League of Legends Invades Another World

The uninvited strange nobleman put his hands on the log table, with a cold look on his white and feminine face. His light green eyes looked straight at modrian, with an inexplicable hostility, and then gently said, "long time no see, modrian Peris. Who would have thought that the little guy who left Peris castle had caused a lot of trouble!"

Half narrowing his eyes, modrian looked at the strange feminine figure in front of him. He couldn't help but jump out an image in his mind. What should come still came and couldn't hide. Finally, he said slowly: "Baron Emerson? It's a pleasure to see you here!"

"Hahaha, I'm also honored to meet you, 'pioneering Knight' modrian. I heard that there will be a special performance at the banquet tonight. I don't know if you are interested in participating?" Baron Emerson said carelessly, but his eyes like poisonous snakes were always staring at modrian's face.

"I'm sorry, Baron Emerson, I'm not well enough to participate in too intense activities!" modrian refused directly, regardless of the identity of the person in front of me.

"No, no, no, since you killed the glorious Knight Ferdinand in the wilderness plain, you can't stay out of it," said Baron Emerson, shaking his head, with a gentle smile on his calm cheek, how elegant.

"Waiter, have a glass of ice and snow flame." Baron Emerson pointed and nodded to the waiter walking not far away.

"Baron, this is the ice and snow flame you want." the waiter quickly came over and handed over a glass of ice blue wine. His figure left here in a hurry.

Baron Emerson took a sip from a transparent glass wine glass, and his tone suddenly became cold and cold: "what's more, you were killing wolves and jackdaws later. Didn't the people behind you tell you that it was the power of the Jeffrey family?"

Modrian frowned after hearing the speech, suppressed his inner anger and calmly told him the facts: "others want to kill you. Can't you fight back?"

"Well, it's very good. It seems that the power that Brooke secretly gave you has completely freed you from your introverted and shy appearance at Peris castle." Baron Emerson clapped his hands and said, without a smile on his soft face.

"So now the situation has become a war between the Peris family and the Jeffrey family, and you are one of the protagonists in the stage play. This is because your brother cadil has not won 'Glory'!"

Baron Emerson turned and looked at the laughing nobles at the banquet. Their eyes would be here from time to time, waiting for the results in this corner.

Modrian was silent. He vaguely understood the meaning of Baron Emerson in front of him. It seemed that everyone misunderstood that the Knights of the Knox Empire were the power given to him by his father Viscount Brooke, and what he did also made people mistakenly think that the Peris family was fighting back against the Jeffrey family's interference in their choice of heirs.

It's funny, but modrian can't expose it, but he can't figure out why his father Viscount Brooke didn't stand up after these wrong things happened? It's not like the harsh father in his predecessor's memory.

"Baron Emerson, I feel a little unwell suddenly, so I'll get back first." modrian stood up and prepared to leave the main banquet hall. He found that he shouldn't have come to edalas to attend the so-called noble party, although he got some things and results he wanted.

"Ha!? you're leaving. Don't you know the meaning of the Peres family name on your shoulders?" Baron Emerson looked at modrian in amazement. He didn't understand the current situation. The man in front really didn't care about the glory of the Peres family in the north of the kingdom?

Noble glory? Dignity? And what does a surname mean?

Modrian dismisses this. Now he is so weak, why should he ask for the glory of the Peres family? He is just an abandoned person of the family.

Just when modrian wanted to leave, he noticed that many eyes were watching here in the main banquet hall, including Baron Benny and count Raphael, and even the peeping eyes were staring at him again.

"The name of the Peres family!" modrian stopped slowly. He remembered what Baron Benny said before the banquet. The name of the Peres family had a special influence in the northern part of the Kingdom, and recalled all the things that happened after he came to the northern part of the kingdom.

Would he have reached the town of ewendell so easily without the identity of the second son of the Peris family? Will he get the right to use the abandoned sentry post? Can tunwobao be established safely?

In the express law of stoke Kingdom, the special right of aristocracy is much higher than that of civilians and businessmen, not to mention the second son of a powerful viscount.

"It's really a dirty guy!" modrian's heart was full of helplessness. He looked down at Baron Emerson's feminine face, and the color of disgust in his eyes was undisguised. If he left here today, he believed that the later things would be worse. No, it might be more troublesome than expected.

"What do you want to do? Lord Emerson!"

"Me? It's not what I want to do, but such a noble banquet. Shouldn't there be a wonderful stage play? For example, the duel between two knights." Baron Emerson also stood up and looked at modrian.

"Knight? I'm sorry, Baron Emerson. My talent is mediocre and I haven't become a knight yet!" modrian retorted. Then he realized what Baron Emerson meant. Is this testing the strength of my subordinates?

"Of course it's not you. How can the noble end in person? I have a vassal knight who admires the guy who killed the Jackdaw. It happens that I also know the guy who came to the party with you. I don't know if I can..." Baron Emerson didn't say anything. He was waiting for modrian's reply.

"Gregory!" modrian restrained his eccentric mind. It seems that many people misunderstood something, but there are still many things he doesn't understand. How can the killing he caused be simply determined by a knight's battle.

Obviously impossible, but what's the meaning behind it? Modrian doesn't know, and he won't expect the dirty guy in front of him to tell him.

"Yes!" modrian promised. Since he was confused, he would use the final facts to prove something, and he also believed in Gregory's strength.

"Well, I'm beginning to appreciate your character. Maybe your performance at Peris castle was an illusion and your acting skills were good," said Baron Emerson. "Come on, I don't think count Raphael will cheaply refuse to provide us with a place for a knight duel."

"No, just here. Isn't the elegant banquet hall and gorgeous stage play a perfect match?" modrian provoked. Since he has torn his face, why continue to pretend? He believes that other nobles in the main banquet hall will look forward to the painting of the duel.