One conspiracy, two conspiracies, three conspiracies; A big net.

one rose, two roses, three roses; A garden.

- LeBlanc, "Conspiracy"

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It took Aslan a few minutes to finally recall the incomparably twisted cube word information like a claw crawl in his mind from beginning to end.

Judging by the handwriting, it is supposed to be written by Madame Lestana herself, and the style between the lines seems to be that she is using her right hand, which is not very good at holding a pen, but it is also possible that it was deliberate.

Aslan thought back to what he knew about the background, to be precise, Svein's information about Noxus before the establishment of the council.

In the former Noxus, the only ruling party, the Order Party, controlled everything here, Burnham Darkville established the Order Party 20 years ago, he killed the leader of the Shadow Society at the time, Aydok, unified the chaotic Noxian political scene, and became the Grand Commander.

Or, to put it another way, he used the power of the Black Rose to end the chaotic Noxian politics and sit in the position of Grand Commander under the impetus of LeBlanc.

However, with the defeat of the Ionian War, the contradictions within Noxus gradually became apparent, and the balance between the four party leaders of the Supreme Commander Burnham Darkville, the Grand General Du Kao, the Strategist Commander Svein, and the Governor of the Southern Administrative Province Ankaria was broken.

The accumulated contradictions gradually burst out.

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The warm currents of the sea of conquest from the south landed along the shores of the southern provinces, and when night approached, the bloody sunset reflected the cold iron-black walls inside and outside the immortal fortress like ghosts, and on the blue-brown streets, clusters of lights filled the countless dark brown rooftops, flooding the entire city.

LeBlanc looked away from the scenery outside the window, and for a moment he was in a trance.

The defeat in the Battle of Ionia has gradually shaken the political situation in Noxus, but it has also made her keenly aware that the new situation is the best chance to realize the ambitions of the Black Rose.

And her current avatar, on the surface, is one of the main sacrifices of the Black Rose, and a close friend of the first lady of the empire, the bloody baroness Farice Noradei, but in fact this is only one of the characters who hides her true identity.

As the mysterious Pale Lady, she had already calculated everything, and choosing to cultivate Aslan was a plan she had been planning since more than ten years ago.

How much voice Black Rose can gain in the nascent Noxus will affect Black Rose's interests to a certain extent, and what she is worried about is how much such an opportunity with a huge crisis can bring her.

Before the entire Noxus was under the rule of Darkwell, although the development of Black Rose was smooth, but Darkwell did not give Black Rose the greatest right to speak, but there was a certain degree of containment, LeBlanc saw the opportunity and was ready to take the opportunity to support new speakers after solving Darkwell.

In fact, the outcome of this war was also expected by her, and most of her plans were carried out normally, but the only variable was Svein.

The Strategist did not disappear into the war, but reappeared after a period of hibernation, which made LeBlanc smell a crisis.

Slowly the seal prayed, and LeBlanc closed the window with the crisp clash of beads, and sorted out her posture in front of the mirror, and then a soft brow and a smile appeared on her face, and then she put on a black robe, used the shadow energy to change her physical appearance, and walked out of the secret door of the room.

After a few moments of walking underground, and then through a few alleys, she stopped in front of a small building with a dim gas lamp, and after she raised her hand and made the seal in place, she escaped into the shadows and walked to the small building and knocked on the door, where she could clearly see the eaves of her mansion.

The place where the Black Rose met was just one alley away from where she lived.

The old wooden door creaked open, and a woman in a black robe, wearing a veil and carrying an oil lamp, came out, and the light reflected her beautiful face.

"Good night, close friend, praise to the Pale Lady, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Good night, praise lady!" LeBlanc also nodded in greetings as well, and then greeted the woman who greeted her.

It was a very rustic little building, which could be found almost everywhere in Noxus, but everything inside had a sense of oldness and sedimentation, and a little decadence, and LeBlanc and the women who greeted her made their way up the winding brass staircase to the mirror standing in the attic.

In the mirror is her own shadow.

Dressed in a silk weave with a dark purple color that seemed to have inexplicable strength, the grace of the posture was so breathtaking, that none of the priests who participated in the assembly could have imagined that the pale lady they worshipped stood among them.

LeBlanc looked at her figure in the mirror, carefully observing her surroundings out of the corner of her eye, and mentally organizing her language to control her speech in the mirror.

"Soleana, my sacrifice, why didn't little Cassiopeia come?"

Her words made the woman standing at the front of the line with the lantern look up, she looked in the mirror, and the seal made a prayer, the expression on her face became solemn and slightly nervous, "According to your edict, Cassiopeia's trip to Shurima went well, but the result was a little off. ”

"A slight deviation?"

"Yes, ma'am, Cassiopeia's mission has deviated slightly, and although she has brought back the holy relics, it has also led to very serious consequences."

"And what about my little Aslan? Lestana; I don't think you're going to tell me any more bad news? ”

LeBlanc controlled her figure in the mirror and groaned for a moment, then looked at herself disguised as Lestana.

Then she hesitated slightly, and walked to the sacrificial procession with a brass lantern.

"My lady, according to your orders, I am here for this today."

The moonlight was dim, and there were a few more black-robed women in the room who were standing quietly holding brass lanterns.

They looked different, but the aura of all of them was very harmonious, and there were five figures, but they felt like the same person.

The orange light, the brass and glass lampposts exude a dim and vague luxury, and the figures in the room reflect the winter light, and the bronze and dark purple tones are always the best way to show the taste of nobility and power in the understate.

At each meeting of the Black Rose, the priests always showed their most amazing side, the black lace stockings under the dress, the corset and the bandeau put the fullness and beauty of their bodies in a subtle degree of temptation, the long legs were not covered by a trace of excess veil, and the white legs and flesh were dazzling in the lamplight.

Plump, breasts, moist, buttocks, each has its own merits.

Coupled with the lanterns they were carrying in their hands and the black gauze robes shrouded, this gathering had a bit more enchanting flavor.

LeBlanc bowed forward with the lamp, and all the other priests looked at her, of course they knew what Aslan meant to the lady, and they knew why the pale lady cared so much.

After all, since the child fell to the ground, the concerned eyes of the lady have never been broken.