The lover's eyes are out of Xi Shi, and Xi Shi is ruthless in his eyes.

- Elise

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Elise's identity as a female spider is not simple!

This; Aslan knows it all too well.

Like many aristocratic women, most of them choose to marry at a marriageable age and quietly be a pampered noble lady, and the Kythera family, where Elise belonged hundreds of years ago, can be said to be one of the oldest bloodlines in Noxus.

When she reached marriageable age, she was courted by the heir of the Zaafan family, Bolhot, but this political marriage was a conspiracy that Black Rose had planned for many years, and Elise allowed herself to have enough capital, or looks, or wealth, and finally stepped into the upper circles, replacing her husband in the leadership of the family.

At the same time, she used a trick to kill Bolhot, who was a puppet, and then proved her worth at the Black Rose Rally and occupied a sacrificial seat.

However, the various sacrifices of the Black Rose, or the members of the core, often meet at specific times, exchange resources and exchange skills, and it is precisely this kind of interlocking strategy that weaves a complex web of weaving, and then secretly manipulates the upper nobles of Noxus to control the layout.

In this way, it is not impossible that Soleana and Elise are acquainted.

With the letterhead in hand, Aslan tidied up his clothes in the mirror and walked out of the room, casually glancing at the morning light outside, and went to the living room to find that Soleana was no longer there, and the sound of her talking to Lestana came from her room.

He thought for a moment, did not disturb the conversation between the two ladies, gave the sleeping Tonya a kiss, and walked out of the manor.

The morning light was faint, the thin dew condensed on the leaves in the garden, and Noxus was very quiet at this time.

Walking down the encircling corridor to the stables, Aslan found Carlos, the old butler of the Du Quecao family, already out of bed, and on the other side of the sand in his little garden, several dragon lizards were being domesticated in circles by the animal trainers.

Carlos Sr. has been the steward of Du Quecao's family since Aslan became his godson at the age of eight, and he was brought from the family by Soleana, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he grew up watching Aslan.

The old man had silver hair, but he was still in good spirits, he was taking care of a small cluster of sprouts with scissors in his hand, and his clothes looked meticulous, just like the flower he had carefully trimmed.

"Oh my God, who did I see, little Aslan, and you got up so early?"

"Good morning, old Carlos." Aslan greeted the old butler cordially.

"Good morning, Aslan." Old Carlos put away the scissors in his hand and made a chest salute to Aslan.

"I'm going to buy something for Madame." Aslan returned the salute and walked to the stable.

The stables of Noxus are different from Demacia's, not warhorses but dragon lizards.

"Wait a minute, I'll have someone get your carriage ready." When the elder Carlos had finished speaking, he turned and beckoned, and soon a servant came running and at his command to set the carriage in place, and at the same time put the necessary things in the carriage, and the coat of arms of the Du Quecao family was hung outside the carriage.

"Do you need someone to follow?" Old Carlos, who stood gracefully on the side, did not ask Aslan where he wanted to go, but only expressed his concern and left the choice to himself.

"I'm just going to take care of the little things, don't worry, old Carlo." Aslan smiled at old Carlos before getting into the wagon.

Twitching the reins, the dragon lizard pulled the carriage out of the manor with morning dew and cold, and crossed the straight street, and after a while, the figure of the Lettice Merchant was clearly visible in the mist.

Arriving at the place, Aslan slowed down, there was a lot of people outside the trading house, and there were already many servants waiting in the parking space dedicated to the carriage.

Seeing the arrival of the carriage of the Du Kecao family, the guard and waiter who was standing guard at the parking space first stepped forward to salute, and then immediately stepped forward with impeccable gestures and etiquette to help Aslan pull the open door; Others quickly brought out meat to calm the restless dragon lizard.

In Noxus, the more old aristocrats like to go out with a carriage, because it is very retro and tasteful, especially when going to a business house to highlight the identity of the pattern and tone, most people will hang the badge of the carriage very conspicuously, so that it is easy for people to distinguish some information through the family crest on the carriage, and the domesticated dragon lizard is also guarded, to a certain extent, to reduce some unnecessary troubles and twists and turns.

Savvy guards and service personnel usually follow the badges on the carriage to avoid offending those who shouldn't be offended, or to prioritize business.

Aslan stepped out of the carriage and pressed his top hat on his head, and the waiter standing at the door of the hall of the comptoir shrewdly recognized the badge of the carriage that had just driven by, and also looked at him as he stepped out of the carriage.

"What a handsome sir."

The waiter at the door subconsciously admired, his eyes staring at Aslan who was approaching.

Piltover's fashion style is always at the forefront of the region.

Aslan was dressed in a black woolen coat, the neckline of the shirt was tied with a silk scarf, the gold pocket watch chain exposed on the black waistcoat shone brightly as he walked, the collar of the woolen coat turned out at random and the folds on the top hat were natural, and the silver hair showed a different kind of noble gentleman's elegance.

In particular, those blue eyes look involuntarily intoxicating.

The waiter standing at the door looked at it like this, as if he had forgotten the greeting.

"Good morning, ma'am, I'm here to buy something."

"Uh...... Good morning, please come with me. The indulgent smile on the face of the waiter standing in the doorway immediately retracted, and she reacted immediately, knowing what she should be doing now, and she then guided Aslan into the hall.

"Hello, what kind of goods do you need?" Finally remembering her business, the waitress immediately asked Aslan.

Aslan pulled out the letterhead in his hand and raised it, "I need to find your director." ”

"Come with me, then." After the waitress finished speaking, she led the way, and the coat of arms of the Du Kecao family had already indicated the identity of the person in front of her, and she nodded and walked to the second floor with Aslan.

Aslan followed behind her, the tight uniform and long skirt of the messenger in front of her outlined the beautiful and curvaceous hip line, and the just right plump chest and waist exuded the mature charm unique to women of this age.

This is a gentle and beautiful big sister.

As if sensing the gaze, the waiter leading the way in front of him glanced back at him with a slightly red face.

Aslan looked up at her as well.

"You're beautiful." He said with a smile, with appreciation in his eyes.

"Handsome sir, if this were not harassment, I think I would thank you for the compliment."

The atmosphere was slightly awkward, and walking with Aslan made the waitress a little uncomfortable, but she was soon freed from this embarrassment and embarrassment.

Compared with the hustle and bustle on the first floor, the jazz celebrities and nobles on the second floor showed a noble temperament, Aslan squinted and looked around, no one looked at him, and he didn't meet any acquaintances.

Walking up the circular staircase, the semicircular corridor decorated with brass is covered with frescoes, and the candles on the silver lampposts seem to be specially made, burning with a fresh fragrance, as if to highlight the sense of history and vicissitudes, a large number of furniture and decorations are deliberately worn, and the corners are also properly worn, showing a mottled taste of time.

Heading down the circular hallway, Aslan quickly entered a box.

"You can wait here, and a higher level waiter will receive you soon." The waiter who took Aslan upstairs made black tea for him, said in a slightly regretful tone, and also brought out a beautifully cut unknown fruit and put it on the table, "During the waiting period, if you have any requests, please just ask, you can also call me at any time." ”

"Thank you." Aslan nodded.

In the room on the top floor, a woman shook the wine glass in her hand, the little spider crawled on her palm, countless transparent silk threads stretched around her, she put the wine glass down, as if she felt some special mark and looked up.

"There's cute little things coming up..."

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