Chapter Thirty: I came from the countryside and just entered the city!
Peep into the secrets, decipher the secrets, and then—use the secrets!
——Secret Demon Ram
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Even though she was panicking, her heartbeat was pounding, and her chest was very congested, LeBlanc subconsciously held her chest, but in the eyes of everyone, her actions still appeared to be very dignified and upholding etiquette.
But the dimples on her cheeks when she smiled still made everyone feel her happiness.
After kissing the hand, LeBlanc gently stroked Aslan's hair with her palms. She looked at him with gentle eyes, and her whole person exuded a natural and friendly atmosphere.
"My Aslan, it seems that even the wind and snow in the Freljord cannot stop your charm."
LeBlanc paused and smiled teasingly: "Since you are riding with this lady, you think you can introduce her to me, right?"
"This is Tonya. These are the friends I made in Freljord. Let me introduce them to you one by one."
Aslan introduced Tonya to LeBlanc and introduced every shaman warrior behind him. These days, he has memorized the names of every Freljordian man.
Fully demonstrating his generosity and attention to the soldiers in small things will be more conducive to his gaining loyalty.
LeBlanc followed Aslan, maintaining a friendly smile and nodding to everyone he introduced, especially to Tonya, showing extreme cultivation and courtesy.
"Welcome to Noxus, beautiful lady, and I hope to invite you to dinner."
"You are also very beautiful, noble and elegant lady, I think this is my honor."
Tonya stood beside Aslan, with the same polite expression on her face.
The Freljord shamans and warriors followed the servants into the side hall. LeBlanc had already asked the old butler Bonn to open the wine cellar, allowing the group of warriors from the north to enjoy the feast, while she herself pulled Ah
Silan's hand led Tonya into the restaurant dedicated to banquets.
In order to welcome the return of her little Aslan, she specially prepared a sumptuous and exquisite dinner.
Aslan did not choose to ask at this time as to why LeBlanc was not assassinated. He and Tonya exchanged a reassuring look, and then sat at the dining table.
Although the windows of the manor are small, there is enough light in the room. LeBlanc also specially prepared some extra candles, and there are some flower petals on the long table. It looks like she has specially created some atmosphere.
Although her plan was disrupted and there was one more person at the table, LeBlanc still allowed herself to let Tonya sit down with proper etiquette.
She and Tonya faced each other from a distance, and Aslan sat on the side of the long table.
"I know you're coming back, so I asked Old Bonn to search for this temporarily." Leblanc pointed to the dishes placed on the ironed white tablecloth, as well as the transparent wine glass from Ionia.
There are ice cubes in the metal bucket, and the ice cubes are surrounding a bottle of red wine.
She stood up gracefully and poured wine for Aslan, and also poured a glass for Tonya. She raised her glass to signal the two of them from a distance and left a faint lip mark on the glass. She glanced at Aslan through the glass.
, a teasing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Aslan also raised his glass in return.
However, the eye contact between him and LeBlanc seemed a bit ambiguous in Tonya's eyes.
After showing a smile, LeBlanc looked at Tonya. She felt that the Freljordian in front of her had an unusual aura and strength: "I hope that during this time in Noxus, my hospitality will make you happy."
You are satisfied."
Tonya glanced at Aslan and said, "Noxus is a nice place, and I like it very much."
"Stay here if you like, and experience some of Noxus' customs and customs." Aslan extended an invitation to Tonya.
"Thank you so much."
Tonya replied that she had become Aslan's blood oath, and with Lissandra's decree, she would naturally be wherever Aslan was, which would make it easier for her to spread the teachings in the future.
"Madam, regarding what I said in the letter..."
Aslan tried to ask, and the matter of cooperation with Winter's Claw was part of his plan, and he also hoped to resolve the matter of his cooperation with Sejuani as soon as possible.
"This request is not a problem for the size of the family. I can help you deal with it at any time. But, do you know what this means? Aslan?"
LeBlanc's tone was unprecedentedly serious, even overpowering the love in her heart.
"I know that a country bumpkin boy from the south wants to snatch a good job from the treacherous gentlemen of the imperial capital. Such behavior seems arrogant and overestimating his abilities..."
Aslan raised his glass mockingly.
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In a sharp area of the Immortal Fortress, Jericho Swain gently touched the window in front of him. The hot breath from his mouth sprayed on the glass and condensed into mist. He stepped forward and pushed open the window facing the street.
fan.
He stood on the terrace and looked at the night scene where the Immortal Fortress in the distance was not dazzling and could even be said to be cruel and ghostly. The high castles standing in the darkness were like dormant evil beasts.
However, he was not in the mood to appreciate these cruel scenery. Instead, he stood on the terrace and raised his hand. A gust of cool night wind blew down, and a crow quietly rested on his shoulder.
"Ram..."
He used his only remaining hand to firmly grasp the stone handrail of the terrace, so that his arms would not tremble inexplicably due to fear, and this would prevent the demon that was haunting him from discovering his heart.
clues.
"Oh; my baby~"
A voice emerged from the swirling airflow.
"Look at how miserable you are now. I seem to be seeing a dying rat. It will soon be drowned in the smelly ditch where it lives. It's really gratifying."
The crow standing on his shoulder appeared from the shadows, its deep voice carrying a hint of warmth, teasing, cruelty, and an inexplicable elongated trembling that seemed as cold as the breeze blowing in the winter.
"What did you see?"
Swain was not touched by Crow's tone at all. He just turned his wrist that had not yet grown into a hand, "How long will it take for my hand to recover?"
"By the way, do you really not consider my other proposal?" Ram looked at Swain, "After the defeat of Ionia, you seem to have become more cautious. This is not like you. You are starting to be afraid.
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The soul of the man in front of him gave Ram a desire to devour him. What moved him the most was undoubtedly the ruthless iron-fisted approach in Swain's heart. This was one of the main reasons why he was able to channel the demonic power in Ram.
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At the same time, Ram felt that Swain was more visionary than anyone else—in other words, he was a "dreamer" with an intoxicating soul, farsightedness, and ruthlessness.
The most outstanding thing about Swain is also his most cruel thing. He always controls his desires within a rational parallel line.
"No, Ram, all conspiracies end with blood, I want to lead a revolution..."
Swain's tone made Ram pay attention. This chapter has been completed!