Eldred walked to the center of the room and lit the oil lamp with the tinder on the table, illuminating the small underground space that smelled of sewer.
The walls in the room were not smooth, and it was obvious that they were hammered out one by one.
There was only a table, a chair, and a small locked wooden box. There was not even a bed, just a thin mattress on the messy thatch in the corner.
In the other corner opposite it, there was a small gap covered by a thin iron baffle. The sound of dripping water could be heard from time to time, and it was connected to the sewer under the Crown Guard Mansion.
"I'll arrange for you to leave the city."
Eldred had a look of disgust on his face, and it was obvious that he hated the dirty environment and the sewer-smelling stench here.
However, because he was facing away from the goalkeeper, Fabriche did not see it.
"I've heard you say this at least 30 times these days, Eldred," Fabriche said in a cold voice. "You're already in a state of collapse. We've completely failed."
"No!" Eldred slammed the table, turned his head with red eyes, and lowered his voice, "We still have a chance..."
Fabrice looked at him for a moment, then sneered and shook his head, "Are you scared?"
"What did you say?!" Eldred became even more agitated. "How dare you..."
"A few days ago, you were second only to the king, above everyone else. You relied on the Crown Guard family and the special status of the Demon Hunters to do whatever you wanted. But now, you are as pitiful as a stray dog."
Eldred's eyes widened, the veins on his forehead bulged, and he was obviously very angry.
"Isn't this still your fucking problem?!" He roared, not worrying at all that his voice would be heard by those above him.
"Although I thought about letting Silas lead the mages in an uprising, I think we should at least wait until Laxana arrives in Xiongdu and let her contact that special guy!
"In that case, with her status as a Crownguard, even Tiana wouldn't allow her niece to be put on trial. Then, she would obstruct Jarvan III... No, in my opinion, he wouldn't exist then.
"Our young prince will definitely order an investigation into the Mage Rebellion. With Tiana's 'help', he can distance himself from us.
"Taking advantage of the Winged Guardian's return, I will first arrange for assassins to kill the king, then use magic to stir up negative emotions among the people, and then naturally push it onto the wizard. It's a perfect plan.
"But you guys are so lucky! The Jamira you sent to me is a loser. Even with the legendary artifact, she couldn't kill an old Jarvan III. She was even captured by the damn old Ionian from Piltover... and you!"
Eldred's face flushed red, and he pounded his fist on the table. "How dare you go past me to see Silas and even let him out? Not only did you let him out, but he didn't even leave the Mithril Pavilion!"
Fabriche maintained an indifferent expression, unaffected by the man's emotions. "This is all arranged by the Pale Lady."
Eldred choked and dropped his head.
After a long moment, he spoke again: "Hehehe... Madam Pale, Madam Pale again! Has she been looking for me since twenty years ago, just to make all my efforts go to waste today?"
Immediately, he raised his head suddenly and rushed forward, bumping into Fabrice who hadn't reacted yet. He grabbed her neck and pressed her against the wall. With a little force from his powerful right hand, he made it difficult for her to breathe.
"Killing him now... will be of no use..." Fabriche said with difficulty, "It's come to this... There's no turning back..."
Eldred punched the wall beside her face with his left hand, and only let her go after venting his emotions. He sat back in the chair in front of the table dejectedly and exhaled heavily.
"What do we do now?" he asked. "What are the Pale Lady's plans?"
Fabriche did not respond to this question, but walked directly to the wooden box, took out a palm-sized opaque glass jar from it, and then returned to Eldred.
"What...is this?" he asked with a frown.
"Alchemical Flame."
Fabrice's answer caused Eldred Tong Kong to shrink suddenly.
He had heard of the famous name "Alchemical Flame".
This is a horrific chemical weapon from Zaun that was used on the battlefield in Ionia a few years ago.
Due to its extremely unstable, flammable and volatile nature, once it is thrown out, it will burn all materials in a large range, even rocks.
Even if it can be extinguished with a large amount of water, the residual chemicals will still penetrate the local land and cause extremely serious pollution.
I heard that the Wuji Swordsman from Wuji Village was destroyed overnight by this alchemical flame, which caused great obstacles and losses to the Noxus's advance.
On the battlefield of Navoli Plain, this chemical bomb instantly destroyed the Navoli guerrillas who wanted to cut off Noxus's supplies, severely damaging the Ionian resistance.
"Are you fucking crazy?!" Eldred leaned back subconsciously, "Get that damn thing out of here!"
"This is our only escape, Eldred," Fabrice said. "But more accurately, it should be yours."
"You're not fucking trying to threaten the king with this, are you?"
"As long as we can escape the capital, I have a hundred ways to shake off the Demacia pursuers, including the Fearless Vanguard," Fabrice said coldly. "If we really can't escape, we'll use this and perish together with the Lightshield Royal Family."
Eldred fell silent, but in his heart he was madly insulting the woman in front of him.
If he had followed his own plan and implemented it slowly and cautiously, he wouldn't have ended up in this desperate situation today.
After thinking it over again, he still didn't say it.
Just as Fabricia said just now, now that we have come to this point, there is no turning back.
Looking at Eldred's expression, Fabriche continued, "That's why I asked you if you were scared just now."
She paused. "What I mean is... fear of death."
"Ever since I reached a partnership with the Pale Lady, the word 'fear' has disappeared from my vocabulary, let alone death." Eldred sneered, "What about you?"
Fabrice's expression was serious. "We Noxian war masons never fear death."
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