The Mage Behind the Scenes From the Twin Cities Chapter 224

After Noxus' hype, news of Demacia's alliance with Noxus spread throughout Runeterra.

Shurima, a piece of loose sand, paid no attention to this.

An Ionian girl embarks on a journey to lobby the provinces.

The Claws of Winter marched wildly, for revenge, and for the glory of the Three Sisters not to fall.

They are the descendants of Cyrilda and should be the masters of the icefield!

The Avarossa tribe was silent on this. Demacia broke the promise with them, but the Winter's Claw was their enemy. Noxus had nothing to do with them. Jarvan III, who had made a promise with them, has fallen. .

As usual, the fleet entered Demacia from the far north via the west coast.

Only, this time, in addition to the Demacian food, they also brought back sharp weapons from Noxus.

And their contributions are just raw materials for beasts or ore, which can be seen everywhere in the ice field.

The dark clouds are rolling, today is a starless night.

Inside Crownguard Manor.

Under the shroud of darkness, the faint light of candles lit the surroundings, Tiana and Eldred sat opposite each other at a table.

The relationship between the two is very delicate. From the beginning, they are different from traditional Demacians. Interests, appreciation, and a little mutual admiration have formed a relationship where they respect each other, help each other, and do not interfere with each other.

But since Nat's incident, their relationship seems to have gotten a step closer.

This does not mean that everyone is happy, but it means that their journey is coming to an end.

"Are you sure you're in a coma?" Tiana was the first to break the peace, wearing a normal dress.

"I started doing it 20 years ago. I was going to kill him."

The candlelight divided Eldred's face into two parts, and the half shrouded in shadow looked a little distorted. It was not difficult to see that he was holding back the emotions he wanted to vent, but his hatred was hard to hide.

This kind of "hatred" is like strong acid. Even a drop of it on the fabric will corrode and burn until the thread fuses and burns a large hole that cannot be repaired.

The pain of the past has not disappeared with time or the death of the perpetrator, but has become more profound and rich because of the delicious taste of revenge.

"Death is an antidote." Tiana put her hand on Eldred's blue-veined fist, "Jervin III can't die yet, we're not ready."

Eldred's revenge on the Light Shield has been prepared for countless sun and moon.

Tiana always knew that Eldred would definitely give it a shot if he was not afraid of involving the Crownguard and her, and if he could ensure that the entire light shield was destroyed.

After Nat's death, they had several heart-to-heart conversations.

Eldred's original plan was to let Laxana approach Silas and release her through some means.

A prisoner tortured for fifteen years, the burst of energy that destroys everything.

He would riot ahead of time to kill Jarvan III and put all the guilt on Silas. If the kingdom is killed, the Crown Guard will be the only hope, because Laxana's redemption of Silas will also prevent him from killing the Crown Guard.

As commander of the Mageseekers, Eldred knew too much about human nature that everyone would be a part of the show.

In the end, the mage was forced to liberate because of Sylas, and the Lightshield family came to an end. The death of Jarvan III could bring great trauma to Prince Jarvan.

If it was just Galen, Tiana would hesitate, and the other half of the plan would go wrong. But Laxana is just too good, she's good enough to get her to that spot.

But it was Laxana's excellence... that made this plan useless.

Laxana has the strength far superior to everyone, subdued Silas, and defeated Jarvan in public... Jarvan III was overly worried and exacerbated the deterioration of his physical condition.

The dramatic turn has come to this point, and there's really not much left for them to do.

Guarantee a smooth transition of power, and... bear all sins.

The candle on the table flickered, and Eldred's face calmed down:

"I'm fine. Watching him in a coma day by day, Demacia is gradually being controlled by you, I'm in a good mood."

Finally... If he can see the crown guard led by Tiana overthrow the light shield, it may be the biggest hope in his life.

"Among the other eight officials, Bristol is in contact with Noxus in secret, and Adair is more inclined to the crown guard."

"The eight officials in charge of the law have not changed at all, but because he is too normal, I suspect that he has long been from Noxus.

"Grantham will not stand in line easily. He and his family are allegiance to the whole country. As long as Demacia does not fall to the country, even if it becomes a subsidiary of Noxus, he will not have any objection. Unless, let him see that he will win. grasp."

