Lone Wolf of the Freljord

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"Nice job." Swain applauded Lothar as soon as he saw Lothar come in. "Thank you for protecting the [Hand of Noxus] for the Empire."

"I don't need your applause." Lothar sat down in front of Swain, "How could Mo Teng get mixed up with Black Rose?"

"How would I know?"

"I thought you knew everything."

"There is no such person, if I really know everything..." Swain smiled, "The whole world has been planted with the flag of Noxus. And compared to you who can overlook the earth from the sky , I may not know more than you."

"Humph." Lothar was disdainful in his heart. Although the sun and the moon were basically equivalent to his eyes in the sky, although the sun and the moon could see a very wide area, they could not see the secret events that were deliberately concealed, such as It is a secret organization like the Black Rose that Lothar knows very little about. With Swain's ability, it is easy to deceive Lothar from doing something.

"Then I want to ask you three questions, you better know each of them." Rosa said.

"I must know everything." Swain was sincere.

"First, tell me all about Karthus."

Swain took out a file from the drawer and put it in front of Lothar: "Here is what you want, there are all records of Karthus joining the Order of Kindred, to the time he swept away the treasure of the Order. "

Lothar took the file directly, and didn't mean to check it now. He knew that Swain would not perfunctory him with some useless things: "Second question, when I came to Noxus for the first time, you sent Did Caterina's father, Du Quecao, kidnap me because you already knew who I am?"

"I am a person who likes to read history, and I often read history." Swain tapped his fingers lightly on the table, "It is interesting that I have seen a familiar face in many historical records. "

"Is it possible that there are still paintings in the history books you read?"

"Most historians naturally don't know how to draw... It's just... I read history, and I don't read books."

"Then through what"

"That's a question."

"Stingy old man." Lothar scolded him in front of Swain.

Swain was not angry, and continued: "In short, I have seen many major events in the past that changed the course of history, all of which involved the same person's face, the face of an Ionian man..."

Lothar understood what Swain meant, and he was silent for a while: "The third question, you sent Katarina to go to the Freljord to go with Ashe, and you haven't concealed this action, what is the purpose?"

"You really want to know about this?" Swain asked with a smile, "The last question, don't you want to ask other things? For example... Why did I change from a crippled old man to such a powerful man and vast knowledge."

"You don't have to tell me, I can probably guess." Lothar lowered his voice, "It has something to do with Rorschach, right?"

Swain laughed silently.

"Maybe this incident of Mo Teng's assassination of Darius is also because of you helping the pale lady to connect." Lothar sneered.

"How could that be?" Swain waved his hand quickly, "Dreaus is my friend, and the black rose is my enemy. Why should I help the enemy and hurt the friend?"

"To test my current strength, or to tie me to Noxus by the pale lady's hand, who knows?"

"You think too much."

Lothar didn't continue the topic. He knew that Swain wouldn't tell the truth: "Quickly answer my third question, why did you send Katarina to approach Ashe?"

"To help you."

"Help me." Lothar frowned. "Help me with what?"

"I can't help you if I tell you."

"Don't play dumb with me."

"What I said is true." Swain restrained his smile, "You should go back to the Freljord, then you will naturally understand that if I lied to you, you are welcome to bring your wife's tribe The army has come to attack Noxus."

Lothar gave Swain a deep look. "You better know what you're doing."

"Each each other."

Lothar took the file and left Swain's office. In the corridor of the Immortal Fortress, Lothar saw a man covered in clothing.

Tri-Fali, a member of the trio of councils, the faceless man.

The clothes he was wearing were too thick to tell his gender and body shape. He was slowly walking towards Swain's office, the mask was facing straight ahead, and it was impossible to tell if his eyes were looking. Losa.

Lothar watched the Faceless man walk past him, suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his wrist.

The Faceless turned slowly, the mask facing Lothar.

Lothar hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you... know me?"

The faceless man was motionless, silent.

Lothar sighed in his heart, let go of the Faceless Man's hand, and turned to leave.

The Faceless Man stared at Lothar's back for a long time, and said in a small voice that no one could hear: "Farewell, Luo Thirty."

