Lone Wolf of the Freljord

In another second, Katarina's lower body will be exposed, and what she is doing with Lothar will be seen by everyone.

A fishy and sweet smell entered Lothar's nose.

Lothar clearly saw that a red line that was about to turn into an afterimage flew from a distance, and like an adhesive, it quickly made up for the break in Katerina's red group.

Katerina performed a swivel dance, her red dress fluttering, and it was so beautiful.

The dress was the same, and no one around noticed what was going on.

Lothar let out a long sigh of relief. He saw Katerina's puzzled look: "What's the matter with you?"

"No...it's nothing..." Lothar looked at Katarina's waist, those little spiders were gone.

"Spider..." Lothar subconsciously looked in the direction of Elise, who was talking to a few ladies with a calm expression.

"No way..." Lothar's face was a little gloomy, and the only person who knew that he was doing that kind of thing with Katerina at the moment should be Elise.

"Hey, don't get distracted." Katerina whispered, "You almost stepped on my foot."

"Feel sorry……"

"Didn't you say you wanted to tell me about your plan?"

"When I have alone time, I say that there are too many people here."

"Oh...how long will it take you"

"What's wrong……"

"I feel..." Katarina bit her lip, "I'm getting better..."

"Hold on for a while." Lothar hugged Katarina and turned gently, while peeking in the direction of the sudden red line.

There is only one person in that direction.

It's the white ponytail noble girl, Clara.

Clara raised her red wine glass with one hand, and when she saw Lothar look at her, she also smiled and raised her glass.

"She helped me...why..." Lothar began to feel that the banquet was more complicated than he thought.

The beautiful girl in her arms interrupted Lothar's thinking as her thighs opened and closed with the dance steps. In a burst of pleasure that made her brain short-circuit, the dance between the two ended.

"Ha...ha...ha..." Katarina was dripping with sweat, slumped in Lothar's arms, and said viciously, "Sooner or later... I will kill that bitch..."

"Stop talking." Lothar patted Katarina's back, "Stand on tiptoe so I can pull it out."

Katarina clenched her legs and walked back to Elise with Lothar smiling.

"How do you feel?" Elise took Katarina's hand with concern.

"Wonderful." Katarina put her head on Lothar's shoulder lovingly. "It was an unforgettable night."

"It's good to be comfortable, it's not in vain that we practiced for so long." Elise smiled comfortably, then turned to Lothar, "Luo Ji, a big man wants to see you, you go to the room on the far left of the third floor now. ."

"Big man" Lothar and Katarina were stunned at the same time, "Aren't you going to accompany me?"

Elise smiled and hugged Katarina from Lothar's hand: "That big man is quite special, you just need to see it yourself. I will take care of Katarina, don't worry."

Katerina gave Lothar a careful look, and Lothar gently touched the faces of the two girls and kissed them each.

Lothar silently walked towards the door of the banquet hall and accidentally saw Clara.

The white-haired aristocrat was enjoying her red wine, and as Lothar passed behind Clara, he heard a whisper—

"Meet me in the garden in a while."

Lothar didn't stop and walked out of the banquet hall.

"I'm very popular tonight, and people are inviting me everywhere." Lothar moved a little tiredly, "Okay, let me see who Elise can call a big shot. ."

Along the way, without seeing any servants and guards of the Kisera family, Lothar walked up to the third floor smoothly.

It was getting late, but the corridors of the Kisera family were bright, and the lights on both sides of the walls were not firelight, but steady tube lights.

"Is this also imported from Piltover and Zaun..." Lothar felt fresh every time he saw this stuff.

Lothar recalled that when he was a child, in the Freljord, he had dealt with a man with a lot of interesting machines.

"Hey... it's useless to recall the past, I can't go back at all..." The night was cold, and the cold pain on Lothar's body got worse. Go to the room at the end of the fight.

Lothar knocked on the door: "I'm Luo Ji, are you looking for me?"

There was no answer behind the door.

Lothar frowned and said loudly: "If there is no one, I will go back first."

squeak...

There was a crack in the door.

Lothar was a little surprised. He didn't hear any movement or smell any smell. How did the door open?

There was no light behind the door, it was pitch black.

After hesitating for a while, Lothar pushed open the door.

There was no light source behind the door, and Lothar could only see what was inside with the light in the hallway.

A chair with a woman sitting on it.

The woman's face was hidden in the darkness, and Lothar couldn't see it, but her figure could still be seen.

The woman's figure is extremely enchanting, and she is also wearing a tight leather jacket that is very revealing, leaving large areas of pale skin exposed.

She wears a cloak and holds a long staff, and appears to be a mage.

"Luo Ji." The pale-skinned woman spoke.

Lothar's pupils shrank, and the woman's voice was very familiar to him.

It was Ashe's voice.

Lothar put his hands behind his back, and several ice crystal flying knives began to condense.

"Why is it so similar..." The alarm bell rang in Lothar's heart.

The woman continued: "You have been summoned by His Majesty the Emperor."

Lothar was a little suspicious of his ears. He held back his beating heart and asked, "Can I ask who you are?"

"Who am I?" the woman asked Lothar, "Don't you know best? Lothar."

Hearing the woman say her real name, Lothar no longer hesitated and threw her arms forward.

At the moment when the Ice Crystal Throwing Knife was about to let go, Lothar felt his hands full of wetness.

The knives melted without warning, and water dripped from Lothar's hands.

"This..." Lothar looked at his hands incomprehensibly, he clearly did not lift the ice magic.

