Beauty is in the eyes of a lover, and beauty is in the eyes of a lover.
——Elise
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The identity of Elise, the female spider, is very extraordinary!
Aslan knew this very well.
Just like many noble women from noble families, most of them choose to marry when they are of marriageable age and quietly become a pampered noble lady. However, the Kythira family where Elise belonged hundreds of years ago,
But it is said to be one of the oldest bloodlines in Noxus.
When she reached the age of marriage, she was pursued by Burhot, the heir to the Zaafan family. However, this political marriage was a conspiracy planned by Black Rose for many years. Elise allowed herself to have enough capital, or appearance, or
With wealth, he finally entered the upper class circle and replaced her husband's leadership position in the family.
At the same time, she used a trick to kill Burkhot, who was a puppet, and then proved her worth in the Black Rose Gathering and occupied a sacrificial seat.
However, the various priests of the Black Rose, or the core members, often meet at specific times to exchange resources and communication methods. It is precisely through this interlocking strategy that they are woven together
Weaving a complex web, and then secretly controlling the upper-class nobles of Noxus to control the layout.
In this way, it is not impossible that Soleanna and Elise are familiar with each other.
Holding the letter, Aslan arranged his clothes in front of the mirror in the room and walked out of the room. He casually glanced at the morning light outside, walked to the living room and found that Soleanna was no longer there. There was a noise from her and Lestana in her room.
The sound of conversation.
He thought for a while, without disturbing the conversation between the two ladies, gave the sleeping Tonya a kiss and walked out of the manor.
The morning light was faint, and thin dew condensed on the leaves in the garden. At this time, Noxus was extremely quiet.
Walking along the surrounding corridor to the stables, Aslan found that Carlos, the old butler of the Duquecao family, had gotten up. On the sand on the other side of the small garden he was taking care of, several dragon lizards were being tamed by the animal trainer.
Go around in circles.
Since Aslan became the godson of Du Quecao when he was eight years old, old Carlos has been the butler of the Du Quecao family. He was brought over from the family by Soleana, saying that he saw
It’s no exaggeration to say that Aslan grew up with him.
The old man has silver hair, but he is still energetic. He holds scissors in his hand and is carefully caring for a small cluster of buds. His clothes look meticulous, just like his favorite flower that he has carefully pruned.
"Oh my God, who do I see, little Aslan, you up so early?"
"Good morning, old Carlos." Aslan greeted the old butler cordially.
"Good morning, Aslan." Old Carlos put away the scissors in his hand and made a chest-stroking salute to Aslan.
"I'm going to buy some things for Madam." Aslan returned the gift and walked towards the stable.
The stables in Noxus are different from those in Demacia in that they are not war horses but dragon lizards.
"Please wait a moment, I will ask someone to help you prepare the carriage for your trip." After Old Carlos said this, he turned around and waved. Soon a servant came over and under his command, he hitched the carriage and put it in the carriage.
Everything necessary for getting in and out, and the coat of arms of the Du Cucault family were also hung outside the carriage.
"Do you need someone to follow you?" Old Carlos, who was standing elegantly aside, did not ask Aslan where he wanted to go. He just expressed his concern and left the choice to himself.
"I'm just going to take care of a small matter, don't worry, old Carlo." Aslan smiled at old Carlos and then got into the carriage.
Twitching the reins, the dragon lizard pulled the carriage out of the manor with morning dew and cold air, and passed through the straight street. After a while, the figure of Lettice Trading Company was clearly visible in the mist.
Arriving at the place, Aslan slowed down. There was a lot of people outside the business, and there were already many servants waiting in the special parking space for carriages.
Seeing the arrival of the carriage of the Du Kecao family, the guard and waiter guarding the parking space first stepped forward to salute, and then immediately stepped forward with impeccable movements and etiquette to help Aslan open the door; in addition,
Some people quickly took out meat to calm the restless dragon lizards.
In Noxus, the more established nobles are, the more they like to use carriages to go out, because it is very retro and tasteful, especially when going to a place like a trading house that highlights the distinction of status, pattern and taste, most people will use carriages.
The badge is hung very conspicuously, so that it is easy for people to distinguish some information from the family crest on the carriage, and the domesticated dragon lizards are also supervised by dedicated personnel, which can reduce unnecessary troubles and twists and turns to a certain extent.
Smart guards and service personnel usually follow the badges on the carriages to prescribe the right medicine to avoid offending the wrong people, or to distinguish the priorities of business.
Aslan stepped out of the carriage, straightened his top hat and put it on his head. Similarly, the waiter standing at the door of the trading hall also shrewdly identified the badge of the carriage that had just passed by, and also watched him stepping out of the carriage.
"What a handsome gentleman."
The waiter at the door subconsciously praised him, staring at Aslan who was approaching.
Piltover's fashion style is always at the forefront of various regions.
Aslan is wearing a black woolen coat, with a silk scarf tied at the collar of the lining. As he walks, the gold pocket watch chain is shining brightly on the black vest, and the collar of the woolen coat is casually turned out and the folds on the top hat are
He is completely natural, and his silver hair shows a different kind of noble elegance.
Especially those blue eyes, which look involuntarily intoxicating.
The waiter standing at the door just looked at him, seeming to have forgotten to greet him.
"Good morning, madam, I'm here to buy something."
"Uh... Good morning, please come with me." The obsessed smile on the waiter's face standing at the door immediately retracted. She immediately reacted and knew what she should do now. She then guided Aslan into the hall.
"Hello, what kind of goods do you need?" Finally remembering her business, the waitress immediately asked Aslan.
Aslan took out the letter in his hand and waved it, "I need to find your supervisor."
"Then, please come with me." The waitress said and led the way. The coat of arms of the Du Kecao family already indicated the identity of the person in front of her. She nodded and walked towards the second floor with Aslan.
Aslan followed behind her. The tight uniform and long skirt in front of her outlined the extremely beautiful and curved hips. The right plump bust and waist exuded the unique mature charm of women of this age.
This is a gentle and beautiful big sister.
As if feeling the gaze, the waiter leading the way turned to look at him with a slightly red face.
Aslan also looked up at her.
"You are beautiful." He said with a smile, admiration in his eyes.
"Handsome sir, if this is not harassment, I think I would appreciate your compliment."
The atmosphere was a little awkward, and the waitress was a little uncomfortable walking with Aslan, but she soon got rid of this shyness and embarrassment.
Compared to the noise on the first floor, the jazz celebrities and nobles on the second floor showed the temperament that a noble should have. Aslan squinted and looked around. No one looked at him, and he didn't meet anyone he knew.
Walking up the circular staircase, the brass-decorated semicircular corridor is covered with murals. The candles on the silver lampposts seem to be specially made and emit a delicate fragrance when burning. It seems that in order to highlight the history and vicissitudes, a large number of candles are used.
The furniture and decorations are deliberately made old, and the corners are appropriately worn, showing a mottled and heavy flavor of time.
Going inward along the circular corridor, Aslan quickly entered a box.
"You can wait here, a higher-level waiter will be here to receive you soon." The waiter who took Aslan upstairs made black tea for him, said with a slightly regretful tone, and also handed over a beautifully cut plate.
Unknown fruits were brought out and placed on the table. "While waiting, if you have any requests, please feel free to ask. You can also ring the bell and call me at any time."
"Thank you." Aslan nodded.
In the room on the top floor, a woman shook the wine glass in her hand. Little spiders were crawling on her palms. Countless transparent threads stretched around her body. She put down the wine glass and raised her head as if she felt some special mark.