"Yo, why is my handsome brother here alone?" A greasy frivolous voice sounded from behind Darius, accompanied by a strong smell of cologne and wine.

"How did you get in?" Darius looked at his brother displeased.

"Hey!" Draven hammered the plate armor on Darius' chest with his hand, "Who in the Imperial City doesn't know that I am your brother, just relying on my handsome face and this **** beard is the pass."

Darius grabbed Draven's wrist and said solemnly: "You have already retired from the army, you have no military rank, and you can go in and out of the immortal fortress like this at will!"

"Yoyo, bro, don't be so powerful, [Hand of Noxus]." Draven hugged Darius with a smile, "But you're getting ahead now, Duck. Noxus will be yours and the High Commander's Council after the death of the old **** Willard."

"The Council of Three of Trefaris." Darius pronounced the word "three" heavily.

"I know it's three people." Delevingne dug his earwax with his pinky finger. "But what is the origin of that faceless man? When I saw him, I panicked and hid his head and tail."

"Don't ask things that shouldn't be asked." Darius pushed Draven away, "Come on."

"Don't drive me away, Darius." Draven took out two jugs from his waist and smiled at his brother, "You've been busy since you returned to the capital, and we haven't had a good drink yet. ."

"You..." Darius frowned, he was about to refuse, but Draven interrupted him.

"You're not the only one busy with Noxus." Draven shoved the jug into Darius' hand, "but I'm the only one, your brother."

Darius looked into his brother's eyes, and after a long time, he sighed: "Just drink this pot, and you can go back to me after drinking it."

"Love you." Delevingne laughed, sat on the window sill of the tower, and uncorked the wine jug, "Cheers!"

Darius reluctantly touched a glass with Draven, he took a sip, his pupils trembled slightly, he raised the jug high, and his throat kept rolling.

Draven looked at Darius with a smile on his face: "How long have you been drinking? The wine in your hometown tastes good, right?"

"Ha..." Darius drank half the pot in one gulp, sighed happily, and looked at his brother with a smile, "What can I do? You can't drink in the army, as a general, you must keep a sober mind. mind."

"Oh, if this is the case, stop preaching and enjoy the wine from your hometown. I bought it from my hometown." Draven put his arms around Darius' shoulder and sipped with him. , "Ha... After we became Noxians, we have tasted all kinds of fine wines, but it's still the most delicious spirits in our hometown."

Darius agreed with Draven's words very much, but he didn't say anything, just continued drinking in silence.

Draven stroked his beard: "Brother... When are we going back to our hometown?"

"Why are you going back?" Darius shook his head, "Besilico's place is no longer our home."

"Show off!" Delevingne said with a grin. "Let Besilico see how big the two orphan brothers who were living in the streets are now."

"I'm not interested." Darius refused.

Draven was silent for a while: "Are you still thinking of her?"

"Who"

"Knowingly asking, Quiletta," Draven said.

The name seemed to be a switch, and Darius felt his heart twitch violently.

"No." Darius said blankly, "It doesn't make sense to think about someone who is already dead."

"I don't believe you don't miss her." Delevingne said, "She almost became my sister-in-law back then, and you still..."

"I'm done." Darius poured out the jug, and there was not a drop left. He threw the jug into Draven's arms. "You should go."

"Wait! I haven't finished drinking yet! Talk to me again!" Draven put his arms around Darius, "Our brothers are also successful now, and I'm now the big star and boss of the arena. , Noxus is now up to you again."

"Noxus is the council of three," Darius corrected.

"It's almost the same." Delevingne patted his brother on the shoulder. "I mean, you are also a big man. With such a successful career, should you consider starting a family?"

"It's not your turn to worry about me." Darius said.

"I'm just afraid. I'm afraid that my children will all go down to the ground. You haven't even found a wife."

Darius said disdainfully, "Just because of your **** personality, how many women have you changed your mind to get married this year?"

"Look at what you said to me, I can restrain myself this year, only eight."

Darius stared at Draven.

"Okay, okay." Delevingne raised his hand in surrender, "It's twenty-eight... But you can't blame me? All those girls are looking at me for being handsome, and none of them can relate to me."

"I won't interfere with your affairs, and you don't care about mine." Darius finally said to Draven, "Okay, I'm going to work, you can go quickly."

"I know, I know." Draven put away the jug depressingly. "How long are you going to stay in the imperial capital? I'll see you for a drink next time. Let's get drunk together."

