Spatial teleportation was not a strange thing in Valoran, people didn't notice the stagnation of time at that moment, and they didn't pay much attention to the sudden appearance of Lin Feng and the others. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There is only one thing to be concerned about at the moment, and the streets are full of talk about war.

Lin Feng scoffed, this war had nothing to do with him for a long time, and he no longer cared about this city and country.

Although there are still a few people he cares about on the temple, but Lux's special status The Great Priest does not dare to do anything to her, Lin Qiqi and Jinx will not pay attention to it, and Carter is completely capable of self-preservation.

Therefore, Lin Feng decided to send Sindra away first.

However, he immediately realized that he was wrong.

Because there are also brothers of the Gale Regiment, there is talk about them in the crowd. The Gale Regiment had already left the originally arranged station, and was sent by the High Priest under his own name to the front line of the Presdian High Ground to be armed.

What a vicious woman, no wonder she retreats with peace of mind, it turns out that everything has been calculated a long time ago.

I have come all the way to help Ionia, and I have been treated like this by you.

Hmph, do you repay virtue with resentment?

Anger made Lin Feng come to his senses, and now he needs to be reasonable.

Strength, everything is because of strength. If it were the War College or Debang that were now giving Ionia aid, the temple and the high priesthood would be eager to kneel and lick it.

Troubled times are coming, and Lin Feng cannot be immune to this war and all the wars after him. Therefore, there is only one way to face it bravely and become strong as soon as possible.

Okay, then let's fight. But since you're scheming first, don't blame me for using some tricks.

Lin Feng simply didn't leave, and Sindra chose to stay for some reason.

On the same day, the temple began to send people to spy on them, and nothing else was done.

Obviously, the Great Priest was still afraid of Lin Feng. Because Lin Feng is not only the Holy Son of Light, but also claims to represent the Debang Navy. The Saintess Lux, who was in the same league as him, was likely to be concerned with Debang's attitude towards the war.

And now, Debon's attitude is likely to be related to the fate of Ionia in this war.

The situation has been somewhat unpleasant lately, and the Noxians have remained unmoved by the loss of the southern occupied territories, while the forces assembled at Presidium have increased rather than decreased.

There are all kinds of indications that the information from Karma is right, and the Empire may be about to attack Presidium.

What is quite ironic is that this information was actually first told to Karma by Lin Feng.

In the blink of an eye, September was almost over, and both Ionia and the temple were surprisingly calm during this time.

But in Demacia and Noxus, two small anecdotes happened.

On September 11, the head of the Federal Military Department, Chakra. Hagel celebrates his 60th birthday.

At this time, the people's voices in support of Ionia's invasion of Noxus continued to rise, and in order to follow this trend, Chakra chose to hold a birthday banquet at the camp of the most elite field legion outside the city. At the same time, he ordered the Federation fleet, stationed on the shores of the West Sea, to fire a salute for the celebration.

The Navy has been transferred to the Ministry of War, and he does have that right. Although there was a suspicion of abuse of power, His Majesty and the Admiralty did not issue any doubts. However, His Majesty did not attend the event contrary to common sense, and all the Admiralty generals were absent for some reason.

Then, something strange happened.

A sudden sandstorm disrupts the entire event, and the chief leader leads the group away to prepare for a temporary change of location.

However, at this time, the salute on the naval warship was suddenly launched ahead of schedule by an extremely coincidental coincidence, which frightened the adults of the War Department.

It seems that there is a false alarm.

Unfortunately, a live ammunition happened to be mixed into the salute, and it was even more coincidental that the live ammunition landed on the birthday cake.

And in the cake, he hid from his favorite concubine, who was ready to surprise the chief executive.

The Admiralty called the incident a misfire, an anachronistic but unavoidable tragedy -- the inopportune conduct of ceremonial tasks by combat units, and the inevitable failure to make mistakes due to lack of training in the relevant missions.

Duke Marcas, the vice-commander of the navy who remained in the royal city, expressed his deep sorrow at the death of the family of the chief executive, so sad that he had to drink the two bottles of good wine that the lord had prepared for the celebration to calm down slightly.

On the same day, His Majesty severely reprimanded the navy for its mistakes, implicating the entire fleet stationed in Wangcheng and being driven back to the naval home port of the Holy Light City for retraining.

His Majesty's attitude is tantamount to a qualitative formulation of the whole thing.

By the time Chakra reacted, there was nothing he could do on the surface, and everyone he could take revenge on in private seemed to have slipped away.

The only thing left in the navy was Marcas, the bare-bones commander, this hateful fellow......

