"Ancaria, my dear friend and colleague! Have you seen the lady ......? Ah, what a pity, I wanted to catch up with a few of you, but the current situation is a little unallowed, don't forget our friendship, or I'll be heartbroken......"

—Black Rose Sacrifice, Anonis

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"It's lazy..."

Like a tempting indulgence in a fragrant poison, this was Aslan's first impression of Lady Anonis.

Such a woman must have experienced the years of stumbling and precipitation, and then passed through the cellar like fine wine and was full of rhyme.

Although the young cherry-like woman is fresh and lovely, there is absolutely no unique style that has slowly precipitated.

After all, there is a process from innocence to charm, and not every change can be smooth, and similarly, not every flower can eventually bloom its own beauty.

But the moving lady in front of her with a goose egg face, with a plump body, eyes looking forward to affection, and an elegant twisting waist when walking, swaying out of a style.

She was like Madame Lestana, and Aslan felt the slightest force in his palm pinch her full of fragrance.

Now Darkwell is still the commander, he has the power to veto the decisions of others, and his current attitude is not really asking for the opinions of a few people, but expressing his own opinions, and several people here know it

Aslan also understands that a determined meeting to strictly assess his qualifications was first a meeting of recognition because he did not follow the routine, and the arrival of Anonis changed the original intention of this meeting.

Anonis walked into the room, and she immediately recognized Aslan who was holding Darkwell's hand at the moment.

Although the child's face had changed a little, the overall outline was still there, and she walked quickly in front of Aslan.

"Is that you, my little Aslan, do you remember me?" She hugged Aslan passionately, kissed his forehead, and took her into her arms, "I hugged you when you were a child, do you remember?!" ”

"Yes! I still remember! Lady Anonise! Aslan silently withdrew his grip on Darkwell's hand, and the mature lady hugged him, and he had to bend down and bow his head oppressed by fate.

"What ma'am, your tone is such a raw point!" Annones cleverly spotted some of the unnaturalness and detachment in Aslan's words, "Are you resenting me?" ”

"No, I was just a little surprised for a while, after all, a lot of memories have become blurry when I was a child." Aslan's tone was flat, "How could I not remember, you helped me scrub my body at my baptism, you gave me the first blessing of my life, although I have not seen it a few times, but this memory will always be remembered." ”

"Oh yes, you were a bad boy with snot bubbles and like to run around." Anonis said, crying silently!

She hugged Aslan so tightly that the tip of his nose was full of soft and greasy smell, and she choked up, "I was overwhelmed to know your mother's death, but I couldn't do anything at that time, and now that you've grown up, I hope you don't be jealous!" ”

The words were a little incoherent, and Annones's true feelings were revealed, not ashamed of her gaffe in the conference room, she just held Aslan's face and looked left and right:

"Oh my God! Isn't the food at Du Quecao's house not very good, or Madame Lestana didn't give you good food, why do you look so thin! ”

Du Kekao sat on the side and raised an eyebrow, but was silent about it, and Aslan was speechless.

The other people in the conference room held back the subtle emotions in their hearts and looked at them strangely.

"Well, Annonis, I think there's a lot of time to catch up, and now it's time to get down to business." Darkwell looked at Anonise, obviously his "lady" was a little out of shape on this occasion.

"What's the matter with my little Aslan's return to the family tree?" Annones looked at Darkwell, stood up and straightened her clothes, and then pulled Aslan to stand in front of him, "What else is there to discuss?" He's the only descendant of your line. ”

At this point, her words seem to be very obvious.

Several people, including Du Kekao, kept their mouths shut, and Madame Anonis's intervention had turned an official meeting into an internal family affair, at least Aslan's identity no longer needed to be proven.

"Little Aslan, can you call it that?" Annones looked at Aslan, "Please forgive your uncle, please forgive him for his incompetence, and if you need any compensation, let me come." ”

Darkwell sighed, he knew what his wife meant, she was much more politically sensitive than himself, he took a few steps forward, drew his longsword from Alani's hand, and pressed the spine of the sword against Aslan's shoulder.

