Chapter 63: The New Lady and the Conspiracy【For further reading】
Some people think that they can arrange their own destiny, but is it not the arrangement of fate?
——Swain
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"What a good young man. That place is not accessible to ordinary people. You are as brave as your mother. Her death has always been painful in my heart..."
Burnham Darkwill seemed to be stuck in some memories, and it took him a while before he spoke, and showed his concern in a timely manner, but did he really care about Aslan, or did he have other purposes? Maybe
Only he himself knows.
"Commander, the dead have passed away, but the living are like this..." Aslan made his voice sad when he spoke at the right time, "Although I say this, I haven't seen my mother's appearance yet."
"This is indeed my negligence." A trace of anger appeared on Darkwill's face, and he shouted to his attendant, "Alani, do you still remember the painting covered with cloth that has been hanging in my room?
? Come and get it for me quickly."
"But, Commander, that painting has long been taken away by Madam Annonise."
A girl trotted and knelt down in front of Darkwill, her voice trembling and her whole body trembling.
"What did she do with it? At such a critical moment." Darkwill stood up directly from his seat, walked over and took Aslan's hand affectionately, "You should really go and take a look at yours."
Mother’s portrait, you two look so much alike. When I see you, many deeply buried memories emerge in my heart.”
Perhaps it was because he was old or because he had no heirs. Darkwill looked at Aslan. This child made his senses very good. He felt more sadness than he should have for no reason, and it reminded him of many things in the past.
memories.
"Commander, I..." Aslan choked up his words, his nose was sore, and tears almost came out of his eyes.
"Still called Commander? You should call me uncle." Burnham Darkwill looked at Aslan, his tone and attitude were full of kindness, "Didn't you see that I am wearing normal clothes today?"
"uncle?"
This word——made the few people watching in silence in the conference room feel strange in their moods and eyes.
Darkwill is old, and he is now paving the way for the future. Maybe he is trying to divert attention, or maybe Aslan is just the bait he is currently pushing out and placing on the edge of the knife, but in this state, it is obvious that his purpose
Reached.
Aslan's multiple identities seem to be very easy to use to stabilize the situation.
As a descendant of Ankaria, Aslan not only has a claim to the south, but his presence can stabilize the mood of the unruly people in the south. After all, most of the people who died in the Ionia battle were from the south.
Dude, in order to stabilize their emotions, Darkwill needs to make a gesture and give those southern guys a thought.
Similarly, as Darkwill's nephew, Aslan can also stabilize the mood of the royalists and royalists. At least they don't have to worry about Darkwill having no successor. These nobles are plotting in secret, raising the dagger in their hands or
Let's go find another home.
More importantly, Aslan is also the godson of Du Cacault, which can also stabilize the restless hearts of some military nobles. The connection between the Darkwill and Du Cacault families will be even stronger.
close.
A prince title without much real power could at least stabilize the current three-way relationship between Noxus and buy himself a lot of time. Darkwill felt that he was making a lot of money.
An Aslan gives everyone a bright future.
The eyes of several people in the room flickered, especially Swain. He felt that he had overlooked an extremely important issue, which was Aslan's identity.
Although Ram knew many secrets, it seemed that he had not discovered any information related to Aslan, which aroused his strong curiosity.
It was originally a meeting to test Aslan's ability and vote on his identity, but now because of Darkwill's ambiguous attitude, it has become an occasion for his uncle and nephew to recognize their relatives. Perhaps Darkwill did it deliberately, but
Du Quecao did not express his opinion, and others did not dare to have any opinions for the time being.
Perhaps, the only one who was happy was the rude southern governor Andali.
"Commander, I think it's time to express my determination." Duke Kao glanced at Aslan, and then looked at Darkwill who was acting.
Darkwill came back to his senses! "Ah...yes...it's time to vote, General."
Aslan had been paying attention to Darkwill's expression, grabbing his hand through grief and choking and not letting go. After all, if there was danger, Darkwill in front of him would be his best hostage, but he
Such "affectionate" behavior seemed to Darkwill like the restless heart of a child.
Although he was quick-thinking, insidious, ruthless, and unscrupulous when he was young, when he gets older, he will always have some inexplicable emotions.
"Uncle!" Aslan looked at Darkwill and held his hand tightly. When he spoke, his eyes were slightly red: "I want to see my mother, even if it is a portrait.
Please grant my humble wish."
Darkwill fell silent, Aslan's uncle made him feel embarrassed.
Overacting...
While he was hesitating, the sound of "click-click-click" high heels on the marble floor could be heard in the corridor outside. Before the figure arrived, the fragrance had already arrived.
The fragrance was not strong, even very light. Aslan felt it was a bit like the roses he had smelled that day, giving people an indescribable and wonderful feeling.
"Dak, where is my little Aslan, where is he?"
Everyone in the conference room immediately sat upright, and the bloody guards standing in the darkness of the corridor also hid in the shadows silently, until the sound of high heels hitting the floor became more and more clear...
"I just spent a little time putting on makeup. What meeting makes you so urgent?"
Ten seconds later, a figure appeared in everyone's sight.
Aslan's eyes also stayed on the woman who entered the conference room.
She was wearing a long red and black woolen skirt, the tail of the skirt was trailing to the ground. She had a plump figure, and her plump breasts and hips looked graceful. In addition to the long skirt, she also wore a red cloak, and her cloud-shaped hair seemed to be
It is in the style of the Ionians, and there are two dark gold earrings hanging from the ears like swaying like snakes.
Apart from this, she had no other accessories on her body. She was dressed very simply, but her plump and undulating body still had a sense of charm.
We should have met somewhere.
A thought came to Aslan's mind subconsciously.
The woman in front of her has an extremely well-proportioned and plump figure. Her skin is so white and greasy that you can squeeze out water. She moves elegantly when walking, and her steps are as elegant as flowing clouds. She exudes a sense of nobility and mature beauty inside and out.
In addition, there is also a bit of ruthlessness and resoluteness.
However, Aslan had a vague feeling that he seemed to have seen this kind of aura somewhere.
Especially this woman's eyes, that look, but he couldn't remember where she was at the moment! This chapter has been completed!
