Chapter 65: The Conspiracy in the Room in the Late Night 【Read More】
Walking through the corridor filled with oil paintings of the past commanders of Noxus, Aslan followed Annonis into a room at the end of the corridor.
From noon to evening, and from evening to now, the night outside has fallen, the lights in the room are very dim, the faint dancing candlelight has a vague and luxurious temperament, the room has black and red furniture with bronze furniture
The utensils reveal Noxian's unique nobility and power in a low-key manner.
However, all Aslan's attention was focused on Lady Annonise.
She walked very fast, and her three-inch gold-threaded high-heeled shoes gave off a resolute and resolute look. When she stepped forward, the long legs exposed between the side slit skirts were not covered with a trace of extra gauze, and her fair skin was in the dark corridor.
And it's a bit dazzling under the dim light.
"What does this smell like?"
Aslan thought about it in his mind, the smell of Mrs. Annonise seemed familiar to him, and he felt like he had smelled it somewhere before.
"My little Aslan, what's wrong with you?" Anonise, who was walking in front, held up her front skirt and turned back to look at her with a smile, "Don't be too nervous, just treat this place as if you were at home."
"Thank you for your concern, I'm just not used to the dim environment." Aslan frowned slightly, and he discovered a problem.
Under the flowing scenery of Anonise as she walked around, a small rose was embroidered on the hidden lining. It looked very inconspicuous, but it bloomed quietly between the skirts.
It is like a deliberately exposed scenery, appearing unexpectedly.
Aslan paused, paused for a few seconds, and then continued to follow Annonis.
He remembered that the smell was exactly the same as that of the flower girl, and his eyes were somewhat similar. Vaguely, he felt as if he had caught something and disappeared in a flash...
"Then shall I brighten the light?" Anonise thoughtfully came over and straightened Aslan's collar, then picked up the slender silver lamp used to mix incense on the silver plate, and walked over to light up the candle's fireworks.
The choice is a little brighter.
After doing this, she turned her head and looked at Aslan with a pair of beautiful eyes full of meaning: "My little Aslan, come into the room; why don't you sit down!"
After the candlelight was lit, the halo shrouded Anonisi's slender body like a veil, leaving an infinitely beautiful silhouette on the mirror beside the wall. The night breeze blew gently, and the curtains fluttered, sending
The alluring fragrance of roses is extremely intoxicating.
"I'll just stand."
"Obey and sit down!"
"...yes!"
Aslan sat at the table obediently.
Seeing Aslan sitting down obediently, Anonise waved her hand, and Darkwill, who was walking with her, melted into the mirror in the room like a shadow, and soon his oil appeared on the mirror.
The portrait is exactly the same style as the murals hanging in the corridor outside.
The style of the entire room suddenly changed at this moment, and Aslan felt his heart beating in his throat, becoming unusually violent.
As soon as he sat down, he not only straightened his back, but also put his hands on his knees, trying to make his expression as natural as possible. At least, it looked natural and calm.
First of all, Lady Lestana and Soleana have no blood relationship with him, and the same goes for the lady in front of him.
Moreover, in his memory, the impression of the Governor's mother was almost blurry. What if the Mrs. Annonise in front of him was also a member of the Black Rose? What if his mother had a very close relationship with the Black Rose? Or maybe
Is Darkwill actually a puppet controlled by LeBlanc?
Aslan began to recall the background story between Black Rose and Darkwill in his mind, and then began to make bold guesses. He felt that he had figured out a little bit of the context, but it was fleeting.
Why did Sweyn want to kill Darkwill and then blow him to pieces on the throne?
What does he want to prove?
Why was there no opposition from the royalist faction Du Cucault to his coup?
Swain must have grasped some evidence, or discovered the Black Rose's layout. After all, Swain was also a chess piece chosen by the Black Rose at the beginning, but now, it seems that he is in charge.
There may be explanations for some things that don't make sense.
However, what he needs to do now is to complete the test in front of him first.
"You say it first or should I say it first?" She put down the lamp and sat next to Aslan in an intimate manner.
"You are the elder, so naturally you speak first."
Sitting there quietly, Aslan was very well-behaved. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was sitting upright.
"What a good boy, and a smart one. The growth of a child is always pleasing, especially a well-behaved child, don't you think so?"
"I think so." Aslan nodded.
"It seems that you have a good sense for me. Are you willing to acknowledge my existence?"
"willing."
"Why?"
"Because you are an elder, and you cannot refuse the gift given by the elder. This is what I learned from an ancient Ionian book. I think it makes sense."
"You are so obedient. I like good, obedient children."
After Anonisi finished speaking, she picked up the wine glass on the table and let the bright red wine flow into the glass. Then she handed the wine glass to Aslan.
"I haven't learned to drink yet..."
Looking at the wine glass handed to him, Aslan hesitated. He was a little afraid that the wine was poisonous.
"That's right, good children can't drink." Anonise drank the wine in the glass gracefully, and a few drops of wine dripped down the corners of her beautiful lips and onto the skirt of her clothes, her slender and fair hair
With a trace of blush on her face, she put down her wine glass and looked at Aslan, taking the initiative to take the dinner plate and garnish it for him.
The dinner was very simple, but very luxurious, with lemon, orange and rosemary served with roasted herring, roasted leg of lamb brewed with beer, golden and soft buns, fruit juice exuding the fragrance of roses, and the smell of malt.
big toast.
Anonise pushed the plate with a mountain of food in front of Aslan, then looked at him with her chin in her hands, "Children always have to eat well when they go out. I don't want you to let that bloody person go back when you go back."
The Countess thinks that my best friend is unkind!"
The lady in front of him spoke in a riddle, but Aslan understood the underlying message her words revealed. He thought for a while, then calmly picked up the knife and fork on the table and focused on the food on the plate.
"How good!" Anonise sat next to him and took out a handkerchief. She helped cut the roasted leg of lamb into neat little pieces with a knife, and she looked at it with a smile: "Have you guessed my identity?
I think you must have guessed that we have met before!"
After saying this, she even paused slightly. Darkwill's ever-changing shadow appeared in the room again, "I can even tell you clearly that this commander is me..."
"Madam!" Aslan raised his head and interrupted her, "Are these things you are talking about what I should know now?"
"Oh~~" Anonise immediately covered her red and small mouth with her hands, and then her beautiful eyes widened: "Oh! It's really bad... I let you know something you shouldn't know!"
Aslan: "..."
I hadn't sat down for more than five minutes when this lady suddenly noticed me.
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Everyone, stop reading books. Really, now is the critical moment to decide what to recommend... This chapter has been completed!