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The door opened and closed, blocking the wind and rain from the palace.

This is a quiet palace, located deep in the Darkwell Manor. The lights in the palace are dim and warm, so that the old servant who walks in feels the alternating cold and heat in an instant.

He stooped and gently closed the door. The wind brought up by closing the door swayed the candle lamp, which was reflected on the pillars and reflected on the wall, casting long shadows.

The old servant walked quickly into the palace with his head lowered, but after stepping on the soft carpet, his footsteps became extremely light and soft, as if he was worried that the walking wind would disturb the shadows on the wall.

He tiptoed carefully until he reached the depths of the palace. On the nine steps, which were inlaid with gold and jade and covered with fox fur, an old man was resting with his eyes closed. The old servant gently glanced at his sleeping bed.

He turned to the maid who was fanning her face, and winked at her. A look of embarrassment appeared on the maid's face.

The old servant suddenly understood:

'It is already late at night, and the master is sleeping. As a servant, naturally he cannot be disturbed no matter what. But what is happening outside the palace is extremely urgent right now, and the master must be informed...'

At this moment, the anxious old servant was in trouble at the bottom of the steps. He could neither advance nor retreat, so he could only worry secretly.

However, maybe it was the sound of the closing door that disturbed the tranquility of the palace, or it seemed that the gentle breeze disturbed the tranquility of the dream.

This anxiety was soon resolved.

"What's wrong?" In the deep palace, an old voice slowly sounded, with a bit of age, but also with the impatience of being woken up,

But when the old servant heard this voice, he let out a long sigh of relief. He knelt down on the ground skillfully and said quickly: "Dear master, a group of traitors have broken into the manor. They are coming with great force."

The fierce force has broken through the defense of the inner garden, and is less than a kilometer away from the palace. Your loyal and brave guard leader Westin asks you to temporarily go to the underground secret passage. He will lead your loyal servants to fight until the danger is completely eliminated.

The old servant's body was very low, and even though he spoke for a long time, he still only dared to press his forehead to the floor, not daring to raise his head to meet the gaze of the old man on the steps.

"Trash!" A voice with slight anger sounded, causing the old servant's body to tremble suddenly, and his head pressed closer.

The old man on the throne slowly opened his eyes, his gray eyes filled with a bit of turbidity, but when his eyes slowly condensed, there was a vast majesty that unconsciously emanated, making the candle lights in the hall unconscious.

After shaking for a while, light and dark alternated for a while, as if there was a ghost, and then the old man scolded:

"This is Darkwill Manor, the safest place in the entire empire. It is protected by the Fist of Arcana and the guards. Where else does that idiot want me to go? Doesn't he know how shameful it is to let the Supreme Emperor of the empire escape?

One thing?!”

"I'm not going anywhere...right here! Wait for him, wait for him to eliminate the enemy and bring the heads of the traitors to my steps!"

The old man's voice was not urgent, but it had an unmistakable momentum. Although the old servant was already anxious, he only dared to kowtow and beg his master to evacuate, but was driven away with impatient waves:

"Tell him, if the fifteen arcane fists and five hundred dead soldiers cannot stop the enemy's invasion, then let them commit suicide to prove their loyalty!"

"Yes!" Seeing that the persuasion was fruitless, the old servant got up helplessly, walked backward to the door of the palace, and pushed the door open with great effort.

The heavy door made a low creaking sound. The old servant who had served his master for decades raised his eyes and looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky. Before he could sigh, in this short period of time, the sky suddenly turned cloudy and rainy.

, he saw a group of black shadows coming towards him from far to near, magnifying rapidly in front of his eyes,

"Ah!" At this moment, the old servant only had time to let out a piercing cry before he was hit head-on by a black shadow, and his voice stopped abruptly.

And the palace door was violently knocked open at this moment,

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The wind outside carried the noise into the quiet palace. The maid on the side screamed instinctively. The harsh sound made a cold light appear in the eyes of the old man sitting in the seat. However, before it had time to attack, he saw it flying upside down and crashing into it.

The shadow on the steps down————

‘That’s a person?’ Just as this thought emerged in the old man’s mind, he saw the man in black clothes dyed red raised his face with bleeding eyes, and spoke to him with the last bit of strength he had.

"Great... Commander, run... quickly...!"

This man was none other than the guard commander Westin whom he had scolded half a minute ago.

But now he was in extremely miserable condition. His black clothes were torn, and the armor under his collar collapsed into countless pieces. A broken long sword pierced his chest diagonally, nailing him to death on the bed.

On the nine steps of the carpet,

Dazzling bright red covered his body, and spread all over the steps all the way up. The nearest place where blood spattered was even in front of his seat.

The pungent smell spread, causing the old man's brows to frown unconsciously, and he looked at the gate of the palace. By the shadow of the candle inside the palace and the moonlight outside the palace,

He saw a man standing quietly at the door, with black clothes and gray hair, and dazzling gray eyes. The most eye-catching thing was the long sword in his hand, the blood-red sword body exuding a coquettish light.

Dizzy, chilling.

"Blood Blade, so Himmler has died in your hands?" The old man called out the name of this weapon in one breath, and looked at the figure that was obviously coming from a bad person, but there was no fear or panic at all.

Leaning on the high throne, calmly waiting for the answer,

He is the king of this land, the only king, and no one dares not to respond to his questions.

This was the answer that had been engraved in his soul for decades, but it was quietly broken at this moment. The old man's question was not answered.

The man outside the palace seemed not to have heard his question. After a short silence, he stepped across the threshold of the palace, stepped over the fallen old servant, and walked towards him.

He didn't stop until he stood in front of the still twitching body of the guard commander Westin, and gave him death with a backhand sword.

This scene was tantamount to provocation in the eyes of the old man! However, he was no longer a young man. He calmly ignored the blood stains that stained his boots and asked again in a deep voice:

"Why don't you speak? Do you know that in front of you is the ruler of this land and its people, the unparalleled Supreme, the commander-in-chief of the Noxus Empire! Are you not a citizen of Noxus?"

"Yes." The man finally spoke, and the reply's voice contained no emotion at all, but it made the old man's brows frown even deeper:

The other party's calm answer seemed to be without any emotion, but it aroused the old man's anger: "In that case, why didn't you kneel down and show your loyalty, but instead faced your master with the weapon given to Leiser for defense?

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The old man's gaze went from top to bottom, slowly sweeping over the opponent. He was tall, well-proportioned, silent and capable. "This must be a good soldier." Subconsciously, he made such a judgment in his heart, but soon, when he

His eyes fell on the slight tear in the front of the other party's clothes. When he saw the unobstructed black and red, his eyes instantly became sharp:

"It's the armor of the bloody elite. You...are a soldier of the empire?!"

"Answer me!" This time, the old man was no longer as lazy as before, but he sat upright suddenly, his cloudy eyes became sober, and his eyes emitted a frightening light, and his voice was more serious than ever before,

At that moment, the man being watched felt as if time had gone back to the farm ten years ago. He was a child who had made a mistake, and opposite him was an angry father.

Almost subconsciously, he wanted to lower his head, but just a moment later, the feeling disappeared as he raised his head again.

He is still him, Julian,
Chapter completed!