One conspiracy, two conspiracies, three conspiracies; a big net.
One rose, two roses, three roses; a garden.
——LeBlanc "Conspiracy"
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It took a few minutes for Aslan to finally recall the information from beginning to end in his mind.
Judging from the handwriting, it should be Mrs. Lestana's own handwriting. The style between the lines seems to be that she used her right hand that is not good at holding pens, but it may also be intentional.
Aslan recalled the background information he knew, to be precise, Swain's information about Noxus before he established the Council.
In the past, Noxus, the only ruling party, the Order, controlled everything here. Burnham Darkwill established the Order 20 years ago. He killed the leader of the Shadow Society at the time.
Adok unified the chaotic Noxian political scene and became the general.
Or, to put it another way, he was driven by LeBlanc and used the power of the Black Rose to end the chaotic Noxian political scene and sit in the position of commander-in-chief.
However, with the failure of the Ionian War, internal contradictions in Noxus gradually emerged. Supreme Commander Burnham Darkville, General Du Khal, Strategist Commander Swain, and the southern administrator
The balance of checks and balances between the four leaders of the Provincial Governor Ankaria was broken.
The accumulated conflicts gradually erupted.
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The warm current from the Conquered Sea in the South lands along the coast of the southern province. When night falls, the blood-like sunset reflects the cold iron-black walls inside and outside the Immortal Fortress like ghosts. On the green-brown streets, countless people
Clusters of lights filled the dark brown roofs, flooding the entire city.
LeBlanc looked away from the scenery outside the window, feeling dazed for a moment.
The failure of the Battle of Ionia caused the political situation in Noxus to gradually become unstable, but it also made her keenly aware that the new situation was the best opportunity to realize the Black Rose's ambitions.
As for her current incarnation, her apparent identity is that she is one of the main priests of the Black Rose and a close friend of the First Lady of the Empire, the Bloody Baroness Faris Noradi, but in fact this is just to hide her true identity.
one of the characters.
As a mysterious pale lady, she has already calculated everything, and choosing to train Aslan is a plan she has been planning since more than ten years ago.
How much say the Black Rose can gain in the new Noxus will affect the interests of the Black Rose to a certain extent. What she is worried about is how much gains such an opportunity accompanied by a huge crisis can bring her.
Previously, the entire Noxus was under the rule of Darkwill. Although the development of the Black Rose was smooth, Darkwill did not give the Black Rose the greatest say. Instead, there was a certain degree of containment. LeBlanc
Seizing the opportunity, he prepared to take the opportunity to deal with Darkwill and then support a new speaker to come to power.
In fact, the outcome of this war was within her expectations. Most of her plans were implemented normally, but the only variable was Swain.
The strategist leader did not disappear during the war, but reappeared after dormant for a period of time, which made LeBlanc sense a crisis.
Slowly making a prayer, LeBlanc closed the window amidst the crisp collision of beads, and straightened her posture in front of the mirror. Then soft brows and a full smile appeared on her face, and then she
Put on a black robe, use shadow energy to change your body and appearance, and walk out of the secret door of the room.
She walked underground for a few moments and passed through several alleys. Then she stopped in front of a small building with a dim gas lamp. She raised her hand to make a seal on the spot, then escaped into the shadows and walked to the small building.
Knocking on the door knocker, she could clearly see the eaves and corners of her mansion from here.
The place where Black Rose gathers is only across an alley from where she lives.
The old wooden door opened with a creak, and a woman also wearing a black robe with a veil and an oil lamp in her hand came out, and the light reflected her beautiful face.
"Good night, dear friend, praise the pale lady, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
"Good night, Madam Praise!" LeBlanc's disguised identity also nodded in greeting, and then she and the woman who greeted her walked in the door.
This is a small building with a very simple style, which can be seen almost everywhere in Noxus, but everything inside has a sense of old age and sedimentation, and is also slightly decadent. LeBlanc and the woman who greeted her
Go up the spiral brass staircase and come to the mirror standing in the attic.
In the mirror is her own reflection.
Wearing silk woven clothes with a deep purple color that seemed to have inexplicable power, the grace displayed by the figure was breathtaking. No one among the priests participating in the gathering could have imagined that the pale lady they worshiped was standing among them.
LeBlanc looked at her own figure in the mirror. She carefully observed her surroundings with the corner of her eye, and organized words in her mind to control her reflection in the mirror.
"Soleiana, my priest, why didn't little Cassiopeia come?"
Her words made the woman holding a lantern at the front of the team look up. She looked in the mirror and made a prayer. The expression on her face became solemn and slightly nervous, "According to your order, Cassiope
Ya’s trip to Shurima went smoothly, but the results went a little awry.”
"A slight deviation?"
"Yes, madam, there was a slight deviation in Cassiopeia's mission. Although she brought back the sacred object, it also led to very serious consequences."
"And what about my little Aslan? Lestana; I suppose you won't tell me any more bad news?"
LeBlanc controlled her reflection in the mirror and pondered for a moment, then looked at herself disguised as Lestana.
Then she hesitated slightly, then walked to the sacrifice queue with a brass lantern in hand.
"My lady, in accordance with your order, I am here today for this purpose."
The moonlight was dim, and there were several more women in black robes standing quietly in the room, holding brass lanterns.
They all have different looks, but their auras blend together very harmoniously. There are clearly five figures, but they feel like they are the same person.
The orange light exudes a dim and blurry luxury temperament in the lampposts made of brass and glass. The figures in the room reflect the winter light. The bronze and dark purple tones are always the most suitable to show nobility, luxury and power in a low-key manner.
the taste of.
In every gathering of the Black Rose, the priests always showed the most stunning side of themselves. The black lace stockings, corsets and tube tops under the ceremonial skirts made the plumpness and beauty of their bodies invisible and extremely subtle.
The level of temptation, the long legs are not covered with any extra gauze, and the white legs and flesh are dazzling under the light.
Plump | breasts | moist | buttocks, each has its own merits.
Coupled with the lanterns they held in their hands and the black gauze robes that shrouded them, the gathering became even more enchanting.
LeBlanc held the lamp and bowed forward, and all the other priests looked at her. Of course they knew what Aslan represented to the lady, and they also knew the important reason why the pale lady was so concerned.
After all, ever since this child was born, the lady’s concerned gaze has never stopped. This chapter has been completed!