"I can't get drunk, I have to say it a few times," Darius said, "It won't be long, Huang... After Darkwill's death, the empire has not stabilized, and I have to lead the army to see a few betrayal cities. "

"Hey, you war madman, your mind is full of wars and wars." Draven complained twice, "Say a few good words for me at the council, I want to expand the size of the Imperial Capital Arena."

"I won't say it."

"Stingy." Draven made a face at Darius and turned away.

Darius looked at his younger brother's back, showing a smile he would never show in front of Draven.

"No matter how long it's been... You're still the same as when you were a child..." Darius closed his eyes gently, restraining the spirit of the spirits from rushing into his brain, but the more he tried to restrain it, the more the woman in his mind looked like Hair is clear.

The woman he loved so much.

"The wolf spirit is above! What did I see!"

Draven's scream woke Darius, who strode forward and grabbed Draven's shoulder, angrily said, "What are you yelling at!"

"Every day, every day, every day...heaven!" Draven pointed upwards incoherently.

"What's wrong in the sky?" Darius looked at the sound, and for a moment, his brain stopped thinking.

A gigantic Noxian warship was descending from above the clouds, slowly descending over the Immortal Citadel.

"That's... the Leviathan!" How could Darius not know that warship, although he was not in charge of the navy, no soldier would not recognize this most powerful warship Noxus ever had.

"Leviathan" Draven was so scared that his beard cocked up, "Isn't it stolen by pirates long ago?"

"How do I know!" Darius pushed Draven away, "This may be an enemy attack! You leave the Immortal Fortress for me! I want to summon the city guards!"

"No need." A deep voice sounded behind the two brothers.

Darius and Draven both recognized the voice, and they looked back at the same time, and a one-armed old man with white hair and a coat appeared behind them at some point.

"Grand Commander" Draven wanted to ask something, but was stopped by Darius extending his arm.

"Commander." Darius said solemnly, "What the **** is going on?"

"Nothing to be surprised." Swain smiled, and the wonders in the sky didn't seem to shake him. "It's just that an old friend brought us a gift back."

"Old friend" Darius frowned deeply, "What old friend?"

"You don't know it, but your brother has seen it." Swain watched the Leviathan slowly descend in the sky, "It's our Kingslayer who has returned."

…

The Leviathan ended up at the parade square in the center of the Immortal Fortress, the only place that could accommodate the enormous Leviathan.

As soon as she landed, Tamara was frightened.

Countless soldiers surrounded the Leviathan, and in front of the soldiers stood three big men.

The gray-haired old man, the great commander Swain.

A man covered in armor, with a battle axe in his hand, and a man with a resolute face, [Hand of Noxus] Darius.

There is also a figure whose whole body is hidden in a long robe. He wears a smooth black mask on his face. Even the small holes that expose his eyes are covered by black silk nets, and his whole body does not reveal any physical features. , you can't even see the gender.

He is [The Faceless Man].

Tamara quickly walked down the stairs of the Leviathan. She raised her hands, indicating that she had no weapons in her hands, and then half-kneeled in front of the three of them: "Tamara, the war mason, I have seen the Trifali Council."

"Tamara" Darius' brows furrowed deeply, his tone was cold, "How could my war mason appear on the Leviathan that fell from the sky."

"Don't scare the child." Swain smiled at Darius, "We'll know the answer."

"I'm not a child..." Tamara wanted to say this, but she held back.

Behind Tamara, a few more people came down.

The first is a big man with muscles so strong that he seems to explode at any time. His pale skin, orange-yellow beard and horn helmet on his head all show his identity.

"Freljord" Darius is even more confused. He has dealt with the Freljord a lot. In recent years, he has been leading the army in the north and the winter of the Freljord. The Claw tribes were at war, but he couldn't figure out why a barbarian was on the Leviathan.

The person who walked down next surprised Darius even more.

It was an extremely beautiful woman. She was wearing a graceful and generous long dress, and her figure was so slender that it was hard to believe that there was such a perfect woman in the world.

The woman's scarlet eyes swept forward, and she walked over with a calm smile on her face: "It feels so good to go home."

"Elise Zaafan" Darius opened his eyes wide. Although he was from a commoner and never had much interaction with hereditary nobles, he also knew the most influential matriarch of the old Noxian nobles, especially It was Elise, the kind of woman who would never forget once she saw her. Darius knew that Elise went missing after Darkwill's death, and didn't expect to see her here.

"Long time no see, beautiful Mrs. Elise." Swain smiled kindly at Elise.

"Long time no see, General Swain." Elise walked towards Swain with a calm expression, and the graceful and graceful appearance of the imperial capital made many soldiers who had experienced many battles straighten their eyes.

