House Modran

"Hm? They're leaving?" Roland, who had been slumped in his chair with nothing to do, immediately sat upright when he heard that the delegation was about to depart.

"Yes. Lord Adrahil will soon come to visit you and bid you farewell!" Yun Feng nodded.

"Tch!" Roland calculated it in his head. The delegation from House Amroth had indeed been here for a long time. It was about time for them to leave.

"Have you been comfortable during your stay, my lord? Lagrange's beds may not be as soft and comfortable as those in southern Gondor!" Roland joked with a smile, concealing a jab at those southern nobles who did nothing but eat, drink, and wait for death.

"Hahaha! Not bad. Though your kingdom is young, it can absolutely be called prosperous and strong! Compared to this place, Gondor..." Adrahil shrugged at that point. Compared with the busy nobles here, most Gondorian nobles had practically lived their lives like dogs. Although most of them were busier than Lagrange's nobles, what kept them busy was usually banquets or women's bellies...

"Leave it to time! Time will prove everything!" Roland nodded with a smile. Time would decide it all. In the end, Gondor still needed to be torn down before it could be rebuilt.

"I hope so." Adrahil slowly shook his head.

"They've left!" Yun Feng stood atop the city wall, watching Adrahil's group disappear into the distance as he spoke to Roland.

"I'm not concerned about them right now. What I care about is where House Modran is. Did Omsk's people manage to meet up with them?" Roland narrowed his eyes at the sky.

House Modran was a noble family Roland had just received from the system's sign-in reward. Unlike the other nobles, this family was described as possessing its