In the gladiatorial arena of Noxus, there is a profession called "Reckoner".
They fought each other in the arena, testing their strength with blood as stakes, but no one was as popular as Draven for his fancy skills.
——"Valoran Chronicles: Noxus, The Reckoner"
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Coming out of another door that looked more like an antique store, LeBlanc put her hands on her lower abdomen, folded herself under the black gauze robe and walked quietly in the night.
The night view of Noxus was far less bright and lively than Bilgewater. The night fog completely shrouded the city, rendering all the scenery silent and solemn. She walked alone in the dark alley, as if she was rushing towards the light without hesitation.
of moths.
Among the new generation of Noxus, among all the young people trained by the Black Rose, Aslan is undoubtedly the best, and his future is destined to be limitless.
And what about herself?
Thinking of this, LeBlanc had some doubts about whether her act as unbridled and bold as a moth was right or wrong.
However, she immediately thought of Aslan's other identity.
He is the son of Southern Governor Ancaria, just as Black Rose could manipulate Darkwill into power in the past.
Since Black Rose can make Darkwill the leader of the Order of Noxus, why can't Aslan, whom she trained, become the leader of the entire Noxus!
This sudden idea came to LeBlanc. She felt that it was too crazy to think like this, but it did have some possibility.
Thinking of this, thinking of some possibility, her heart beat violently uncontrollably.
The nobles of Noxus, or most Noxians, look down upon the most cowardly behavior of those who like to use intrigues. At the same time, the Noxians look down upon their opponents who can use intrigues and tricks.
The lady remains highly vigilant, but does not exclude herself from using these methods.
Everyone is eager to get the attention or help of the black rose, but everyone is afraid of the black rose. They hate it and hate it, but they still have to use it.
Now that she has such a plan, LeBlanc also understands that she will care more about Aslan in the future. This child already has the expected value, so her future focus will also change.
She returned to the room again along the secret passage. When she walked out again, she had changed her clothes and her face had returned to its previous calmness and elegance. However, the sudden appearance of the winter eagle on the balcony outside the room window made her heartache.
I was immediately filled with excitement and joy.
Her Aslan is back?!
In order to once again confirm the authenticity of the news, LeBlanc held back her intense heartbeat, ran over quickly with her skirt in hand, and then slowly opened the letter full of neat words from the talons of the winter eagle, word by word.
I looked at it for fear of missing some information.
Soon, her suspicion was confirmed, her Aslan had returned.
We'll arrive in Noxus soon.
LeBlanc's mind was on the verge of paralysis in an instant, and all the worries and fears in her heart were instantly filled with joy!
"Oh my God! My little Aslan, my beloved Aslan, the little kitten I watched grow up, the Aslan who makes me wander in the night with sadness, is finally coming back..."
As if she thought of something, she hurriedly whispered a few words to the winter eagle. The incantation she said made the somewhat intelligent blue-crowned winter eagle glance at the happy mandarin and the human woman with trembling flesh, and revealed a look.
With a speechless look, he fluttered his wings and flew away.
I really don’t know what this human woman is doing hiding so much meat on her chest without eating it.
waste!
The Winter Eagle was very fast and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye. LeBlanc stood at the window and watched for a while, then as if she remembered something, she quickly walked out of her room with her skirt again in very fast steps.
"Mammon, Enlica, boil the water for me, I want to take a bath." She shouted as she walked, her tone was gentle and brisk, "Old Bonn, tell the kitchen to prepare the dinner immediately and welcome the guests at any time."
Every time she walked through a corridor, a servant immediately came out of the resting place and followed her. The flow of people quickly separated to various parts of the mansion under her order like butterflies passing through flowers, and then dispersed to their respective posts.
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While issuing orders, she quickly walked to her bathroom. The maids following her helped her take off her coat, lining, and untied her bun. Rose petals were sprinkled in the bathtub, or incense was mixed.
When the last piece of clothing disappeared from her body, LeBlanc slowly slid into the bathtub. She decided to take a good bath. Thinking that Aslan was coming back, she subconsciously did so.
The servants of the mansion also quickly changed into formal attire at the request of the head maid Mamen. Everyone was interested in the distinguished guests LeBlanc mentioned. No matter which family or party these people were from before, at this moment
But they also had to fulfill their duties as servants.
...
Outside the Noxian Arch of Triumph.
Aslan sat on the six-clawed beast. Behind him was Tonya, and six Winter Claw shaman warriors riding frost wolves. Eight people rode war beasts and walked directly towards the ground along the solid stone path.
Walk into the city.
The group of people moved very quickly, but when they walked along the main road of the Immortal Fortress to the city gate, Aslan was still interrogated.
A battle group wearing dark red heavy armor with a three-circle emblem on the chest blocked the inner city gate. From a distance, they saw Aslan and his followers riding war beasts behind him, and both sides were on guard.
Aslan encouraged the Claw Beast to step forward, but he also subconsciously asked everyone to prepare for battle. After all, in Noxus, martial arts, pragmatism, and disobedience are the norm.
Sometimes conflicts are not scary, but what is scary is not being able to win.
The men of the Freljord were also the type to do whatever they wanted. When Aslan ordered them to make a fighting stance, everyone held their weapons in their hands. Some of the shaman warriors riding on the backs of the frost wolves took their own weapons.
She took out a heavy hammer, ready to release the beast soul spell at any time, and Tonya also pulled out her almost two-meter-long giant sword and dragged it with her.
The two sides stopped at a distance of more than ten steps, and Aslan soon heard a burst of heroic laughter coming from the crowd.
"Hahaha, you are well, little Aslan of the Baroness's family."
A guy wearing luxurious and eye-catching clothes and with two coquettish moustache turned the rotating blade in his hand and shouted loudly to Aslan.
It's Draven who is the best.
nmsl...
This is a beautiful Chinese saying.
But when he saw him instead of Darius, Aslan didn't know why he breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, jumped off the Madclaw and walked in front of him.
"Every time I see your handsome demeanor, I am amazed."
He walked forward, but he was also guarding against the crisis in the dark. He started to be polite with a professional smile on his face, "Why are you here to guard the city gate again? You were fined by Darius again? Or do you have no money?"
"What do you mean? Can you speak? Uncle Draven is now..."
Draven glanced at Tonya and the warrior behind Aslan, and subconsciously clenched the spiral blade in his hand. Seeing Aslan being polite to him, he also became polite. This chapter has been completed!