"You can try."

There was no emotion in Jarvan IV's voice, as if the coldest ice in the world was not as cold as his voice.

"whispering sound……"

Prescott spat inwardly, rubbing his chin for a moment with his hand in the cold iron glove.

Two strongholds of several hundred people were inexplicably wiped out, and the soldiers in one of the camps seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth, their whereabouts unknown.

He didn't believe that his subordinates would desert the battlefield, which was a big taboo. According to the practice of Darius, the Hand of Noxus, those who retreated would be beheaded to restore morale.

This is still the border of Demacia, and they have nowhere to escape to.

Besides, even the Bloody Lady Faris Noradi and her subordinates from the Dark Legion are missing, and it is very likely that they met with an accident.

In addition, the strangeness of these two incidents directly caused his regiment to lose more than half of its members, making it almost impossible for it to compete with the Demacia army.

Just as he was about to order a withdrawal... she arrived.

Prescott glanced at the woman beside him out of the corner of his eye.

Recalling the scene of that day, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat and was still frightened.

This middle-aged lady, with bloodless, pale skin and an elegant demeanor, somehow managed to avoid the layers of guards and appeared silently in his tent.

She did not reveal her name, but simply stood there, as if blending into the environment, a mirror-like feeling. Her cold temperament made Prescott tremble and feel an inexplicable fear.

At that time, the woman held a black rose emblem in her hand, conveying the order from the top:

Exchange the captured Captain Ted of Prince Jarvan IV's personal guard for 30 prisoners of war captured by Demacia.

Prescott was puzzled as to why the Black Rose issued this order, but since he was once a royalist, he estimated that it would not be long before he would be liquidated by the new Grand Commander Swain, so he had to seek the protection of the Black Rose.

But at what cost…

Prescott shook his head, not shifting his gaze from the distant Demacians. He lowered his voice and asked the noblewoman beside him, "What should we do? Do we really want to trade Ted with them?"

He was very hesitant.

He led this warband to Demacia without Jericho Swain's consent.

According to Noxian law, the commander will be beheaded in public for sending troops out without permission and not following military orders.

Unless it can be offset by outstanding military achievements.

Being able to capture the captain of Prince Jarvan IV's personal guard alive, although it cannot make up for his mistakes or save his position as general, at least it can save his life.

Of course, this is just Prescott's wishful thinking.

Who knows if Swain will regret his statement of sparing the lives of the old nobles as long as they surrender?

"In exchange with them, we have no use for Ted." The lady said in a cold voice without changing her expression.

"Useless?! Are you crazy? 30 soldiers are no match for a captain of the Demacia Royal Guard!"

Prescott almost couldn't hold it in and said this with gritted teeth.

"I clearly told you that we needed at least a hundred prisoners to exchange for Ted, and you didn't even use his value!"

The lady just glanced at him lightly, and the look with an indescribable meaning made him feel terrified.

"It seems that you have forgotten your place." She shook her head and said, "It is you who needs Black Rose's help, not Black Rose who needs you. We don't need a dog that can't be tied up."

Prescott clenched his fists, veins popped out on his forehead, and his teeth were so tightly clenched that they seemed about to bleed.

When he was out of power, he had suffered even greater humiliation than he was now experiencing.

But this was the first time he had been insulted like this since he became the general of Noxus.

call--

Stay calm...

Prescott took a deep breath. "So, our purpose today is to exchange a more important person for 30 insignificant prisoners?"

"No." The lady uttered only one word lightly.

A strange color flashed in her deep eyes, and her gaze passed over Jarvan IV behind the shield formation in the distance, paused briefly on Shyvana, and then looked at Li Lin who was also looking at her.

The corner of the lady's mouth curled up into a smile, "That young man is very interesting. Our main goal is actually to observe him."

Jarvan IV had once again urged an exchange of prisoners, and Prescott responded casually with a hint of urgency on his face.

Afterwards, he sent more than ten people to follow the other side to check on the situation of the Noxian prisoners, and asked others to bring out Ted who was imprisoned in the side room.

"He doesn't look like a Demacian," he added to the lady.

"He is a famous figure in Piltover, known as Li Lin, a 'genius craftsman' and a 'pioneer of the future.'"

"Li Lin? I think I've heard of this name. The two-wheeled bicycle used in our army was invented by him... In order to obtain the manufacturing rights, Noxus has to pay a hefty patent fee every year.

"But why would he collude with the Demacians? Piltover is a neutral city-state!"

The lady fell into silence for a long time again. It was not until the 30 prisoners were escorted into the village that the expression on her face changed slightly, as if she sensed something.

Then, without saying a word, she turned and left without looking back.

"Wait! Where are you going?"

Prescott was a little anxious and wanted to catch up with the lady, but he couldn't abandon his men.

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