"I'm no longer a general." Swain laughed. "Bron Darkwill is dead, and I'm now the chief commander of Noxus and a member of the Trifaris Council of Three."

"Oh right?" Elise covered her mouth in deep surprise. "I went on a trip for a while, but I didn't expect the empire to change so much after I came back. Now the one sitting on the throne is..."

"Noxus has no emperor anymore." Darius said to Elise lukewarmly, he had no good feelings for this woman, "Now it is the Trifaris Council of Three who manages Noxus."

"Oops." Elise held her head helplessly, "I'm a woman, I don't understand your political affairs. After that, there will be no emperor, and we hereditary nobles can still..."

"Please don't worry about this." Swain pointed his finger at the Faceless Man standing beside him, who had been silent, "This is the Faceless Man who was jointly elected by the hereditary nobles and serves as a member of the Tri-Fali Council of Three. ], he will guarantee your rights.”

"I see." Elise looked at the Faceless Man and reached out to him, "Then please give me more advice."

The Faceless Man also stretched out his hand to Elise, and even his hand was wrapped in thick fabric, not showing a trace of skin.

Elise shook hands with the Faceless for a short time, the corners of Elise's beautiful mouth were slightly raised, and she turned to look at Swain: "Commander Swain, we didn't cause you any trouble by coming here uninvited. Bar?"

"Where is the trouble?" Swain smiled and waved his hand, "I should thank you for coming all the way to return the stolen Leviathan in Noxus."

"I didn't say that the Leviathan would return you." A young man's voice sounded.

Everyone looked at the Leviathan.

A young Ionian-looking man slowly stepped down from the Leviathan.

Swain still smiled, and opened his arms as if welcoming an old friend back: "Welcome back, our Kingslayer."

…

Tamara was taken away quickly, and Swain did not rush to ask about her mission in Piltover. He was now sitting in the audience hall, smiling at the young man in front of him.

Lothar looked at the audience room with a calm expression, not much changed from his impression, the only difference was that three chairs were added in front of the solitary throne, and Swain, Darius and the Faceless were seated separately. Above, behind Darius stood two Noxian soldiers who seemed to be very powerful.

However, behind Lothar also stood Olaf and Elise. Olaf was brought over by Lothar, while Elise followed on her own initiative. She seemed to still have to perform in front of the highest power in Noxus. Gotta be on Lothar's side.

"I've been away from Noxus for so long, and the empire has changed from a monarchy to a parliamentary system." Lothar's eyes swept over the three people in front of him.

"This is to prevent the reappearance of stupid kings like Bron Darkwell and corrupt the empire." Swain said with a small smile, "The Tri-Fali trio of councils symbolize far-sightedness, force and cunning. They represent military merits respectively. The interests of the nobles, the commoners and the hereditary nobles, the three parties jointly decide the affairs of the country and put the empire back on the right track."

"Continuing on the right track of aggression everywhere?" Lothar sneered.

"Pay attention to your words." Darius held his head in one hand and looked at Lothar with a bad expression. "You are standing on the land of Noxus now."

"So what? I killed the Emperor of Noxus." Lothar ignored Darius' warning at all. "I don't want to stand, so bring us some chairs."

Swain nodded, and with a slight lift of his hand, several soldiers soon lifted their chairs up.

Lothar sat down comfortably and said to the three in front of him: "Since Noxus is now in the hands of the three of you, let's talk to you about the Leviathan deal."

"Deal" Swain pretended to be surprised, "I thought you sent it back to us on purpose."

"I finally got the Leviathan from the [Pirate King] in Bilgewater." Lothar raised Erlang's legs, "I will be very distressed if I give it to you directly."

"Noxus will appreciate you," Swain said.

"Thanks for this kind of thing, it's not very valuable." Rosa said, "I need other things."

Darius looked at Swain and Lothar, he always felt that there was some secret between the two: "Tell me about your request."

Lothar smiled: "Actually, what I want isn't very expensive. I just need Commander Swain to answer my three questions unconditionally."

"No." Swain refused with a smile.

Darius frowned, the three questions for a battleship is not a loss, but Swain refused without thinking.

"Does it need to be rejected so quickly?" Lothar spread his hands.

"I've never liked to bargain. It's good for both parties to make things clear." Swain tapped the armrest of the chair with his only remaining hand. "Three questions, no."

"Then we have nothing to talk about." Lothar was also very succinct, "I took the Leviathan away."

Darius' voice sank: "Is the immortal fortress a place where you can come and go as you want?"

"I'm leaving now." Lothar stood up and said without fear, "Come to stop me from taking a look?"