previous generations also applies to this kingdom that is about to be chaotic.

The sweet cry sounded in his ears, and modrian turned to look at the sky blue bluebird on his shoulder. His blue eyes reflected the scene in the town of irvindale.

significant!

Which force came to Valoran? Modrian gazed with interest at the surrounded garrison mansion. The flying flag painted violet flowers blooming on the blood, shining and eye-catching.

The varantes!?

Immediately, he reacted and smiled. There were really people with interests in the sad door. Did he want to make a fortune before the storm swept through?

"Lord," said Congreve, looking respectfully at modrian in front of the town of ewendell, wearing elite armor and carrying a huge axe.

He had seen this luxurious motorcade a long time ago, as well as the protective formation at the end, the sharp armored and bloody Knights of Knox.

"Lord Cooper is guarding the official residence to receive guests from the sad gate. Do you want to go there?"

Modrian raised his eyebrows when he heard the speech. If so, are you the guest of the sad door? Immediately, he turned to Tyana on his side and arranged, "please send Sophia back first. I have to deal with some things here."

"Yes, Lord," said Tiana, bowing slightly, then turned her horse and led the motorcade to the road leading to tunwobao until the figure disappeared.

"Come on, let's go and have a look." modrian took the lead in entering the town of ewendell, followed by Zhao Xin and the soldiers of the fearless vanguard Corps.

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The garrison official residence is located in the center of the town of irvindale. It is about four feet high with grey bricks and green tiles. The dark grey walls bear the sunshine and reflect the pale brilliance. It looks quite solemn and dignified as a whole.

At this time, in the conference hall on the third floor, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe stood at the window curtain, looked down on the bustling street, and whispered, "it's very good. I didn't expect that there was such a prosperous trade zone in the North except edalas."

"It's just a pity. I don't know if it can survive the coming storm."

After a few exclamations, the middle-aged man in brocade looked sideways at the sergeant standing not far away, smiled and said, "that... Who... Oh, his name is Cooper, right?"

"Have you informed Baron modrian? My time is a little precious. If I don't come again, I have to go to trentworth and invite him in person. I hope you won't mind."

It's just a northern baron. Others may not know modrian's identity, but as a king's party, he knows that modrian is not in the king's party camp at all, and even offended two king's leaders: Duke dakama and count Raphael.

Therefore, it is the people behind him who want to take the benefits that should belong to the sad door before the storm comes. Even if they have the followers of the Knight Chief, no one can stop them in the face of the established fate. The king's party is about to rise in the kingdom. The blood aristocrats who occupy countless resources will become history, and the meritorious aristocrats who do nothing should also be sent to the front line.

Cooper frowned gently and looked at the elite soldiers standing in the conference hall, the garrison Legion from the sad gate, and the hypocritical middle-aged man in brocade. He was helpless.

"Sorry, Lord, you are busy and may not be able to come. If you have anything to do, you can tell me first and I can give you feedback..."

"You!!?" the middle-aged man in the brocade robe directly interrupted Cooper's words, his face was gloomy, his dark eyes showed a cold light, and His Majesty was like a prison, which fiercely oppressed the ignorant man.

"I'm looking for Baron modrian. What's the use of your garrison function?"

Huh? Great Knight! After Cooper felt the surging life energy, his face changed slightly and then returned to normal. It seems that the Lord from the gate of sorrow has not inquired about the situation of ewendell town. How dare a great knight be so presumptuous!?

For countless days and nights, Cooper was glad of his choice. As the garrison officer of irvindale Town, he was well aware of the hidden terrorist strength of Valoran.

A dark shadow filled the conference hall, quietly, and finally stagnated at the feet of all elite soldiers.

"I'm sorry, Lord, business......"

Creak!

Modry came in as if installing a mold. He didn't mention that he had been listening at the door for a long time. Pointing to the middle-aged man in the brocade robe, he asked Cooper, "which guy is who?"

"He only said he was a guest from the gate of sorrow, without identifying himself," Cooper said, lowering his head respectfully and bowing slightly.

"So, a man who doesn't know his identity just stands here and slanders?" modrian didn't look at the middle-aged man in brocade robe since he entered the door. Since the other party didn't put his guest's identity right, he didn't have to give the other party any face.

"It's my fault. Next time I'll..." Cooper said apologetically.

"I'm the centurion of the first regiment of the gate of sorrow in the cold winter, Lord Baz. Nice to meet you, Baron modrian." Lord Baz interrupted Cooper again, looking calm and aggravating modrian's title in his tone, as if reminding something.

"Remember, don't let any unidentified people in next time. This is the administrative center of irvindale town and the most important place in irvindale town." modrian reminded that Cooper was the first cavalry to follow him. He attached great importance to it, but the experience of the past 30 years or more still affected Cooper's vision and judgment.

"I'm the centurion of the first regiment of the gate of sorrow in the cold winter, Lord Baz. Nice to meet you, Baron modrian." Lord Baz repeated again, but his face was slightly ferocious and his fierce eyes were staring at modrian.

"Well, I hear you, don't be so loud!" modrian waved his hand indifferently and said calmly. "So what's the matter with Lord Bartz's coming this time?"

"To save your life!"

Lord Bartz resisted his anger, stared at the hypocritical face and said in a deep voice. He wanted to see the other party's panic and cry after hearing the news.