In the gladiatorial arena of Noxus, there is a profession known as the "Liquidator".

They fight each other in the arena, staking their blood for a test of strength, but no one is as sought after as Draven for his fancy prowess.

- Valoran Chronicles: Noxus, The Liquidator

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Coming out of the door of another room that looked more like an antique shop, LeBlanc walked quietly in the night with her hands on her lower abdomen, tucked herself under a black gauze burqa.

The night scene of Noxus is far less bright and lively than that of Bilgewater, and the night fog completely envelops the city, rendering all the scenery silent and solemn, and she walks alone in the dark lanes, like a moth that pounces on the lights without hesitation.

Among all the young people cultivated by the new generation of Noxus, Black Rose, Aslan is undoubtedly excellent, and his future is destined to be limitless.

And what about herself?

Thinking of this, LeBlanc had some doubts about whether his presumptuous and daring behavior like a moth was right or wrong.

But; She immediately thought of Aslan's alternate identity.

He is the son of Ancaria, the governor of the South, just as Black Rose used to manipulate Darkwell to power.

If Black Rose was able to make Darkwell the leader of the Order of Noxus, why couldn't she make Aslan, whom she had cultivated, the ruling leader of the entire Noxus!

This sudden thought in LeBlan's mind was so frightening that she thought it was too crazy, but it did carry a certain possibility.

Thinking of this, thinking of some possibility, her heart beat uncontrollably violently.

The nobility of Noxus, or most of the Noxians, looked down on the cowardly behavior of those who liked to use intrigue and intrigues, and at the same time, the Noxians were highly wary of their opponents and pale ladies who would play tricks, but they did not exclude their own use of these methods.

Everyone longs for the attention or help of the Black Rose, but everyone is afraid of the Black Rose, hates it, hates it, and still has to use it.

Now that she has such a plan, LeBlanc also understands that she will care more about Aslan in the future, and this child already has the expected value, so her focus will change in the future.

She followed the secret passage back to the room again, and when she walked out again, she had already changed her clothes, and her face had returned to her previous calm and graceful appearance, but the winter eagle that suddenly appeared on the window terrace of the room made her heart immediately filled with excitement and joy.

Her Aslan is back?!

In order to reconfirm the authenticity of this news, LeBlanc endured the fierce heartbeat, ran over quickly with her skirt, but slowly opened the letterhead with neat words written on the talons of the winter eagle, and looked at it word by word, for fear of missing any information.

Soon, her suspicions were confirmed, and her Aslan had returned.

It's going to Noxus in a few days.

LeBlanc's mind was on the verge of paralysis in an instant, and all the worries and fears in her heart were filled with joy in an instant!

"Oh my God! My little Aslan, my beloved Aslan, the little kitten I watched grow up, the Aslan who made me wander in the night, is finally coming back..."

As if thinking of something, she hurriedly whispered a few words to the Winter Eagle, and the incantation she uttered made the blue-crowned Winter Eagle, who had a little wisdom, glance at the happy human female, and then flapped her wings and flew away after revealing a speechless look.

I really don't know what this human woman is doing hiding so much meat on her chest and not eating it?

Waste!

The Winter Eagle was so fast that it disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye, and LeBlanc stood at the window and watched for a moment, and then, as if remembering something, walked out of his room again with his skirt in very quick steps.

"Mammon, Anrika, help me boil water, I want to bathe." She shouted as she walked, her tone soft and brisk, "Old Bonn, tell the kitchen at once to prepare a dinner party and welcome guests at any time." ”

Immediately after each corridor she walked, servants came out of their resting places and followed her, and the flow of people soon parted like butterflies at her command to the whole of the mansion, and then to their respective posts.

As she gave the order, she hurried to her bathroom, where the maids who followed her helped her remove her coat and liner her, untie her bun, and sprinkle rose petals in the bathtub or make incense.

When the last piece of clothing disappeared from her, LeBlanc slowly slipped into the bathtub, and she decided to take a good bath, thinking that Aslan was coming back, she subconsciously did so.

The servants of the mansion were also quickly dressed at the request of the chief maid, Mammon, and all of them were interested in the distinguished guests that LeBlanc had spoken, and no matter which family or the croonal had been in the past, they were now obliged to fulfill their servant obligations.

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Outside the Arch of Triumph in Noxus.

Aslan sat on the six-clawed beast, and behind him were Tonya, and six Winterclaw shaman warriors riding frostwolves, eight of them riding war beasts, walking directly down the rammed stone path towards the city.

The group marched very quickly, but as they marched along the main road of the Immortal Fortress to the city gates, Aslan was still under scrutiny.

A column of warbands dressed in dark red heavy armor with a three-round emblem on their chests stopped outside the inner city gate, and they saw Aslan and his retinue riding war beasts behind him from a long distance, and both sides were on guard.

Aslan instigated the Wild Claw Beast to step forward, but he also subconsciously asked everyone to prepare for battle, after all, in Noxus, martial and pragmatic and disobedience are the norm.

Sometimes it's not terrible to have a conflict, but it's a fear that you won't be able to win.

Freljord's man, who is also the type of person who does not accept it, saw Aslan order them to make a fighting stance, everyone held their weapons in their hands, and some of the shaman warriors riding on the back of the frostwolf each took out their heavy mallets, ready to release the beast soul spell at any time, and Tonya also drew her almost two-meter-long giant sword and dragged it.

The two sides came to a halt at a distance of a dozen paces, and Aslan soon heard a burst of heroic laughter coming from the crowd.

"Hahaha, don't come unharmed, little Aslan of the Baroness's family."

A man with two coquettish mustaches in an opulent outfit turned the whirling blade in his hand and shouted at Aslan.

It's Dravin, this rammed goods.

nmsl...

This is a beautiful Chinese saying.

However, when he saw him instead of Darius, Aslan breathed a sigh of relief for no apparent reason, and jumped out of the Claw Beast and walked in front of him.

"Every time I see your handsome demeanor, it makes me look sideways."

He walked forward, but he was also guarding against the crisis in the shadows, and began to be polite with a professional smile, "Why are you guarding the city gate again?" Punished by Darius again? Still out of money? ”

"What do you mean? Can you speak? Uncle Delevingne now..."

Draven glanced at Tonya and the warrior behind Aslan, subconsciously clenched the spiral blade in his hand, and saw that Aslan was polite to him, and he was also polite.