At the same time, on the east side of the Valoran continent, in the General's Mansion of the Immortal Fortress in the capital of Noxus.
The dim light of a candlestick was weak, mixed with a strange and evil red light.
A middle-aged man was wearing a simple black windbreaker and Noxian standard plate armor inside. The scars on it proved that it had been baptized by war.
The man sat in front of a round table with candlesticks on it, his right hand placed on his left, and his left hand tightly tucked into the hem of his coat.
His gray hair was combed back and reached his shoulders. His sword-like brows were slightly furrowed above his cold eyes, and his expressionless face was tightly tensed. He was silently flipping through a thick and historical book, showing the gentlemanly demeanor and temperament of a great nobleman.
After a while, as the windowsill of the house opened without wind, the middle-aged man turned his head and saw a raven with scarlet childlike eyes standing on the windowsill, tilting its head to look at him.
He frowned, swung his clothes with his left hand, revealing an arm made entirely of red light.
And that hand...
Rather than a hand, it's more like a twisted claw similar in appearance to a human left hand, a bird's claw...
Crow's claws.
As the man clenched his left hand slightly, the crimson magic light instantly covered the entire body of the raven standing on the windowsill.
But before he could take any further action, there was a knock on the door of the room.
The man withdrew his gaze from the windowsill, narrowed his eyes slightly, and a strange red light flashed in his childish eyes.
"Commander, General Darius requests an audience."
"I understand. Let him in."
The man put his left hand back under the hem of his coat, leaving no trace.
He thought for a moment, stood up, walked past the windowsill which had been closed again at some point, and walked quickly towards the side of the room where the fireplace was burning brightly without moving his eyes.
Not long after, there was another knock on the door, but it was even heavier than before.
The man took out a bottle of fine Ionian wine and poured it into the glass that had just been placed on the table. At the same time, he responded, "The door is unlocked. Come in."
The door was pushed open, and another middle-aged man with a strand of gray hair on each side of his black hair, exuding a strong aura of iron and blood, strode into the house.
He was wearing a specially made wide plate armor, which was also covered with battle scars embedded with indelible bloodstains, and a brand new red cloak was dragging behind him.
A faint smell of rust wafted through his plate armor, but he didn't seem to care at all.
"Would you like a glass of wine, Darius?"
Darius stood behind the man and said, "No, now is not the time to drink. I need to keep my head clear."
His voice was unusually firm and deep, as if every note contained an unquestionable meaning.
"What a pity! This is premium Ionian wine, purchased at a high price by the Lanster family from Piltover.
"If it were Delaiwen, he would definitely get drunk."
Lanster family...
When he heard the name, a fierce look flashed in Darius' eyes.
Because this family colluded with rebellious foreign members and attempted to overthrow the rule of the new commander-in-chief, they were assassinated and their property was confiscated by assassins sent by the Du Quocao family.
Normally, Darius hated pigs who rebelled against the empire the most, but the man in front of him who had also overthrown the rule of the former emperor, Brown Darkwill, was different.
The Hand of Noxus' duty is to serve the Empire, not the Emperor.
Under Darkwill's leadership, the empire went from bad to worse, especially during the tense period of the Ionian War, when it was almost on the verge of collapse.
If Jericho Swain had not overthrown the emperor's rule overnight and established the Trifarix Triumvirate, and issued the Trifarix Proclamation, he would have reorganized power, cracked down on the corrupt nobles, and led the empire back on track.
From now on, the name of the Noxian Empire will no longer exist.
"Jerico, I received news that the 37th Regiment led by Prescott actually ran away to Demacia. Was it your order?" Darius was silent for a moment and continued to ask.
"No."
Swain turned, looked Darius straight in the eyes, and uttered a single word.
Stared at by those scarlet childish eyes, Darius unconsciously felt a fleeting sense of suffocation, as if everything about him was exposed in front of him, leaving no privacy at all.
Swain is even more powerful...
Darius could sense the change in the man before him.
There was an indescribable feeling about him, as if something was distorted.
But no matter how carefully I observed, I couldn't find any clues.
Fortunately, we are in the same camp.
A chaotic stream of thoughts flashed through Darius's mind, making him feel quite sad.
"I thought you were sending Prescott to Demacia to get rid of him," Darius said, forcing a wry smile. "We can't keep the remnants of Darkwill around. They're like bombs past their expiration date; you never know when they'll explode."
"I will not send soldiers to die for no reason. They are a warband... There will always be other ways to deal with the remnants."
Swain's mind conjured up a vision of a former executioner from the Empire. "He was sent by the Pale Lady."
"The Black Rose again?" Darius's expression was solemn. "Because of them, we lost another regiment. Our situation was already bad..."
"Don't worry, everything is under control."
Swain thought for a moment, then waved to Darius, asking him to follow him back to the "study" where the bookshelves were placed.
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