Chapter 63: Politics and Weddings (Part I)

Glacier Fortress, the room of the Noxian Legation. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Although it is said to be a relic of antiquity, the interior of the glacier fortress is still not in the slightest dilapidation, with the carvings characteristic of Freeljord and the animal skin blanket laid not long ago, which makes people feel a sense of antiquity, although this beauty is not something that Lines or Caterina can feel, but at least Svein can see it with relish.

"Hey, old crow, it's the wedding tomorrow, do you need to make some preparations? ā€

Caterina said as she pricked up her ears to listen to the movement downstairs.

As the wedding of Freljord's new king, coupled with the ceremony of Freljord's joining the League of Legends as a city-state, the hall is now crowded with people, and all forces take this opportunity to think about how to squeeze oil and water out of this ice field.

But until now, Svein still had no intention of going downstairs, and walked leisurely around his room.

"Don't worry, it's not time for us to show up. ā€

With that, Svein sat down in his chair and glanced at Lines casually.

"Looks like you've grown a lot lately. ā€

"Don't dare to ......"

Lines humbly lowered his head, his eyes deliberately avoiding Svein's gaze.

"Your growth represents the strength of Noxus, so you don't have to be humble, and when this mission is over, I will send you to the War College for further study. ā€

Listening to Svein's words, Lines was not moved on the surface, but his heart was constantly running.

The old crow in front of him can be described as scheming, if he bluntly said that Lines and Lux are too close, maybe Lines will breathe a sigh of relief, but now he pretends that nothing has happened, which makes people feel bottomless.

"It's my honor to be there for you. ā€

Lines gave Svein a non-standard military salute as he remembered, and he actually had no substantive concept of what Svein said about the War College and the like, so he could only respond to Svein according to the standards of the thugs around him who worked for the nobles.

"I hope you're sincere. ā€

With his eyes closed, Svein pulled out a photo from his bosom.

"Now, take this picture, go to the hall to spy on the person in the picture, and tell me about her conversations with others. ā€

Lines took the photograph of a white-haired man wearing a blue ranger's cape, exposed in the snow and ice, with a blue bow in his hand, and the people below raised their arms as if they were supporting her.

However, due to the shooting of the photo itself, the woman's face is somewhat blurry, making it impossible to see the details of her face.

Caterina next to her looked at the photo as if she wanted to say something, but was stopped by Svein again.

"Well, it's just a small test. ā€

The bird on Svein's shoulder stared at Lines as if it was ready to rush up and peck at him.

It's a trap.

A voice kept saying this in Lanenes's mind.

Svein didn't hide the idea of this trap at all, and even looked at Lines with a playful look, exuding an air of conspiracy all over his body, anyone could see his bad intentions, and at this time, anyone with a little right mind would choose to refuse.

"It's an honor to ......"

Lines took the picture and bowed his head to Svein and said.

But unfortunately, Lines has no right to refuse.

Click......

The door closed softly, and Caterina could hear Lines coming downstairs.

"What do you mean? ā€

Caterina said as she clasped her hands.

"First we were transferred away from the little girl's side, and then Lines was sent to spy on the leader of Avarossa...... I have to say that neither of these is a wise choice. ā€

"Huh...... Not only is it not a wise choice, it is simply the two most smelly moves. ā€

Svein smiled and took a sip of his tea, took out a large stack of official documents from under the table, and began to give instructions.

It seems that the leaders of all countries have something in common.

"But you have to know that if the timing is right, even the last step can have the greatest effect. ā€

"It seems to make sense, but I don't understand it. ā€

Caterina was not afraid of jokes and said bluntly.

"All I want to know is what you do to keep them both safe? ā€

Katerina stood in front of Svein, her hand on the coffee table beside her, staring into Svein's eyes.

It was a pair of eyes that did not fit Svein's old appearance, clear as a newborn baby, but sharp as a goshawk looking at its prey.

"Everything I do is for Noxus, especially in the fight against Demacia, the people I arrange are the safest and most suitable. ā€

In the face of Katarina's aggressiveness, Svein did not have a trace of panic, and still looked light.

"The use of official duties to exclude dissidents is a legitimate and highly efficient reason, but ...... It is true that third-rate means can only be used on inconsequential little people. ā€

With that, Svein closed his eyes again and recuperated.

After a long time, Caterina slowly got up and leaned back against the wall.

"I hope what you say is as good as what you do. ā€

"If you don't worry about that kid, you can help. ā€

Svein opened one eye and looked at Caterina leaning against the wall.

"What are you kidding, that kid and I are not related, why should I worry about him. ā€

Caterina scoffed and turned her head away.

"Hmph, yes, I thought you'd be worried about him being shot like an assassin in a sieve......"

Click!

Before he could finish speaking, the door of the room was slammed shut again.

"I just don't want to lose Noxian talent. ā€

Suck ......

The characteristic bitter taste of Freeljord's moss tea seeped into his mouth, and Svein's somewhat tired brain gradually cleared up.

It's so unpleasant......

Svein smiled wryly and poured the tea into the trash can beside him.

"Kaok, your daughter is really a good girl, as you say...... If it's the right thing, I really want to make it all together. ā€

With that, Svein picked up the quill again and began to correct the frightening amount of documents, but the smile on his face meant that his mind was still thinking about other things.

"But before that, we have to educate this 'shark' well"

Outside the window, it was already dark, and the black clouds were pressing down again, and it looked like a blizzard was about to visit the ancient city again.

Tonight, it doesn't look like it's going to be calm.