These are the intelligence Eldred has collected. Mage is not worthy of the attention of the Mage Seeker Legion. What they are best at is intelligence collection work. In order to find out the Mage, an invisible net has long shrouded the entire Demacia.

"Where's O'Neill?" Tiana asked.

He is the eldest of the Eight Great Officials, already over 80 years old, one round older than Jarvan III.

In weekday meetings, the old man spoke very little, neither approaching the Light Shield nor supporting the Crown Guard.

"He has a very close relationship with the old General Laurent. The two used to be comrades-in-arms from birth to death. They have been friends for nearly 50 years. Recently, they have had private contacts with the Laurent family many times." Eldred reminded.

"Even he fell to Noxus?"

Tiana frowned subconsciously and blurted out, but immediately, she felt something was wrong.

After the old General Laurent went to the immortal fortress, the eight officials acquiesced that he became a man of the Black Rose.

The Laurent family is gradually being marginalized. If it weren't for the illustrious achievements of the Laurent family, there would definitely be someone pointing at them.

However, the silent performance of the old General Laurent was regarded as a default and a guilty conscience.

It was the old general's youngest granddaughter, Fiona Laurent, who first joined the trial mission, and then participated in the parade to maintain justice and justice, and slowly reversed other people's impression of Laurent.

Tiana thought of Eldred's words and O'Neill's actions, and had a guess in her heart:

"General Laurent is right, it's all a fog bomb from Noxus."

"Most so, or O'Neill is from Noxus..." Eldred nodded slightly.

Demacia is now full of holes.

Eldred had a guess that he didn't say, that Noxus might have secretly controlled Demacia.

Born from a commoner, he occasionally penetrates into the collective. Everyone is worried about Demacia's future and thinks Laxana is the best choice.

But... the Crown Guard family didn't advertise it, and Eldred was never stingy to speculate with the greatest malice.

This thing is full of inconsistencies.

From the moment Laxana stood out, it was like there was a pusher behind her, pushing her to the top of Demacia.

Maybe...even Jarvan is a real Demacia...

But Laxana...

It wasn't that he doubted her position, or that he was out of pocket.

Instead, there is a faint hunch. It seems that all of Laxanna's actions are made by herself, but there is always a pair of hands fiddling with the thread of fate and firmly controlling it.

This is just an absurd conjecture in Eldred's mind, and it is not even necessary to mention it, and no one will believe it at all.

And even if he believed this in his heart, he also felt a sense of belonging to Demacia and the Crown Guard, but he didn't feel the need to mention it.

If this is true... Demacia can't resist the existence of the thread that fiddles with fate. It is better to make the crownguard the most honorable surname of Demacia according to the other party's idea.

Pressing this thought to the bottom of his heart, Eldred turned the topic back:

"Old General Laurent is worth testing. If it is confirmed that more than one official of the eight can be attracted, and the joint endorsement of the Crown Guard and Noxus can be used to clear his suspicions."

The main reason why the old General Laurent was ruthlessly targeted was that he had encountered the interception of the flying wing protector before.

It's not that no one suspects that there is a problem with the Protector of Flying Wings, but the Judgment Mission and the Illuminati are still functioning normally. The Protector of Flying Wings has not been found to have any abnormality except for the one that killed the old General Laurent.

Of course, these are just excuses.

The real reason for the people of Demacia to abandon virtue, but also to suspect and doubt, is only because the current Demacia is a drowning person.

The branch of the Protector of Flying Wings has been proved to be unable to support the weight of the drowning person, but at the juncture of life and death, if Demacia and the others know that there is still a chance, it must come from this life-saving branch.

They must believe that the Noxians are keeping their promises, that Councillor Trifali has no restrictions on the Winged Patronus, that old General Laurent is slandering their gods.

It's easy to break this situation.

Give the people confidence and drag them out of the water.

And if they were no longer afraid of Noxus, there was no need to hold on to the branches.

"Then we need to reach an agreement with the Laurent family." Tiana raised her thin lips, apparently already having an idea.

