"Ankaria, my best friend and colleague! Have you seen the lady...? Ah, what a pity. I wanted to catch up with you guys, but the current situation does not allow it. Don't forget
Our friendship, otherwise I would be heartbroken..."
——Black Rose Sacrifice, Anonise
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"Very carefree and beautiful..."
Just like the temptation to indulge in a fragrant poison, this is Aslan's first impression of this Lady Annonise.
Such a woman must have experienced years of wasted time and precipitation, and then like fine wine, it has been stored and filled with fragrance.
Although a woman as young as a cherry is fresh and cute, she definitely does not have this unique style that slowly settles down.
After all, there is a process from purity to charm, and not every change is smooth. Likewise, not every flower can finally bloom its own beauty.
But in front of me was this charming lady with an oval face, a plump body, and affectionate eyes. Her elegantly twisted waist swayed as she walked, swaying her amorous feelings.
She was like Mrs. Lestana. Aslan felt that with just a little force of his palms, he could pinch out the full fragrance on her body.
Now Darkwill is still the commander-in-chief. He has the power to veto the decisions of others with one vote. His current attitude is not really soliciting the opinions of several people, but expressing his own opinions. Several people here know that
Already aware
Aslan also understood that a decision-making meeting that strictly tested his qualifications first turned into a marriage recognition meeting because he did not follow the routine, and the arrival of Annonis changed the original intention of the meeting.
Annonise walked into the room, and she recognized Aslan at a glance, who was holding Darkwill's hand.
Although the child's face had some changes, the overall outline was still there. She walked quickly to Aslan.
"Is it you, my little Aslan, do you still remember me?" She hugged Aslan warmly, kissed his forehead, and hugged her into her arms, "I hugged you when you were a child.
You, do you still remember?!"
"Yes! I still remember! Madam Anonise!" Aslan silently retracted the hand holding Darkwill, and the mature lady hugged him, and he had to bend down and was lowered by fate.
The oppressive head.
"Madam, your tone is so raw!" Annonis cleverly discovered some unnaturalness and alienation in Aslan's words, "Are you resenting me?"
"No, I was just a little surprised for a moment. After all, many memories of my childhood have become blurry." Aslan said calmly, "How could I not remember that? You helped me scrub my body at my baptism, and you gave me
Although I haven’t seen the first blessing in my life a few times, I will always remember this memory.”
"Oh, yes, at that time you were still a bad boy with a snot in your nose and liked to run around." Annonis said, already bursting into tears!
She hugged Aslan so tightly that the tip of his nose was filled with the soft and sweet smell. She swallowed even more, "I was at a loss when I found out about your mother's death, but I couldn't do anything at that time.
Now that you have grown up, I hope you won’t be jealous!”
The words were a little incoherent, but Anonise's true feelings were revealed. She was not ashamed at all for losing her temper in the conference room. She just held Aslan's face and looked around carefully:
"Oh my God! Isn't the food at Du Cucault's house not very good? Or is it that Madame Lestana didn't give you good food? Why are you so thin?"
Du Couture sat aside and raised his eyebrows, and responded with silence. Aslan was speechless.
Others in the conference room suppressed their subtle emotions and looked at him strangely.
"Well, Anonise, I think there will be a lot of time to reminisce about old times in the future, and now we should deal with some serious business." Darkwill looked at Anonise, and it was obvious that his "wife" was a little out of sorts on this occasion.
"What business is so important that my little Aslan returns to the family tree?" Annonis looked at Darkwill, stood up and straightened her clothes, then pulled Aslan and stood in front of him, "
What else is there to discuss? He is the only descendant of your family."
At this point, her words seemed to be very obvious.
Several people, including Du Cacao, wisely kept their mouths shut. Madame Annonise's intervention turned an official meeting into an internal family matter. At least Aslan's identity no longer needed to be revealed.
Proved nothing.
"Little Aslan, is it okay to call you this?" Annonise looked at Aslan, "Please forgive your uncle, please forgive his incompetence. If you need any compensation, let me do it."
