Lone Wolf of the Freljord

"Then how do you know that so many are seen with crows?" Lothar asked his doubts for a long time.

Swain didn't answer, he handed the envelope to Lothar: "For you."

"It's perfunctory again..." Lothar was very dissatisfied, but he also knew that he and Swain were only using each other after all, so he didn't go into it, "What is this?"

"Token, go see your other teacher." Lothar got an unexpected answer.

"Do I need to learn anything else?"

"Your studies of Noxian language, noble etiquette and ice magic are almost on track, and it's time to learn the most important things."

"What is it?"

Swain picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said lightly, "Assassination."

...

Elise walked slowly.

In the dead of night, the arena that was noisy during the day was empty at the moment, and all the hacking and fighting were temporarily silent, waiting for the blood to continue to be seen tomorrow.

Elise did not wear a gauze skirt. Instead, she wore a set of rather exposed black tights, such as the round **** and the navel at the lower abdomen, which were fully displayed through bold tailoring.

The high heels of the feet are never from the heels, but from the two thorns extending down from the toes. Elis is like standing on tiptoes on the two thin thorns. Ordinary people may not be able to stand in such shoes. When she got up, she was walking steadily.

But there is something strange about her clothes.

The texture doesn't look like fabric or leather, but rather like a hard carapace, but Elise didn't cause any restraint when she wore it on her body, but it could be seen from her expression - she was quite enjoying her current appearance.

Elise walked slowly into the battlefield. The huge piece of ice occupied half of the area of ​​the battlefield, and it hasn't melted much until now. The arena canceled all duels today because of the appearance of this ice.

Elise walked to the giant ice, and the ice surface reflected her like a mirror.

Charming, glamorous, luxurious, unparalleled face.

Elise looked at herself with great satisfaction, her bright red lips drawn a charming arc. She looked at herself infatuatedly, as if engulfed in her own beauty.

"Good evening, Ms. Elise." A lazy man's voice came from behind Elise.

Elise's smile slowly faded, she looked at the ice surface, and there was a handsome white-haired man in red standing not far behind her on the ice.

"Good evening." Elise hugged her body gently, not that she was ashamed to see people like this, but she didn't want to be seen by guys who didn't know how to appreciate her beauty, "I remember that I didn't invite you."

The man in red smiled slightly, his tone and accent were obviously Noxian nobles, but with a faint rambling: "I'm bored and come and have a look, I heard that you met a very interesting young man."

"Ah..." Elise stroked her lips, "Are you trying to steal someone from me?"

"The word 'grab' is too ugly." The man in red chuckled, "My followers have always come because of my charm."

"Hehe, then you may be disappointed. I think that child may prefer someone like me." Elise twisted her waist, her flexibility like a water snake was enough to make any man unable to hold back.

"I can't say for sure." The man in red didn't seem to be moved by Elise's enchanting figure, "They are all a group of lost lambs, and only after they have truly tasted the sweetness will they know where they belong. Who."

Elise licked her fingertips lightly and stopped talking.

"She's here." The man in red said suddenly.

Although he said so, there was no third party present. There were only Elise and the man in red in the arena, and no one else.

But Elise and the man in red both looked at the same place at the same time.

Giant Ice.

Huge ice cubes are lined up, and the ice is layer upon layer, and the countless ice surfaces are like countless mirrors, reflecting the human figure.

Neither Elise's, nor the man in red.

A woman's appearance is reflected on each ice mirror.

An extremely beautiful woman, a woman with a golden crown, a pale complexion.

She holds the staff in one hand, her expression is blurred, she seems to be just a reflection in the ice, and she seems to be in the ice itself, and if it is, she is everywhere.

"Welcome, Madam Pale." Elise whispered with an evil smile on her face.

The man in red didn't say a word, he just bowed slightly to the woman on the ice.

Elise looked in front of her. In the ice mirror in front of her, her figure had disappeared, and the pale-skinned woman reflected in the mirror was not her.

Elise looked directly at the pale lady's amber pupils and said softly, "I sensed that aura from the person who made this ice, but it's very weak, I'm not sure."

The man in red listened with interest.

The pale lady's eyes blinked, flickering like stars.

A voice sounded in Elise's mind, it was not her own thinking voice, but the voice of another woman: "This is indeed the breath of God, that person is just like you."

Elise smiled.

She smiled happier than ever, and even a blush appeared on her white cheeks, like a girl who was in love.

The man in red put his hands behind his back: "What did she say to you?"

Elise put her hand on her chest, she felt the throbbing of her heartbeat, how long had she not felt this emotion for three or five hundred years?

"Confidentiality." Elise whispered, she looked up and looked in front of her, the pale woman on the ice was gone, only her own reflection was on it.

Elise found herself more beautiful than ever before.

"Love really...can make people young..."

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Everyone loves my beauty, especially me, madly.

- Elise

Chapter 138 Old Town

The imperial capital of Noxus has always lived in the shadows, the shadows of the immortal fortress.

The huge metal fortress was like a silent giant, looking down at everything in the imperial capital coldly.

Lothar felt a lot of pain in his body. The existence of the immortal fortress blocked the morning sun. He hid in a thick cloak, hiding his appearance and stature, and walked through the old city unobtrusively.

The Immortal Citadel is older than Noxus itself, and the Noxian Empire was built on its site.

After years of reconstruction and repairs by the Noxians, the appearance of the imperial capital has become a layered structure, and many areas are even under the surface of the earth, and the sun is not seen all year round.

This is the gathering place for the eliminated.

Noxus is an empire that respects the strong regardless of one's background. Not only military force, but those who show talent in any field such as business, politics, and invention can gain status and respect.

Conversely, the untalented are unable to solve even the most basic food and clothing.

