Walking through the porch, covered with paintings of the Noxian rulers, Aslan followed Anonis into the last room of the corridor.

From noon to evening, and from evening to now, the night outside has fallen, the lights in the room are very dim, the faintly jumping candlelight has a vague and luxurious temperament, and the room with black and red tones of home with bronze utensils shows the unique nobility and power of Noxus in a low-key way.

However, all of Aslan's attention was on the Lady Annonis.

She walked quickly, the three-inch gold-threaded high heels came out of the vigorous and resolute taste, the long legs exposed between the side-slit skirts when she took steps were not covered by a trace of excess yarn, and the white skin was a bit dazzling in the dark corridor and dim light.

"What does it smell like?"

Aslan thought back to himself, the smell of this Lady Anonis was somewhat familiar to him, and he always felt that he had smelled it somewhere.

"My little Aslan, what's wrong with you?" Annones, who was walking in front, lifted the front skirt and looked back at her with a smile, "Don't be too nervous, treat this place as if you were at home." ”

"Thank you for your concern, I'm just a little uncomfortable with the dim environment." Aslan frowned slightly, he found a problem.

Under the scenery flowing between Anones's movements, a small rose was embroidered on the secret lining, which looked very inconspicuous, but quietly bloomed between the skirts.

It's like a deliberately unveiled landscape, and it appears unexpectedly.

Aslan paused, paused for a few seconds, and then continued to follow Anonis.

He remembered that the smell was exactly the same as that of the flower girl, and his eyes were somewhat similar, and vaguely, he also felt like he had caught something and disappeared in a flash...

"So I'll turn the lights up a little bit?" Anonise walked over and straightened Aslan's collar thoughtfully, then picked up the silver slender lamp for perfume on the silver plate, and walked over to light up the candle's fireworks.

After doing this, she turned her head and looked at Aslan with a pair of beautiful eyes full of meaning: "My little Aslan, enter the room; Why don't you sit down! ”

After the candle flame is lit, the halo is like a light veil on Anonis's long and delicate body, leaving an infinitely beautiful silhouette on the mirror by the wall, and the night breeze blows lightly, and the curtains flicker, sending a tempting fragrance of roses, which is strangely intoxicating.

"I'll just be standing."

"Obedient, sit!"

“... Be! ”

Aslan sat down at the table obediently.

Seeing Aslan sit down obediently, Anonis gestured, and Darkwell, who had been walking with her, melted into the mirror of the room like a shadow, and soon his oil portrait appeared in the mirror, exactly the same style as the murals hanging in the corridor outside.

The painting style of the whole room instantly became different at this moment, and Aslan felt his heart beat to his throat, and he became strangely violent.

He sat up straight, straightened his back, and put his hands on his knees, trying to make his expression as natural as possible, at least, to look natural and unhurried.

First of all, Madame Lestana and Soleanna were not related to him in the slightest, and the same was true of the lady in front of him.

And; In his memory, the impression of the Doge's mother was almost vague, if the lady Anonis in front of him was also a member of the Black Rose, what if his mother was very closely related to the Black Rose, or if Darkwell was actually a puppet controlled by LeBlanc?

Aslan mentally began to think back to the backstory between Black Rose and Darkwell, and then began to make bold guesses, he felt like he had figured out a little bit of context, but it was fleeting.

Why did Svein kill Darkwell and smash him to pieces on the throne entirely?

What does he want to prove?

Why did his coup d'état Du Quecao, the king's faction, not have any opposition?

It must be that Svein has some evidence, or that he has discovered the layout of the Black Rose, after all, Svein was also a pawn chosen by the Black Rose at the beginning, and now, it seems that it is his own.

Some of the things that don't make sense may be explained.

However, what he needs to do now is to complete the test in front of him first.

"Do you say it first or do I say it first?" Put down the lamp pick; Annones sat next to Aslan with an intimate attitude.

"You are an elder, so naturally you speak first."

Sitting there quietly, Aslan is very well-behaved, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is sitting upright.

"What a good boy, but also a smart child, the growth of children is always likeable, especially well-behaved children, do you say?"

"I think so." Aslan nodded.

"It seems that you have a good sense of me, and are you willing to recognize my existence?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because you are an elder, an elder, you cannot excuse yourself, this is what I learned from an ancient Ionian book, and I think it makes sense."

"You're so obedient, I like obedient good boys."

With that, Annones picked up the wine glass on the table, letting the bright red wine flow into the glass, and then she handed it to Aslan.

"I haven't learned to drink yet..."

Looking at the wine glass handed to him, Aslan hesitated, he was a little afraid that the wine was poisonous.

"That's right, good children can't drink." Annonis elegantly drank the wine in the glass, a few drops of wine dripped down the corners of her beautiful and moist lips on the placket, her slender white face was also dyed with a hint of crimson, she put down the wine glass and looked at Aslan, and took the initiative to take the plate to serve him with a dish.

Dinner was simple but luxurious, with lime and orange rosemary with roasted brown herring, beer-brewed roasted lamb shank, golden soft buns, rose-scented sherbet and malty toast.

Annones pushed the tray of food piled up in front of Aslan, and then looked at him with her cheeks back, "Children always have to eat when they go out, I don't want you to go back and make that bloody lady think that my girlfriend is unkind!" ”

The lady in front of him was talking a little riddler, but the potential information she revealed in this sentence Aslan understood, he thought about it, and relieved himself to pick up the knife and fork on the table and concentrate on the food on the plate.

"That's good!" Anonis sat next to him and pulled out a handkerchief, helping to cut the roast leg of lamb into neat pieces with a kitchen knife while she looked at it with a smile: "Have you guessed my identity?" I think you must have guessed it, we've met! ”

At this point, she even paused slightly, and Darkwell's ever-changing shadows reappeared in the room, "I can even tell you unequivocally that this archon is me..."

"Madame!" Aslan looked up and interrupted her, "Are you talking about things that I should know now!" ”

"Oh~~" Annonis immediately covered her red and small mouth with her hand, and then her beautiful eyes widened: "Oops; It's terrible... I showed you something you shouldn't know! ”

Aslan: "..."

It hadn't been more than five minutes since she sat down, and the lady was ready to see her.

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Everyone, don't keep books anymore, really, now is the critical moment to decide on the recommendation...