Darkwill sighed. He knew what his wife meant. Her political sensitivity was much higher than his own. He took a few steps forward, took out his long sword from Alani's hand, and
The spine of the sword pressed against Aslan's shoulder.
Aslan knelt on one knee at Darkwill's feet.
Holding the sword in his hand, he looked around the people in the conference room, and finally turned to Du Quecao, "My general, do you have anything else to add?"
This time, Darkwill deliberately raised his voice, and his voice even reached the corridor outside. He looked at Du Kecao, and then looked around at others. "He is already a member of my family, and he still needs to tell everyone
Prove what?"
"A man knows what to do under what circumstances."
Du Cecao sat upright, "Commander, but before that, a simple reward is not enough to convince the public. Noxus founded the country with military honors, and the new prince still needs to show his enough value and win a
He fought for glory so that he could be convincing and he won! This was the glory of his life."
Du Cacao did not say what would happen if Aslan lost, but everyone heard his hidden meaning.
"Child! What do you mean?" Darkwill looked at Aslan, "Tell me what you think."
Aslan knew that the most important moment had come, and his choice and displayed value would determine his future status.
He knelt on the ground on one knee, then looked up at Darkwill, "As a man of the Ancaria family, I will not do anything to disgrace the family. Glory gladiatorial combat is the tradition of Noxus, and
The only way to obtain glory is that I will go all out..."
"Very good, if you succeed, then you will become the legal heir to all the property and honors of the late Governor Ancaria. The moment you obtain the honor, I will give you the title of Prince Corixe!"
This was something he and Du Cacault had already discussed, but it was Anonise who proposed the plan.
Raising the sword spine, Darkwill slapped Aslan hard on the shoulder several times.
Corixe?
Aslan was thinking about where this area was.
Darkwill's action made everyone shut their mouths. Darius secretly glanced at Swain and saw that he had no expression. Then he lowered his head and indifferently counted the spikes on his arm guards.
On the other hand, Draven is very excited, because the Glory Arena may be at his place, and this is another opportunity for him to shine.
"Since you all have no objections, the matter is settled. General, prepare for the glory fight! The ceremony will be held three months later to add a touch of glory to the prince's canonization."
Duquecao nodded without any expression on his face, making it impossible for anyone to know what he was thinking.
Today was just a preliminary contact, but judging from Darkwill's current attitude, Aslan felt that he was already prepared. When he stood up and was stunned, he found that Annonis held his hand gracefully.
"Everyone, I have prepared a family dinner. How about you join me?"
After glancing at Aslan, Annonis made an invitation to several people in the conference room.
"No, madam, the military affairs are busy, and the war in Freljord is about to begin, so I am a little bit unable to escape at the moment." Du Couture refused immediately, and the others nodded.
While they were talking, the generals had already stood up. They still had a lot of things to do, and the lady seemed to be inviting her, but she said it was indeed a family dinner. They were not sensitive to such courtesy and did not want to waste any time.
"Little Aslan, what about you? Wouldn't you also refuse the invitation of an elegant lady? If so, it would be too sad."
Anonise looked at Aslan, with a hint of teasing in her cat-like eyes.
"My little Aslan, I know you are coming today, but I have specially prepared a family dinner for you. After standing here for so long, I think you are starving and are used to the food of the Countess' family.
, it’s good to change the taste occasionally.”
There are so many subtexts hidden in her words that it is difficult for people to misunderstand her, but her identity makes people think deeply and dare not misunderstand her.
Aslan knew that he still had something to give to Darkwill, which was a bargaining chip for him to obtain more capital. He thought about it and nodded.
"We haven't seen each other for more than ten years. I also want to see my mother's portrait. I don't think you will refuse my request. I heard from the commander that the portrait is at your place, right?"
"I think so."
Holding Aslan's hand, Anonise narrowed her eyes with moist eyes and laughed quietly.
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You can check the map and you will know where Corixo is...