Lord Chakra thought for a moment, and first hid his remaining bottles of good wine in a different place.

The matter seemed to end there, and the next day's Wangcheng Morning Post brushed the matter aside.

However, many tabloid magazines that have sprung up recently have taken a lot of effort into this, and the eye-catching headlines alone are dizzying.

"Women's Flowers, Blooming Under Cannons: On the Dialectical Relationship between the Caliber of 'Cannons' and Women's Happiness Experience."

"Sweets are a woman's killer - the deathbed words of the chief concubine who died in the cake."

"The thick barrel, the delicate me - the master of the conjuring spirit recreates the whole process of the tragedy."

"The domineering chief fell in love with me—the master of the spiritualist was deeply moved by the poignant love of the deceased."

"Don't run, chief, your soap-the master of the soul is possessed by the soul, and the favored concubine is exchanged for a man's body and takes the long road of love." Below the headline is the sponsor's advertisement: Chrysanthemum brand soap - refreshing all over the body, chrysanthemum peanut fragrance.

Driven by commercial interests, all kinds of media practitioners have lost their discipline and picked up routines. All kinds of title parties, all kinds of absurd and bizarre, and the content and the title are often a light year apart.

However, most of the reports mention another coincidence in the real event - the beloved concubine of the deceased chief, who is said to have the Navy warship fire a salute at the birthday party.

In the cycle of cause and effect, a woman dares to dictate to the majestic Federal Navy and dies unjustly.

The Federalists took the matter as entertainment, but the newspaper of the day was immediately served by the Chief of Imperial Intelligence to the case of Svein, a military advisor in the High Command.

It is said that Svein, who has always been serious and rigid, laughed happily and kept patting his lame leg and crackling.

The chief also laughed with him, and Svein suddenly asked, "Haha, what are you laughing at?" ”

"Haha, I'll laugh whatever the adults laugh at."

"Haha yes, you're going to be consistent with me?"

"Haha, of course, adults are the brains of the headquarters and the pillars of the empire. The villain must be the only one who looks to the adult. ”

"Then you shouldn't be able to laugh now."

"Why?"

"Because I can't laugh anymore, my leg hurts a little."

"Your leg, is it okay, my lord?"

"It's okay, because now I'm starting to have a little heartache."

"Ah, why?"

"Because I found out I had a waste. Don't ask...... I'm talking about your sir, you shit. ”

“……”

Svein threw the newspaper in the face of the intelligence chief and angrily scolded, "I want intelligence, what did you send?" ”

"My lord, this ...... This is intelligence, very important information. Don't you see the truth of the matter? ”

"Of course I can see it, but I'm too lazy to look at it. Do you think this kind of title and text that is made up for psychotic amusement will be what I like to read? As the Empire's Supreme Intelligence Officer, you've wasted a lot of my time because of your stupidity. ”

"Isn't it because you're too focused on it? You...... I obviously like to watch it, and I laugh while watching it. ”

"Well, what are you muttering over there?"

"My lord, I was wrong, I ask for a demotion."

"If you have the power to ask, there should be no reason to slacken. Your stupidity disgusts me, so I give you death. ”

"No...... My lord, I ...... Don't blame me for this, ah......"

"Hmph, if you want to blame it, blame the damn title party."

A strange bird on Svein's shoulder landed on the head of the minister, and he trembled and did not dare to resist in the slightest.

The pointed beak pecked up and down on the forehead, and the strange sound was accompanied by a terrible howl.

"Such a stupid brain, the contents can also make you appetite. It seems that you have also become stupid. Svein sneered at the strange bird.

Then, he glanced at the newspaper on the ground and sneered: "Jie Ji, in this full nonsense, there is only one thing to say......"

These two little things that happened in Debang and the Empire were not secrets, and they quickly spread.

Of course, the details of what happened in the mysterious Imperial High Command are unknown. The conversation between the military adviser and the intelligence minister can only be imagined by different people.

The High Priest Divine Kaisha didn't have much imagination, and things became rather boring in her mind.

However, she may have been the most accurate of Svein's last sentences.

The dense text of the newspaper blurred in Kesha's eyes and rearranged it into one sentence: "Debang is too busy to take care of himself, and they will not take the initiative to participate in the war in Ionia." ”

The death of a woman completely exposed the disputes between the navy and the army, the imperial power and the parliament within Germany.

Keisha easily saw through all this, but unfortunately there was a considerable lag in the news.

In the time of the news transmission, I am afraid that there has been a storm on the mainland. And when the storm and storm gather, it is Ionia who is in danger of overthrowing.

Keisha's face was solemn: There is not much time left for me and the temple.