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There has always been doubt about the identity of the Faceless.

People were only told that the Faceless Man was Swain usurping the country, and after reconciling with the nobles, he was pushed out by the nobles and represented the interests of the nobles in the three-member council.

But what kind of person can simultaneously represent the interests of Noxus' huge aristocratic group?

Many people suspect that the Faceless is related to the mysterious Black Rose organization, but this is only limited to rumors.

Others said they had stumbled upon the faceless man's pale skin.

- Noxus Political Talk

first chapter accident

Samira woke up from her dream.

"Ah... my head hurts..." Samira pressed her head and got up from the bed, "Where am I..."

Samira looked around and found herself in a familiar place.

"Captain! Captain, are you there!" Sami shouted at the top of her voice.

"Don't be noisy!" A woman's voice stopped Samira from drinking, "I'm making you sober soup!"

"Hehe." Samira laughed twice, lay back on the bed, and thought for herself, "Why am I so drunk... um... I went to drink after leaving Darius' mansion last night... Strange, How come I have no memory of drinking?"

The door to the room was opened, and a woman in a wheelchair entered the room with a bowl of hot soup in her hands.

The woman's face was resolute, and there seemed to be many injuries on her body. At first glance, she was from the military.

"My dear Captain Indali." Samira smiled at the woman. "Thank you for the hangover soup you cooked for me. You are truly the best captain in the world."

"Don't be sloppy." Indali handed the hangover soup to Samira. "You are too old, and you can still drink unconscious in the tavern. Sooner or later, you will die on the wine table."

"That's not good. If you want to die, you have to die in battle." Samira smiled, and then said strangely, "But I don't have any memory of going to the pub to drink at all. After I left Darius' place yesterday, I didn't know anything. remembered."

"You've stopped drinking, what else could it be for?" Indali urged, "Drink it quickly, it's a waste if it's cold."

Samira blew the hot steam of the soup and took a sip: "It's strange that I can drink a piece with my alcohol capacity... Could it be..."

"Could it be something?"

"No, it's nothing." Samira continued to drink the soup, she wondered if it was because of the fierce battle in her dream last night that she was a little tired.

"But... qi..." Samira felt an unprecedented power surging in her body, it was "the spirit of bravery", although it is still very weak, it does exist, according to Lothar Said, once Samira is in danger, it will be inspired.

"Getting qi won't make my alcohol level lower, right? Is that a profit or a loss?" Samira didn't tell Indari about the anger. It's a bit mysterious, and Samira planned to wait until she was familiar with it. Let's talk for a while.

After drinking the understanding wine soup, Samira put the soup bowl aside: "Thank you, Captain, but this time the task of guarding Darius is completed, where can I get the reward?"

"In the immortal fortress." Indali said.

"What? Why are you there?"

"Because the client is Commander Swain." Indali took the soup bowl and turned the wheel of her wheelchair to leave. "Go today, maybe the Commander will give you a medal of honor or something."

"I don't want it, I want money." Samira got out of bed and saw that her equipment in the corner of the room was cleanly packed, and the gun body and sword body were polished and shiny.

Samira checked the chamber of the gun and the sword, and the bullets and black powder were all fully loaded.

"Thank you, Captain! Help me organize my equipment!" Samira shouted, holding up her sword, "I'll treat you to dinner when I get the money back!"

"Go back quickly!" Indali replied.

Samira walked in the direction of the immortal fortress in a good mood: "Damn, why did you forget to ask where that fellow Lothar lives last night, and I want to invite him to dinner tonight, go and ask the commander, who is he? The person in command, he must know."

Samira felt itchy at the thought of the man who seemed to have a lot to talk about. She wanted to dig out all of Lothar's secrets.

Samira came to the Immortal Fortress playing a little tune, and the guards seemed to have received the notice that she would come.

To Samira's surprise, even when she was meeting with the highest authority in the country, no guards came to take away her weapons, and she could go to the temple with a gun and a sword.

"It's the first time I've come to the audience hall since that idiot emperor died... I had to be searched when I saw that idiot emperor before..." Samira suddenly thought.

