League of Legends Invades Another World

The luxurious banquet was still in a tepid atmosphere. The elegant nobles smiled at the active young people in the middle of the dance floor. They were waiting for the formal start of the banquet. Everyone was in their own circle, at least until the end of the banquet.

"Baron Emerson, I heard that the second son of the Peres family was also invited to this banquet. Don't you want to see him?" an old nobleman raised his glass to Baron Emerson and gently shook the liquid in the glass, reflecting the mottled magic light.

Nobles and nobles are always full of interest disputes, and the banquet place is where these people "communicate" with each other, especially the court nobles.

When Baron Emerson heard the speech, he turned his head slightly, looked at the old man on his side, and said in a disdainful tone: "Oh, Lord Whitley, when will you care about me?"

Then he walked slowly to Lord Whitley and looked down at the wall grass that was leaning towards the meritorious noble recently. His gloomy eyes made Lord Whitley tremble slightly.

"The banquet hasn't officially started yet. How can a wonderful performance come out in advance!" Emerson said softly. He wanted to stretch out his right hand and pat the old man's face, but when he saw the wrinkled face, the disgust in his eyes flashed away.

"Hehe, I don't know when more and more people began to ignore the influence of the Jeffrey family in the northern part of the kingdom. Did the golden shield and interests destroy your brain?" Baron Emerson looked around at the court nobles gathering around. He looked carefully one by one, and most people couldn't help lowering their heads.

"I think you should make a choice tonight. Think carefully. Once you make a wrong choice, the result is unbearable."

Court nobles, also known as position nobles, usually obtain titles because they hold certain positions in the city or are recommended by formal nobles. Generally, they are lords, and the outstanding are barons. Of course, they will also obtain higher titles under special circumstances.

In the express law of stoke Kingdom, the court nobles can enjoy the special rights of nobles in law, but their power to choose the fief is far behind the blood nobles and meritorious nobles. Especially in today's peaceful environment, they almost lose the power to obtain the fief.

In the box on the second floor of the main banquet hall, two nobles, old and young, were watching a farce over Baron Emerson. Yes, it was just a farce for them.

"Your Highness, you left the gate of sorrow to relax this time, but you attracted a lot of people's attention. Several Highnesses over there are asking for your news." count Raphael smiled faintly, his carefully managed silver gray hair fell on his shoulders, and his old face could not resist the ruthless years. Only his dark eyes were still bright.

"Those clowns? Hehe, don't care." the gray cloak covered the body, but the disdain in the words echoed in the box. The figure called his Highness the great prince slowly turned around and stared at the count Raphael in front of him. "Uncle Raphael, you can consider my proposal. If you have any news, you can send someone to inform me at any time."

The fleeting blue light stabbed count Raphael's eyes. He was suddenly surprised that his Highness the great prince in front of him had made people more and more unable to see the depth, especially his strength made him feel inexplicable danger.

"Tonight's banquet will have a good show. I don't know if the Grand Prince is interested in the stage plays of the Peres family and the Jeffrey family?" count Raphael bowed his head and tidied up his golden and white expensive dress, tore aside the topic, as if he didn't want to talk too much about the so-called proposal.

The silent atmosphere suddenly came to the box. They were silent. Invisible, there seemed to be an inexplicable collision in the air, chaotic and depressed.

"Uncle Raphael's strength still hasn't retreated. He is worthy of being a knight of the older generation. It's really commendable." the gray cloak was slightly opened, revealing a trace of blue hair. A pair of white and slender palms stretched out the cloak and gently sorted out the instrument.

"The Peris family, the second son of Brooke, modrian Peris? I've heard of him. He killed the wolf robber kept by the Jeffrey family. It seems that he is still ready to open up territory in the renwal mountains?"

"Yes, it's the little guy. I didn't expect that his Highness the great prince would pay attention to him?" said count Raphael, with his hands behind his back and slightly bent down. No one saw that a ring on his right hand was covered with cracks.

"Just by chance, about a month ago, Benny sent a letter to the military headquarters stationed at the gate of sorrow, asking for permission to use the abandoned sentry in ewendell Town, which seems to be for the little guy." his highness said faintly, and his eyes easily found modrian's hidden figure in the banquet.

"Uncle Raphael, the party can almost begin, otherwise some guests will fall to the Jeffrey family. After all, the name of iron thorn still resounds in the north of the kingdom."

"Then I won't disturb your Highness the great prince. Go down to preside over the banquet first." count Raphael adjusted his collar, bowed and slowly left the box.

When -- when -- when

The heavy and long bell sounded in the main hall of the banquet. The banquet originally full of laughter suddenly quieted down. The elegant nobles looked at count Raphael walking down the stairs with a smile, the actual controller of edalas city.

"Welcome distinguished gentlemen to take the time to attend the banquet organized by the Harriman family. Thank you sincerely!" count Raphael stood on the transparent glass platform, his old face looked around, and a faint sense of dignity enveloped the banquet.

"I'm not too wordy. Tonight's party is just a simple exchange of ideas. There are no restrictions. I hope you have a good time!"

Warm applause rang out in the main hall of the banquet. Every nobleman was so gracious and generous in his attention and praise, as natural as he had practiced many times.

The luxurious banquet officially began. Servants in luxurious clothes came in orderly with food and wine. Beautiful dance music played in time. Noble young masters and ladies with different identities also gathered around their elders.

In the corner where the magic light could not shine, modrian sat at a round wooden table and calmly looked at all kinds of things in the banquet, but his eyebrows wrinkled slightly. Not long ago, he vaguely noticed that someone was peeping at him, but that feeling soon disappeared.

"Huh?" modrian looked up at him. A gentle noble figure came from a distance. Then he sat gracefully beside him and stared at his face like a poisonous snake.