"Relying on marriage?" Eldred put his hand on his chin, thoughtfully.

Fiona was married to the Crown Guard, and even because of this, she and her father had a quarrel.

Logically, the members of the Judgment Mission are not under the jurisdiction of the nobles. But Eldred heard that Laxana had high power in the Temple of Justice.

"No." Tiana shook her head lightly, "Laxana and Fiona have a good relationship, and the old general likes his little granddaughter very much. The best way is to sell them face and use some clever tricks. Dissolve the marriage."

Demacian nobles place a high value on honor, engagement, and face.

A marriage contract is an agreement. Once the breach of contract is not only a loss of face, but also a loss of honor.

Fiona taking the initiative to break off the marriage will force them to confront each other. Even if it is a trial mission, they will not do anything on the surface, but they must act in secret to achieve certain success and show their determination to defend the face of the family.

If the Crown Guard family took the initiative to mention it, the Laurent family would obviously have a deeper idea at this juncture, which might push Laurent to the light shield instead.

"You do this thing, I have another thing to do."

Eldred's expression slowly turned serious:

"Jarvin needs prestige to climb to the top eight, and Laxanna needs more to take that position."

"What do you want to do?" Tiana frowned.

She had a hunch that Eldred was planning something crazy.

Eldred grinned:

"This is the final ending for Eldred Crown Guard. I hope the one who finally kills me for treason will be you."

"This joke is not funny at all." Tiana's hand slapped the table heavily, "Either go together or stay with me."

"The Crown Guards still need you, Tiana, and thank you for being with me during this time."

Without you...the world may be left in black and white...

Eldred blew out the candles on the table, it was late at night, and it was time for him to set off tomorrow.

He will not change his mind, even his lover will persuade him.

The candle light went out, and he hid in the shadows and said in a low voice:

"Tiana, we are one...but there are always two sides to oneness...one light and one...darkness."

The Crown Guard's Mansion, a room on the west side of the second floor.

Laxanna sat on the bed, leaning against the velvet pillow, unaware of what was going on in the manor.

Her eyes flickered like candlelight, just like when she was a child, she was afraid of being discovered by adults when she did bad things.

I don't know what's going on today, but Laxana always has a mood of restlessness and anxiety, as if something bad is about to happen, so much so that her spellcasting has been interrupted several times due to distraction.

The night outside was as dark as ever, and her face was uncertain.

She always knew what she was going to do, and she was probably the last half step away from actually leading Demacia.

Silas had an idea with her today... put Winter's Claw into Demacia, and destroy it with thunder.

This seems like a good idea to take back your prestige and wipe out all your enemies in one fell swoop.

But it's also a gamble~www.mtlnovel.com~ and it has to be planned in the dark. If it fails, thousands of civilians will die because of her.

Victory, prestige and glory. defeat, other people's lives.

not equal...

"Teacher, I don't want to do this...but I'm running out of time. Noxus is showing his strongest side, and Demacia's heart is broken."

She rubbed the magic book with a struggle in her expression.

She hasn't changed much since the beginning. She accepts the dark world of adulthood, but at the same time still maintains her true heart.

As my teacher once said:

Even if you kill countless lives in the future, you still have to remember the hesitation when you kill for the first time...

"Sometimes, we don't have a choice..."

The light words of her teacher fell into Laxana's mind, which made her complexion change greatly, and she shouted loudly:

"Silas!"

In her senses, the magic she had filled with Silas was rapidly moving away.

Directions... Freljord.

The door of the room opened with a "click", and a maid came in respectfully, bowed and apologized:

"Lord Laxana, Lord Silas has left."

"Did he leave anything behind?" Laksana pressed eagerly.

She roughly guessed what Silas was going to do...

"Sir Silas said, I will give you this letter." The maid hurriedly took out the letter. She saw that Laxana's expression was wrong, and she realized that something might have happened.

Taking the envelope that was handed over, after waving away the maid, Laxanna hurriedly opened it, and there was only a piece of paper folded inside, with a line of crooked handwriting on it:

"Twilight...darkness should be my responsibility. 60 kilometers west of Greentooth Peak, where it meets the northern mountains...wait for me!"

Chapter end

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