But Samira also realized one thing, not needing to take away weapons does not mean that the security measures of the immortal fortress have weakened.

Rather, it means that the person she's about to meet doesn't need such safety measures at all.

After Darkwill's death, many things in Noxus have changed. Even the appearance of the audience hall is not quite the same as before. There are three seats in front of the empty throne, and one person sits each.

"Welcome, Samira." The white-haired old man looked at her with a smile.

It was not the first time for Samira to see Swain, but every time she saw him, Samira had a sense of relief, and it was difficult for even her to scatter in front of this old man.

On both sides of Swain sat Darius and the Faceless. Samira didn't look at the Faceless. She didn't like these guys who were talking about their heads and hiding their tails, but Darius looked at them energetically. Looks good.

"Looks like we really succeeded in driving away his nightmare." Samira thought.

"Your mission is well done, this is your reward." Swain raised his hand lightly, and a guard brought a silver voucher directly to Samira.

After seeing the numbers above, Samira immediately smiled and said, "Thank you, Commander! You can come to me if you have any work!"

"Actually, you can return to the army." Swain said to Samira, "The empire is employing people, so returning to the army is a good way out."

"Thank you for the kindness of the commander, but it is still waived." Samira waved, "I still like to indulge in a little life. I can't bear to practice with the army every day."

Swain didn't reluctantly, he nodded: "Is there anything else? You can retire if you have nothing to do."

"There's one more thing." Samira said, "You also sent a mage named Lothar for this mission, right? I want to know where he lives, but I forgot to ask him, I want to ask him out for a drink. ."

"Drinking" Swain smiled slightly, "Could it be that you like him?"

"Haha, you're really joking." Samira smiled, "I admire him very much, and I'm just... good friends with him, that's right, good friends."

"I didn't lie..." Samira thought to herself, "I did have a relationship with him."

"Okay, come here, I'll tell you quietly." Swain waved to Samira.

Samira leaned in front of Swain, the old man's face was close to her ear, just as he was about to say something, a mutation suddenly occurred.

The great sword behind Samira suddenly vibrated violently, and Samira hurriedly looked back, seeing that her great sword was trembling frantically as if it had come to life.

"Damn it!" Samira quickly realized the crisis, "Black powder!"

Her great sword is filled with black powder, a powerful but extremely unstable gunpowder that is very vulnerable to external influences, and accidental explosions are common.

But how could Samira think that it will be fried sooner rather than later.

Samira hurriedly wanted to throw the big sword out. It exploded at this distance, and the power of the black powder was enough to kill the entire audience.

Samira's "courageous spirit" suddenly activated, her speed became extremely fast, and she took off the big sword from her back almost instantly.

But it was still too late for Samira. She didn't have time to throw the great sword out of the audience hall. When the hilt was still in her hand, she saw the sparks bursting from the body of the sword.

"It's over." Samira thought.

A scarlet arm suddenly crossed Samira's side and grabbed the blade tightly.

Countless crimson magic powers like lightning suddenly wrapped the great sword, and Samira's great sword instantly turned into powder, but the power of the explosion was sealed in the crimson magic power.

Samira looked back and saw that the owner of the crimson arm was Swain.

"It's very dangerous." Swain still had a smile on his face. "I heard that you are a crazy mercenary. I didn't expect to hide the black powder in the sword. It's really crazy."

Samira was stunned. The huge explosion that might have caused a tragedy was actually resolved by this old man in a lighthearted manner?

Swain waved his hand to let the rushing guards retreat, and he said loudly: "It's just an accident, she's not an assassin, otherwise she wouldn't want to throw the big sword out."

After speaking, Swain turned around and patted Samira's shoulder: "Black powder is a good thing, but it must be used with caution, you should step back."

Samira was invited out of the audience hall with a blank look on her face, and the appearance of Swain's efforts to prevent the explosion just now was deeply imprinted in her mind.

"Is this the strength of the Great Commander..." Samira sighed, "So strong..."

It wasn't until she walked out of the immortal fortress that Samira suddenly slapped her forehead: "Damn it! Forgot to ask him where Lothar lives?"

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See you in the hall.