League of Legends Invades Another World

Chapter 40: Iron Thorns Cavalry Legion　　 Looking at the brown-haired youth who walked into the meeting hall, Modri ​​was relieved that he was the eldest grandson of Count Raphael, Lambert Betty Harriman, a former genius knight.

　　 ”Thank you for your reminder last time, Mr. Lambert.” Modrian stood up and said with a smile, his tone full of gratitude.

With a casual wave of his hand, Lambert sat on the wooden chair recklessly, with a trace of interest on his face, and said: ”I didn’t expect that the abandoned sentry post was developed well by you. It seems that Viscount Brooke treated you well, at least better than the rumors. Is much better.”

　　 ”Perhaps!” Modrian shrugged his shoulders without explaining anything, and sat back in the main seat, then stared at Lambert’s face, waiting for the reason for his arrival.

　　 ”Don’t look at me like that, this visit is just a whim.” Lambert squinted his eyes halfway, pretending to be indifferent, but he was surprised inside.

　　When he first explored Fort Worth, he was completely attracted by the different styles of architecture here. The narrow and claustrophobic streets, the oppressive and superior defensive high-rise buildings, make this a fortress completely fortified.

　　 Not only the construction, but also the soldiers responsible for guarding and patrolling. Judging from their fearless aura and cold, bloodthirsty eyes, they all tell that they are a group of extremely elite soldiers.

　　 Based on what he saw and heard, Lambert subconsciously thought: It seems that everyone underestimated this guy, the second son of the Perris family.

　　 ”Is there news about the Jeffrey family?” Modrian was quite straightforward, discarding the so-called noble manners, and said straightforwardly.

”Haha, it seems that you still know yourself well. After the remarks of that night’s banquet went out, the Jeffrey family has made a lot of small movements recently.” Lambert laughed openly, then straightened his body and looked directly at Modrian’s. Said the eyes.

　　 ”According to reliable sources, the Jeffrey family dispatched the Iron Thorns Cavalry Corps this time, and it has a cavalry regiment led by the Great Knight.”

”From the perspective of their route, the target is basically the town of Irvingdale. I think you should know what this means. You and your subordinates will become the stepping stones of the Iron Thorns Cavalry Corps to deter the northern part of the kingdom. Aristocratic power.”

　　 Modrian frowned when he heard this. Is this killing the chicken and the monkey? Then he said in a cold and deep voice: ”Do you know how many people are in the Iron Thorns Cavalry Corps on this trip? Or how many people are there in the Great Knights?”

”Sorry, the sentries along the way can only get the approximate number of the Iron Thorns Cavalry Corps this time. The official cavalry is between 300-500, and the knight servants are between 500-600.” Lambert looked up and glanced at his face. The heavy Modrian said unceremoniously.

　　 ”Why, are you still going to resist? I suggest you still prepare to leave the northern part of the kingdom, this is no longer a place where you can stay.”

　　 Modrian laughed silently, his white face filled with smiles, but the smile on his face didn’t have a hint of temperature and was full of coldness.

　　 ”Since I left Perris Castle, there have been many people who wanted to make me disappear completely, but unfortunately, I am still alive and well, and those people are missing.”

”Perhaps, it was only once. I have said everything, hope you can grasp the time.” Lambert glanced sympathetically at Modrian, this is a very crazy guy, it is a pity, facing the iron The Thorns Cavalry Legion will eventually usher in destruction.

　　 Modrian looked at Lambert, who was about to get up and leave. He had a good impression of this noble young master. It was not clear why the other party would help him one after another. Are the Harriman family and the Jeffrey family in different noble camps?

　　Or it could be said that he simply didn’t deal with Kadir, so he wanted to give Modrian a little help, to disgust Kadir.

　　 In short, Modrian has received a lot of favors from Lambert.

　　 ”A momentary failure does not mean a lifetime failure. I don’t know why you became the way you are now. At least it does not conform to the pride of a genius knight!”

Modrian thought carefully. He had heard of Lambert’s name when he was in Perris Castle, but after he was defeated by his brother Kadir, he seemed to have disappeared completely in the Kingdom of Stoke. Less than the name of a genius knight.

　　 ”Have you ever experienced the taste of failure? The feeling of falling from the cloud to the bottom, and the silent ridicule around.” Lambert stopped, and a low voice sounded, seeming to suppress inexplicable emotions, unlike the previous image of dude.

　　 ”Of course, that kind of taste will really make you feel broken!” Modrian nodded and said, in his previous life, he had dealt with many such mentality problems.

　　 ”There is a hero...or a predecessor once said a word, um, I feel pretty good, I would like to give you a little thanks.”

　　 ”I have set foot on the top of the mountain, and I have also fallen into the bottom. Both have benefited me a lot.” Modrian tried his best to imitate Tariq’s tone, trying to be similar.

　　 After Lambert heard this, he stood there, speechless for a long time, and finally he turned his back to Modrian, waved his hand, and left the conference hall quite coolly, leaving a word of thanks.

”thanks!”

　　 Standing at the gate of the main fort, watching the disappearing back, Modrian laughed, the gentle smile dispelled the original coldness.

The cold wind blows through, and Modrian subconsciously raises his head to look up at the sky. I don’t know when, the blue sky is filled with clouds, cutting off most of the light. Occasionally, from the lack of clouds, I can vaguely see the crimson sun in winter, and then in the extreme. In a short period of time ~www.NovelMTL.com~ was again covered by clouds.

　　 ”Is it going to snow?”

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Digging on the bluestone road halfway outside Fort Worth, a gorgeous carriage engraved with golden leaves is slowly driving, surrounded by dozens of guard knights, silver-white armor with sharp lances, if there is no life energy The breath is pervasive.

　　 Lambert sitting in the carriage seemed to be in a trance. His handsome face would show melancholy smiles from time to time, with bitterness, self-blame, and more regret.

　　 ”Master Lambert, are you okay?” the old butler beside him asked concerned.

　　 ”Me? I’m fine.” Lambert shook his head, but his expression was still a little trance. ”Grandpa Atley, you said that during my decadent time, were my grandfather and father disappointed in me?”

　　 The gray-haired butler Atley smiled kindly. He didn’t know why Master Lambert said that, but obviously, this whim visit made him try to get out of the hazy memories.

　　 ”No, the master and the young master still look forward to you very much, otherwise they will not allow you to play like this.”

”Really? It seems that I have to keep working hard. I will get back what I once lost.” Lambert said firmly, as if remembering something, he turned his head and looked in the direction of Fort Divau, through the carriage window. In the gap, the sleeping black fortress can be vaguely seen.

　　 ”If you don’t work hard, people who looked down on before will start chasing in my footsteps.”

　　 In the previous meeting, Lambert clearly sensed the life energy in Modrian’s body, indicating that the other party had already stepped into the realm of knights.

　　 Hope that when I see you again, it won’t be in front of your loess grave.