Some people think that they can arrange fate, but why is it not the arrangement of fate?

- Svein

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"What a good young man, that place is not for ordinary people to go, you are as bold as your mother, her death has always been a pain in my heart..."

Burnham Darkwell seemed to be caught up in some memory, and only spoke after a while, and showed his concern at the right time, but whether he really cared about Aslan, or whether he had some other purpose, perhaps only he knew.

"Commander, the dead are gone, the living are like this," Aslan said in a sad tone as he spoke, "Having said that, I haven't seen my mother yet. ”

"It was indeed my negligence." A hint of anger appeared on Darkwell's face, and he shouted to his squire, "Alani, do you remember that cloth-covered painting that has been hanging in my room?" Get it for me. ”

"But, my lord, the painting has long since been taken by Madame Anonis."

A girl trotted to her knees in front of Darkwell, her voice trembling and trembling.

"What is she going to do with it, at such a critical moment." Darkwell stood up directly from his chair, walked over and took Aslan's hand affectionately, "You should really go and see the portrait of your mother, how similar you two are, seeing you, I have a lot of deep memories in my heart." ”

Maybe it's old, maybe it's because he has no heirs behind him, Darkwell looked at Aslan, this kid made his senses very good, and there was more sadness in his heart for no reason, and it brought back a lot of memories from the past.

"Commander, I—" Aslan choked his words, his nose soured, and tears almost burst out of his eyes.

"Still called the Commander? You should call me uncle. Burnham Darkwell looked at Aslan, his tone and attitude were full of kindness, "Didn't you see that I was wearing my regular clothes today?" ”

"Uncle?"

This word made the mood and eyes of the few people in the meeting room who were watching silently strange.

Darkwell is old, and he is now paving the way for the future, maybe he is trying to divert attention, or Aslan is just a bait that he has put out at the tip of the knife, but in this state of affairs, it is clear that his purpose has been achieved.

Aslan's multiple identities seem to have been used very well to stabilize the situation.

As a descendant of Ancaria, Aslan not only has the right to claim the South, but also his presence can stabilize the mood of the rebellion of the people in the South, after all, most of the people killed in the Battle of Ionia are Southerners, in order to stabilize their emotions, Darkwell needs to express it, so as to give those Southerners a thought.

Similarly, as Darkwell's nephew, Aslan can also stabilize the mood of the royal power and royalists, at least without worrying that Darkwell has no successor, and these nobles are secretly plotting to raise the dagger in their hands or find the next family.

What's more, Aslan is also Du Kecao's godson, which can also stabilize the restless hearts of some military nobles, and the connection between the two families of Darkwell and Du Kecao will be even closer.

A prince title that doesn't have much real power, at least can stabilize the current three-way relationship in Noxus and buy himself a lot of time, Darkwell feels that he is making money.

One Aslan, so that everyone has a bright future.

The eyes of several people in the room flickered, especially Svein, who felt that he had overlooked an extremely important issue, and that was Aslan's identity.

Although Ram knows a lot of secrets, it seems that it has not yet discovered any information related to Aslan, which makes him extremely curious.

Originally, it was a meeting to test Aslan's ability and vote on his identity, but now because of Darkwell's ambiguous attitude, it has become an occasion for his uncle and nephew to recognize their relatives, perhaps Darkwell did it deliberately, but Du Kekao did not say that others did not dare to have an opinion for the time being.

Probably, the only one who was happy was the brutal Southern Overseer Andari.

"Commander, I think it's time to make a decision." Duke Kao glanced at Aslan, then at Darkwell, who was acting.

Darkwell came to his senses! "Ah...... Right...... It's time to vote, General. ”

Aslan has been paying attention to Darkwell's expression, grabbing his hand through grief and choking, after all, once there is danger, Darkwell in front of him is his best hostage, but his "affectionate" behavior looks like a child's unstable heart in Darkwell.

Although he was quick-witted, insidious and ruthless when he was young, he always had some emotional emotions inexplicably.

"Uncle!" Aslan looked at Darkwell, holding his hand tightly, and his eyes were already slightly red as he spoke: "I want to see my mother, even if it's a portrait, please fulfill my humble wish." ”

Darkwell was silent, and Aslan's uncle made him feel sorry for him.

Overdone.....

He was hesitating when the sound of "click" high heels stepping on the marble floor sounded in the corridor outside.

The fragrance was not strong, even light, and Aslan felt that it was a bit like the roses he had smelled that day, giving people an indescribable wonderful feeling.

"Dark, where's my little Aslan, where is he?"

Everyone in the conference room immediately sat upright, and the blood-colored guards standing in the dark of the hallway also silently hid in the shadows, until the sound of their heels hitting the floor became clearer and clearer......

"I just spent a little time putting on my makeup, what is the meeting that makes you so urgent?"

Ten seconds later, a figure appeared in everyone's sight.

Aslan's gaze also rested on the woman who walked into the conference room.

She wore a long red and black woolen dress, the hem of the long skirt dragged to the ground, her figure was plump, her plump breasts and buttocks looked graceful, in addition to the long skirt, she was also draped in a blood-colored hat, her cloud-like bun seemed to be Ionian's style, and her ears were hung with two dark gold earrings that swayed like snakes.

Other than that, she has no other ornaments on her body, she wears them very simply, but her plump and undulating body has a sense of charm.

Where should we have seen it.

A thought popped into Aslan's mind.

The woman in front of her, the figure is the kind of well-proportioned to the extreme, the white and greasy skin can pinch out the water, the movements between the walks are elegant and atmospheric, the stride is as elegant as flowing clouds, and there is a kind of nobility and mature beauty inside and out, but also a little ruthless and resolute.

It's just that Aslan has a vague feeling, and he seems to have seen this kind of breath somewhere.

Especially this woman's eyes, that kind of look, it's just that he can't remember where it is for a while!