League of Legends Millennium Warlord

The news of Demacia's dispatch of troops was received by Margaret who was stationed in the Silver Mountain Range. That night, Margaret went to Leicester's mansion.

After going through numerous guards, Margaret knocked on the wooden door of the lord's mansion.

"Lord Lester?"

no respond.

After a moment of hesitation, Margaret pushed open the unlocked wooden door.

The stove on the first floor has been extinguished, only the bright coals are still shining with warm red light.

After closing the door, the fine iron military boots stepped on the wooden boards, making a heavy thud, but it couldn't cover up the melancholy sound from upstairs.

She didn't understand that the walls of the house were equipped with sound-absorbing materials deliberately prepared by Lester, so the sound in the house could not be transmitted, so she was worried that if someone heard something...

The serious-looking Margaret blushed suddenly, and her movements froze, suddenly showing a guilty conscience.

Sitting carefully in the chair, Margaret put her hands awkwardly in her lap, feeling overwhelmed.

I thought I had just caught up with the most critical moment, but the girl just sat and waited for more than ten minutes, but there was no sign of stopping upstairs. Instead, the bed board became more and more arrogant and noisy.

The small boat in the storm swayed with the waves, the tide rose and fell, day and night.

It's no wonder that recently Jisi couldn't hold the sword and her legs and feet felt weak during training recently. No one can stand this...

"Master Leicester, too, is too outrageous...Won't doing this hurt your body?"

After waiting for another half an hour, the Jiss jukebox stopped and was replaced with a Tali jukebox. Margaret scratched her head frantically, and her tidy hair was messed up.

"I can't wait any longer, I have to report the military situation to Lord Leicester!"

With firm determination, the girl stood up, tidied up her attire, tied her ponytail again, and walked upstairs.

The shameful voice became louder and louder. Although the footsteps were still firm, the girl's legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and her whole body was hot and unbearable.

"Business matters, business matters..."

Taking a deep breath, Margaret suppressed her restlessness and came to the door. Then, she saw the bright light of the opened door...

Ah, no, it is the lord with a serious face.

"Dragon...Master Dragon Bird?"

The girl froze at attention, glanced around, and for a moment didn't know whether to put her eyes on Lord Leicester or Lord Longqin.

In the next second, the eyes and the scorched brain were successfully matched, and both were fed, the eyes began to move in circles, and the flexible mouth began to move independently, expressing their thoughts freely.

"Boom, Bao, let's get the lord Dragonman, the news from the Orendmasians that scouts from the Silent Forest Legion have come to you to negotiate with Dumpsol's Lord Dragonbird..."

Lester staring at Little Red Shrimp: "???"

Convinced that the person in front of him was his most reliable subordinate, not some devil who likes to place boxes, Lester calmly put a blanket on himself, sold the dazzling equipment, and covered the two barbarian sisters with blankets. Stella took the girl to another room and placed the girl next to the bed.

"Don't worry, my general, speak slowly."

It wasn't until Master Longqin disappeared that Margaret regained a little thinking ability, and couldn't help but feel self-blame and remorse for her gaffe just now.

Will my incompetent self fail Lord Leicester's trust?

"It's like this. Epsol sent someone over, saying that General Oren of Demacia sent an army to the Forest of Silence and wanted to negotiate with us. Epsol was worried that Demacia would attack us, so Ask me for help."

Slightly relieved, Lester smiled.

"I see. Sooner or later we will negotiate with Demacia. Don't worry, if it's Oren, Epsol won't be able to fight."

"Yes! The dragon... my lord, the subordinates will leave first."

Standing up stiffly, before Margaret could turn around, she heard Lester ask.

"Is there anything wrong with the Shimmering Silver Mountain Range?"

"Report to Lord Leicester, no, the mage of the black rose is sure that there are no rats active at the entrance of the mine at the moment, and it should have shrunk down again."

"Okay, but there's another thing I want to tell you."

Margaret froze.

"I can tell, my female general, you are very tired and you need enough rest."

Holding Margaret's hand, and placing Margaret next to the bed again, Lester said softly.

"Go take a bath, sleep here tonight, and have a good rest. I will ask someone to go over to the Shimmering Silver Mountain Range. Don't refuse, this is an order."

Margaret lowered her head shyly, as if seeing her end.

Those two barbarian salted fish are his future.

"yes……"

After washing her body with hot water in the underground bath, Margaret's face was flushed, and she changed into the women's tights prepared by Lester.

The girl was looking forward to what was about to happen and was a little scared. After thinking that she was not too young and should consider the matter of having offspring, the girl's fear was much less, and the remaining part was because of the dancing dragon and bird.

It's just more or less, the girl is still a little bit lost, maybe it's because she takes herself too seriously, and she will grow up casually...

Then, the girl was gently hugged onto the bed by Lester who came back from the door.

"I've already arranged things. Go to sleep, Margaret, and take a good rest. Sometimes you push yourself too hard, so try to learn to rely on me."

The expected scene did not happen. Margaret understood that the man just hugged herself, tidied her hair silently, removed the rope that tied her hair, and gently pulled her hair out of the pillow.

This made her understand that her weight in a man's heart is not just that of an ordinary woman.

He cares about himself.

Feeling the never-before-seen peace and sweetness in her heart, Margaret, who was already very tired, completely relaxed her body and gradually fell asleep.

In her sleep, the girl held the man's hand and dreamed of being accompanied by dragons and birds, flying in the sky.

This was the sweetest sleep she had ever had in recent days.

...

Design the blueprints of the standard armor and weapons of the Black Iron Guard and the Nightblade Killer, draw the border with Demacia, learn magic from Meredith, explore the creation process of new life with others, monitor the Silver Mountain Range, and inspect the military camp And formulate a training plan, play with the two angel sisters, and entertain the new visitors from the emerald collar...

Lester looked very leisurely, but when he was serious, he couldn't rest for a moment.

The civilization of this era seems to have been faulted. He doesn't know what the situation is in Shurima or Ionia, but from the perspective of the continent of Valoran, whether it is Demacia or Noxus, there is Still in the barbaric era with the tribe at its core, everything is just beginning,

Even the most cheap and convenient paper in later generations is a luxury in this era, and you have to use expensive fur scrolls to write anything, which makes it difficult to pass on knowledge.

The problem of paper alone prevents Lester, who wants to spread some cultural knowledge in Emerald Collar, from taking the first step, let alone the expected establishment of an academy in Emerald Collar.

Life has become more difficult. Let’s build a group after you have an operating officer. It’s boring to change and change. Try to minimize the risk of encountering j