Lothar walked cautiously, always on the lookout for those around her.

The outcasts of these societies do not have a place to live, so they can only wander in the old city, and live a day-to-day life. They have no job or source of income, and basically they can only find food in the garbage heaps.

Lothar observed the eyes of this group of people, most of them looked numb and lax, scantily clad, yellow-faced and thin, sitting upright or lying on rags.

Unlike the hurried rhythm of life in other parts of the imperial capital, the old city seems to be dead and lifeless.

Swain reminded that there are quite a lot of outlaws and hooligans in the old city of Losar, as well as many black industries and criminal organizations. A person who has no pride and ability to enter the old city rashly is no different from courting death.

Fortunately, Lothar was dressed very simply, and the cloak on his body was deliberately torn and tattered. He estimated that no one would be interested in robbing him.

But even so, it took only an hour or two for Lothar to come to the old town, but he still encountered two pickpockets and one robbery. There was also an old man who begged for Lothar to give him his shoes, and even encountered several times. The heavily made-up prostitute came to greet him with trembling breasts.

Unexpectedly, Lothar didn't dislike the people here, who reminded him of the Freljord.

The Freljord refugees who were starving and freezing were no different from them, all trying their best to survive in order to survive.

Lothar shook his head and threw away these messy thoughts. Now he still has a lot of problems that he has not been able to solve, and he really has no extra sympathy to give to strangers.

There was an envelope in his arms, which was the proof that he came to find someone.

"The assassination teacher Swain arranged for me... who would it be?" Lothar recalled his experience of being brought to see Swain by a certain person, even though Swain hadn't told him the identity of that person. Sa also probably guessed that it must be a very strong assassin.

The roads in the old city have been renovated for hundreds of years. It is said that officials in Noxus once wanted to draw a map of the old city, but because of this labyrinth-like road planning, this idea was finally abandoned.

However, Lothar has a map of the old town in his hand, which Swain gave him.

Turning, turning, descending, turning, drilling into the secret road... Lothar mechanically shuttled through the old city according to the map's instructions. At first, he could see the crowd, but there was almost no living person in the place he arrived at. Thick moss had gathered on the ground, the stone walls were full of cracks, mice and bats had made their nests, and the smell of dampness and decay filled the surroundings.

"I hope that the teacher Swain found for me is not a vagabond with maggots..." Lothar prayed silently.

He walked down the street, where even the homeless in the old town didn't want to live there, and with every step Lothar took, a few frightened rodents scurried about.

Finally, Lothar saw what Swain said.

A rather large old stone house, it looked like it had several floors from the outside, but the condition was even worse than the abandoned house where Swain lived.

There is also a well next to the stone house, and it is dark below, and I don't know if it is dry or not.

Lothar took the letter from his bosom and threw it into the well.

The letter disappeared into the darkness, and there was no sound of falling or falling into the water.

"Isn't there anyone?" Lothar stood and waited for a while, but nothing happened.

Just as Lothar started to wonder if he had gone to the wrong place, a dull sound came, and the door of the stone house opened.

It was pitch black behind the door, no one came out, and no light escaped.

"Mysterious and mysterious..." Lothar muttered and walked into the stone house.

Lothar's heels had just crossed the threshold, and suddenly there was a feeling of being pressed against a hard object on his neck.

is the blade.

Lothar stopped knowingly, waiting for the man with the knife behind him to speak.

A moment of silence.

"Do I have to speak first?" Lothar said a little embarrassedly, "I believe you have read it, is there a problem?"

A deep man's voice came from behind Lothar, it sounded not too old: "The general asked you to come"

"Is General Swain a general before?" Lothar asked.

"Yes, that old guy asked me to come." Lothar reached out and touched the knife on his neck, "Can you put it down before talking?"

"Don't be disrespectful to the general!" The man's voice was a little ruthless.

"Good good..."

The man was silent for a while and released Lothar.

Lothar turned back, and a man also wearing a cloak stood behind him, his face completely hidden by the shadow of the hood, so he could not see clearly.

"I don't understand why the general gave me such a task." The man put the blade in his sleeve and held the opened envelope in one hand.

"Well...I don't quite understand what that guy is thinking..." Lothar shrugged.

The man raised his head slightly, and Lothar felt the eyes under his hood staring at him.

"Follow me." The man threw these words away, ignoring Lothar and walking towards the depths of the stone house.

"Don't you light a lamp?" Lothar followed, and the inside of the stone house was getting darker and darker. Even with Lothar's eyesight, he could hardly see anything.

The man walked with no footsteps and no smell on his body. After walking for a while, Lothar found that he could not find him.

Just when Lothar wanted to shout out, he suddenly heard the sound of something moving, and then fell straight down.

Lothar hurriedly thumped in the air. He probably fell a few meters and landed on the skin with a thud.

"Ouch... it hurts to death..." Lothar rubbed his **** and stood up. He found that the environment he was in was completely different from the dilapidated stone house above.

The place is spacious, the walls and floors are clean and tidy, and several oil lamps brighten the space.

Several wooden tables were lined up one by one, some with books, and some with potted plants. All kinds of flowers and plants that Lothar did not know gave off a good smell, dispelling the musty smell in the air.

"The basement..."

"You're a rookie." The man in the cloak stood behind Lothar at some point, "never practiced physique or assassination."

Lothar turned around: "Why would I come looking for you again?"

With that said, Lothar wanted to take off the hood, but was stopped by the man.

"I don't want to know your identity, and I won't tell you who I am." The man said, "I will only teach you swordsmanship according to the general's instructions."

"It seems to be a dead brain..." Losar thought.

Lothar rubbed his ass: "I always know what to call you, right?"

The man was silent for a while: "Call me Blade."