Chapter 62: The Audience and Conspiracy in the Black Hall
How many clones do I have? In fact, I don’t even know.
However, isn’t exploring the unknown also a kind of sentiment?
——LeBlanc
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The Immortal Fortress, the symbol of Noxus' glory, the huge black castle with a height of 1,200 feet stands before Aslan's eyes at this moment.
The fortress seems to be carved out of the entire mountain, and the iron-black stones are also made from local materials. These obsidian stones, combined with the ferocious spikes on the walls, make the style look sinister and solemn, giving people a full sense of oppression.
Aslan stepped over a thousand steps, followed the major who guided him up the corridor filled with various reliefs, and then came to the main hall of the castle. The main hall was built on the top of the fortress, with a huge black rock protruding in a triangular shape.
The same sharp section, standing at the sharpest position, can overlook the entire Noxus.
After walking through the square and spiraling up the stone stairs, next to the main hall where the Noxus Military Council is located, there is the Black Hall of Darkwill's mansion, where all the great commanders of the past have lived.
The major who led him stood outside the door of the black hall, saluted to the guard at the door, handed over the letter in his hand, and pointed at Aslan at the same time.
"This is Aslan."
Aslan smiled and nodded to the guard standing at the door of the black hall.
"Wait here." The guard wearing blood-colored armor standing at the door glanced at Aslan and walked in with an indifferent tone.
These warriors wearing blood-red armor are different from the Trifari Chapter, but elite assassins trained by Du Cacault himself. As the internal affairs commander, he controls most of Noxus' current intelligence agencies.
The Scarlet Elite's attitude towards Aslan was neither very respectful nor indifferent, and their tone was full of business.
Aslan stood quietly at the door and waited, his expression calm and composed.
In the dark hall, someone was already sitting in the conference room.
There are several chairs in front of the oval conference table. Burnham Darkwill is sitting at the head of the table. To his left is Du Couteau. Opposite Dout Couture sits Swain.
Although he was deposed for a period of time, he returned to his position as Noxus' Chief of Military Staff thanks to a "little" assistance from Darius.
Sitting on Swain's right was Darius, who was counting the protruding spikes on his arm guards in boredom, not caring at all about the gaze of Tribune O'Byrne sitting opposite him.
Sitting on the right side of Duke Kao was an unusually burly man, Andali, the governor of the southern Leise garrison. He was wearing a suit of heavy armor, and his bald head was covered with bloody tattoos.
Behind Du Cao stood Tyrone. He hid his eyes under his hood and stared at Draven, who was standing opposite him and winking at him. The silver blade on his fingertips flicked back and forth several times.
If necessary, he felt that he could shut up this guy with the coquettish moustache in three seconds, and then he would never be able to make such provocative movements and expressions again.
There were still a few empty chairs at the table, and it was obvious that no one was there.
"Let the meeting begin, my general." Darkwill said, his voice a little hoarse.
Du Cao did not answer directly, but looked at everyone present.
"There is a decision now -" he hesitated for a second, "I think this requires everyone to vote by a show of hands."
"Who are we going to fight again? Demacia, the Freljord, or Ionia?" The rough and arrogant Andali said in a somewhat serious tone. Although he is the governor of the south, he is not a southerner, but he is Darkwei.
Your direct lineage.
"I don't think we need to worry too much about war. What we have to decide is another matter." Duke Kao knocked on the table, and Tyrone, who was standing behind him, put Aslan's portrait and the information about Da.
A series of genealogies of the Kewell family were placed on the table.
Everyone in the room turned their gazes to Darkwill with searching eyes.
Darkwill stood up.
"Knock knock knock~"
The bloody elite came in with Aslan's letter and handed it respectfully to the chamberlain in the room. The chamberlain checked it and then handed it to Darkwill.
Aslan stood alone in the huge square, with an indifferent expression, his eyes resting on the spiked walls of the tall and majestic black fortress, ignoring the guards' eyes sizing him up, and waited from noon to the setting sun without any posture.
Change it up.
Three hours later, Tyrone walked out of the dark hall and led him into the room where Darkwill was.
Aslan walked very slowly, coordinating his breathing with every step, stabilizing his state, thinking about what he should say and what attitude he should adopt.
In the previous few hours, he had been communicating with Lissandra. After all, this was his first extremely severe test in this world.
If there is danger, he will freeze himself as soon as possible. Lissandra has also constructed a spell, and the freezing time is enough to transfer the soul. As long as the soul does not disappear, you can also use spells to cast a body. Although
The process required is long, but it is not impossible.
Standing at the door of the room, no less than ten bloody elites looked directly at him. Everyone put their hands on the place where they could draw their weapons the fastest. It seemed that as long as he did anything wrong, they would receive a thunderous blow from everyone.
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"Personal guard, tell my little Aslan to come in quickly."
Darkwill's voice came out of the room at the right time, and his words made several people sitting in the room turn their heads.
Aslan walked into the room, without squinting his eyes. He first glanced at the conference room, then raised his head and fixed his gaze on Darkwill's face.
Even though the people in the conference room were very important, the leader, who was in his sixties and already showing signs of aging, was the key to determining the outcome of today's visit.
The commander-in-chief of Noxus seemed to be well-maintained. His blond hair was smoothly taken care of. The crown on his head and the slightly raised corners of his mouth showed his full leadership and majesty. However, he did not wear any clothes today.
Wear formal attire and look very casual.
"Ankaria Aslan meets the Commander, I wish you good health and long life, and may the glory of Noxus endure forever because of you."
Aslan walked up to Darkwill, then leaned down to salute, and scanned everyone in the room as quickly as possible. He saw a few empty chairs and a few familiar faces.
However, the etiquette he performed was not the polite greetings between nobles, but the complete respectful manner that should be used when meeting elders.
Darkwill was also looking at Aslan and his sister's son. He had hugged this child when he was a child, but the relationship seemed to have become estranged after Ankaria's death. If it weren't for his wife Anoni
When Si mentioned it, he forgot about his sister and this son.
He looks pretty good, his eyebrows are somewhat similar to his sister, and his manners are not bad. It seems that Madam Lestana taught him well, and Du Cacao also seems to have done a good thing.
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"Ankaria?" Andali suddenly stood up from his seat.
"Yes, General, he is Ankaria's son."
Darkwill looked at Aslan and nodded, very satisfied with his respectful attitude.
He stopped Andali, who was looking happy and wanted to say more, and turned his head to Aslan, "I heard that you came back from Freljord and solved the problem that has troubled your dreams for many years?"
"Thank you for your concern! Dear Commander! This trip to Freljord has been fruitful; I even found a gift for you."
Aslan's words were respectful and cautious, and he spoke slowly. This chapter has been completed!