Lothar suddenly remembered that he had read in the magic book Swain gave him, that a profound and powerful mage can interfere with other people's spell casting, just like an experienced swordsman can do it with a few swords at will. Disarm the enemy.

For the first time, Lothar felt that the ice magic that he had been using all along was so powerless.

But Lothar still has a trump card. In his deep sleep, the True Ice Magic that far surpasses the power of Ice Magic.

But the woman did not give Lothar a chance to awaken the magic of True Ice.

She didn't attack Lothar either, she just did a very simple thing.

She stepped out of the darkness, her face stripped of the veil of shadows.

For a moment, Lothar felt that only the woman in front of him remained in his world.

"Aishe..."

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Have you ever heard, the true master of Noxus

Not the emperor, nor the immortal fortress of the imperial capital.

But a black rose.

Praise the pale lady.

- Noxian Hidden Society "Black Rose"

Chapter 166: Scarlet Secret Society

Clara stood alone in the garden of the Kisira family. There was no moon tonight, only the lights of the banquet hall fell here. Clara sips red wine and admires the dancing figures behind the banquet hall window.

"What did you just go for? Let me wait for a while." Clara said suddenly.

Lothar appeared silently in the garden.

"What's the matter with you?" Clara snorted, "not looking very well."

"It's okay..." Lothar exhaled, his breath falling on Clara, causing her to shiver.

"You're really cold enough." Clara leaned against the flower rail. "Do you know why I called you out?"

"During the dance," Lothar asked rhetorically, "why do you help me?"

Clara smiled slightly, she bit her finger, and a little bit of red blood spilled out: "Introduce yourself first, I am Clara, a member of the Scarlet Secret Society."

"Scarlet Secret Society" Lothar saw the blood beads on Clara's fingertips slowly growing upwards, like the rhizomes of a plant, and a rose made of blood bloomed on her hand.

"In simple terms, it is a secret society that studies blood magic, and its members are all descendants of hereditary nobles like me." Clara gently took off the blood rose from her hand and handed it to Lothar, "Meeting gift."

"No wonder she smells blood." Lothar looked at the blood rose, which was almost coquettishly red. "The one who helped Katarina even put on her skirt was blood..."

Lothar didn't go to pick up Clara's gift, and said, "How did you find out and why did you help me?"

Seeing that Lothar didn't answer, Clara withdrew her hand boringly: "Blood magic practitioners are very sensitive to smells, I have been paying attention to you, I know what you are doing since you danced with Elise. Didn't you tell me, I've got your eyes on you."

"If you want me to stay here, you'd better be honest."

"Why are you so serious that you don't look like someone who could figure out what to do while dancing." Clara stuck out her tongue. "So I don't like men, but girls are cute."

Lothar was really not in the mood to make trouble with Clara, and turned around to leave.

"Hey! Don't go!" Clara hurriedly grabbed Lothar, "I'm here to invite you to join the Scarlet Sect."

"Why? I don't know blood magic, I'm an ice mage."

"It doesn't conflict, you can transfer to blood magic."

Lothar narrowed his eyes.

Although he has just become a mage, he also knows a thing or two about blood magic. After Swain asked him to be careful about a blood mage named Vladimir last time, he went to learn about it.

Noxus is a country that is extremely tolerant and has no taboos. Any school of mages can develop in this country. As long as it can reflect the value, there will be people to learn.

Among them, blood magic is widely circulated in the Noxian army. It is said that because of its practicality in the army, blood magic has multiple uses such as medical treatment, assassination, animal taming, and stimulating the blood of warriors, and is favored by the legion.

But Lothar didn't know that there was actually a blood magic secret society formed by the children of the hereditary nobles. The hereditary nobles and the army had always been blind to each other.

Clara seemed to see Lothar's doubts, and chuckled: "Don't be surprised, the blood magic used in the army is just the superficial fur given to them by the Crimson Secret Society. owned by the society.”

"It's the same question." Lothar stared at Clara's eyes. "Why did you find me?"

Clara swallowed: "Because...because of your blood."

"My Blood"

“Your blood has a…

"..." Losar was speechless, what was the reason for this.

Lothar pushed away the intoxicated Clara, he couldn't stand being entangled by a troublesome woman any longer: "I've never seen you before, who asked you to come to me, the ruler of your Scarlet Secret Society. ?"

Clara's face showed an embarrassed expression, and the rose on her hand turned into blood again and drilled back into the wound on her finger: "I can tell you the identity of that person, but you must join the Scarlet Secret Society."

"You are negotiating terms with me"

"No no no!" Clora hurriedly grabbed Lothar, who was about to leave again, and whispered in his ear, "It's just that the information of the Scarlet Secret Society has always been disclosed to talented people... It's okay to tell you, you can go back Think about it, joining the Crimson Society will do you no harm. You don't have aristocratic status, right? The Crimson Society can give you blood magic, status, wealth, and even... me, there is still something to enjoy The best beauties, no worse than Elise and that Katarina."

Lothar raised his eyebrows, which was really an attractive condition.

Clara took a deep breath, seemingly sniffing Lothar. Her voice trembled a little, uttering the name with a faint frenzy, awe, and infatuation: "Vladimir."

...

The dinner was over. According to the rules, Elise, who returned to her mother's house, would stay at the Kisira family for one night. She asked Lothar and Katerina to go home first.

"Exactly, that **** is not here, tell me your plan." As soon as she got on the carriage, Katerina couldn't wait to ask Lothar.