Aslan got down on one knee at Darkwell's feet.

With his sword in hand, his gaze scanned around the room, and finally he turned to Du Kekao, "My general, do you have anything else to add?" ”

This time, Darkwell deliberately raised his voice, and his voice even reached the hallway outside, and he looked at Du Kekao, and then looked around at the others. "He's already a member of my family, what else does he need to prove to everyone?"

"A man who knows what kind of things to do in what situations."

Du Kekao sat up straight, "Commander, but before that, a simple reward is not enough to convince the public, Noxus is a country with martial arts, and the new prince still needs to show his value enough to win a gladiatorial battle of glory that belongs to him, so that it will be convincing, he won!" It was the glory of his life. ”

Du Kekao didn't say what would happen if Aslan lost, but everyone could hear what he meant.

"Kid! What do you mean? Darkwell looked at Aslan, "Tell me what you think." ”

Aslan knows that the most important moment has come, and his choices and the value he shows will determine his future status.

He knelt on one knee, then looked up at Darkwell, "As a man of the Ankaria family, I will not do anything dishonoring to the family, gladiatorial battles for glory are the tradition of Noxus, and it is also the only way to obtain glory, I will do my best..."

"Very well, if you succeed, then you will become the legal heir to all the property and honor of the late Governor Ankarya, and the moment you receive the honor, I will bestow upon you the title of Prince of Krexer!"

This was something he had already discussed with Du Kekao, but it was Annones who came up with the plan.

Raising the spine of his sword, Darkwell slapped Aslan on the shoulder a few times.

Crex?

Aslan was wondering where the area was.

Darkwell's movements shut everyone's mouths, and Darius glanced at Svein to see that he didn't say anything, and then looked down and indifferently counted the spikes on his armguards.

However, Draven was very excited, because the Glory Gladiator might be in his arena, and this was another opportunity for him to show off.

"Since you don't have any opinions, then this matter is settled, general, you can prepare for the gladiatorial battle of glory! Three months later, the ceremony added a touch of luster to the prince's canonization. ”

Du Kekao nodded, no expression on his face to tell what was going on in his mind.

Today was only a preliminary contact, but judging by Darkwell's attitude at the moment, Aslan felt that he had been prepared, and stood up in a daze, when he found Anones graciously holding his hand.

"Everyone, I've prepared a family dinner, how about you too?"

Glancing at Aslan, Annones invited several people in the conference room.

"No, ma'am, the military is busy, and the war in Freljord is imminent, and I can't get out of it at the moment." Du Kecao refused at first, and the others nodded.

As he spoke, the generals had already stood up, they had a lot of work to do, and the lady seemed to be inviting, but it was indeed a family feast, and they were not sensitive to such politeness, and did not want to waste time at all.

"What about you, little Aslan, you shouldn't also refuse an invitation from an elegant lady, if so, it would be too sad."

Annones looked at Aslan, her cat-like eyes showing a hint of subtle teasing.

"My little Aslan, I know you're coming today, but I've specially prepared a family feast for you, and after standing for so long, I think you should be hungry, and you're used to eating the food of the Baroness's house, and it's good to change your taste once in a while."

There are too many subtexts hidden in her words, and it is difficult not to misunderstand, but her identity makes people think deeply and dare not misunderstand.

Aslan knew that he had one more thing to hand over to Darkwell, which was his bargaining chip to get more capital, he thought about it and nodded.

"I haven't seen you for more than ten years, and I want to see a portrait of my mother, and I don't think you will refuse my request; Listen to the commander, the portrait is with you, right? ”

"I think so."

Taking Aslan's hand, Annonis narrowed her watery eyes and laughed quietly.

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You can look up the map and you'll know where Krexor is...

Hee-hee.