"I'm not obliged to tell you." Samira was not polite to Lothar at all. She quickly packed up her things and left the room.

"What a temperamental woman." Lothar shook his head, then turned around, where Talon was standing, he was nowhere to be seen, "Assassins like to play disappearing so much."

Lothar also walked out of the room, Darius didn't let them follow during the day, and Lothar didn't force it either. Moteng is the demon of nightmares. The last blow of a human being, these tricks Lothar has already experienced once in Fosbello in Demacia, and he knows this demon Lothar well. Morteng still has to wait for a long time before killing people. Lothar does not. Not in a hurry.

What Lothar is troubled by now is not how to save Darius' life, but how to deal with Morten.

Demons are really a very strange existence. They are both tricky and difficult to kill. Lothar is not sure if his necromantic magic is useful to demons, and he is not even sure if demons have the concept of "life and death".

"Forget it, I can't think of anything like this. Let's talk about it when I face Mo Teng. Anyway, even if I have nothing to do with it, I am absolutely not afraid of it with my current strength." Go, suddenly my heart moved.

A cloud of magical energy gathered around Lothar, and then an image appeared in front of Lothar, the faces of Syndra and Nami.

"What's the matter?" Lothar looked at the two women, "Suddenly contacting me with a deep sea pearl, is it Elise who makes you dissatisfied?"

Nami's expression was a bit complicated, a look of hesitating to speak, while Syndra's face was expressionless.

"What's wrong?" Lothar vaguely felt that something was wrong, "what happened?"

"Nothing..." Syndra said.

"No, something must have happened." Lothar looked at the dark circles on Syndra's face, "You won't have nightmares, will you?"

"No... I didn't sleep last night, I drank wine with Elise and Nami all night." Syndra turned her head.

"This way..." Lothar's worries still didn't dissipate, "Are you sure you're all right? I'll go back and see you guys."

"No need." Syndra shook her head. She looked tired and seemed to be struggling with something. She bit her lip, and it took a long time before she could say a word, "Lothar, I want to ask you something. …”

"you say."

"You..." Syndra asked slowly, "Do you... love me?"

"Ah?" Lothar thought that Syndra was going to say something important, "Why do you ask this all of a sudden."

"You can answer yes or no!" Syndra urged.

"Love, of course." Lothar said as a matter of course.

"Then..." Syndra struggled for a while, and then asked, "Am I... the person you love the most?"

"The one I love the most..." Several faces flashed in Lothar's mind, of course Syndra.

"Of course." Lothar smiled.

"Really" Syndra blinked.

"real."

Syndra's expression suddenly brightened a lot: "I knew it! It's all right, Lothar! Go and do your thing! Nami and I are having a good time now! Remember to come back when you're done! Beauty wearing **** underwear for you to see!"

After finishing speaking, Syndra cut off the communication directly, leaving Lothar standing in the same place with a bewildered face.

"What's wrong with her?" Lothar shook her head, "Forget it, she looked very happy at the end, she should be fine... Well, I'll give them the money I won from Samira later. buy a present..."

...

Syndra threw the deep-sea pearl into the dark orb, and proudly looked at Elise, who was tied to the bed by the dark magic chains: "How! Lothar said that he loves me the most. You vicious slut! You want to sow discord between us! Dream about it!"

"Congratulations, Miss Syndra." Namie took Syndra's hand, sincerely happy for her.

"Thank you." Syndra happily kissed Nami's face, then stepped barefoot on Elise's full chest even when she was lying flat, and said coldly, "You vicious bitch, Is there anything you want to say?"

Elise smiled helplessly: "I didn't want to sow discord between you. I know how much Lothar loves you. I just accidentally told you that Lothar does have a wife."

"So what!" Syndra's toes dipped into Elise's breasts. "That Ashe must be the same as you, the woman Lothar doesn't want anymore! Even if Lothar still likes her, I I will also kill that Ashe directly, so that Lothar likes me the most! No one can threaten my status!"

"Hi..." Elise looked at Syndra's toes, "You hurt me when you stepped on me!"

"It's good that I didn't trample you to death!" Syndra said fiercely, "If it wasn't for the good place you gave me to live, you would have died long ago!"

Elise is really speechless now, how can this Syndra be more cruel than her as a bad person? If it wasn't for the knowledge that Syndra would never have known the Pale Lady, Elise would even begin to wonder if she was from the Black Rose.

Although Elise could escape from Syndra's feet, Elise decided to accept the humiliation after thinking about it. Not only that, she also started to twist her body slightly, and said pitifully to Syndra: " Good Syndra, my sister, I know I was wrong, I should never have missed it, and my sister will never say anything to make you unhappy in the future, are you optimistic?"

"Who's your sister!" Syndra stepped on harder, she liked the feeling of violence like this, especially for someone like Elise, the pleasure was second only to Syndra's massacre of Ioni in Ionia When demi and the spirit of nature.

"I think we're all so close, so it's okay to call each other sisters." Elise licked her lips, "Sister, it's so comfortable for you to step on my sister, although my sister always likes to step on people, but being stepped on by you is so comfortable. It feels good too."

"Disgusting." Syndra didn't want to upset Elise, she took her foot off Elise's chest and stepped on her lips instead, "Lick me, bitch."

"She and Lothar are really a couple, why do you want me to lick my feet..." Elise scolded inwardly, but she didn't care, she was just licking her feet, and no outsiders were watching, compared to Ellie In terms of the pain Su had endured, such a small thing was perfectly acceptable, she and a certain red-haired female assassin had licked each other's private parts before to please Lothar.

Elise stuck out her tongue and licked lightly on the soles of Syndra's feet, then slipped between her toes and licked every where.

Syndra shivered all over. She let Elise lick her feet just on a whim, but she didn't expect Elise to lick herself quite comfortably.

Namei looked at the two girls curiously and said to Syndra, "Miss Syndra, is this also a game in "The Secret History of the Ascension Queen's Palace"?"

"Um...um..." Syndra covered her mouth, she always knew that her feet were more sensitive, after all, she rarely walked on the ground, and most of the time she was floating in the air, so the soles of her feet were extremely soft, just Syndra I didn't expect to be so sensitive, Elise was already emotional after licking her a few times.

"No... No!" Syndra took her foot away, she didn't want Elise to see her embarrassed appearance.

Syndra directly removed the dark magic chain that bound Elise: "Go out! Don't come in again!"

"Don't." Elise approached, "I'll take you to play, okay? I know that Noxus has a lot of fun places, no worse than Piltover."

Syndra was a little moved, but she didn't want to see Elise's face: "No need! Get out! I didn't tell you not to come in!"

Elise was forcibly driven out, Elise looked at the door that was slammed shut in front of her, her eager eyes slowly turned indifferent: "I actually want me to stick my hot face against this woman's cold butt... Luo Sa, you are really my enemy..."

Elise slowly left Syndra's room, biting her fingernails, and the trick from Lady Pale didn't work as well as Elise had expected, although Syndra knew that Lothar's wife existed. When I was really angry, but Lothar actually regained Syndra's trust with just a few words. It seems that Syndra's love for Lothar has far exceeded Elise's estimate, and Syndra has reached the point where she is right. The point of blind faith in everything Lothar said.

"Sad woman who is dazzled by love." Elise sneered at Syndra in her heart. She had seen too many such people, and the final end of those infatuated children was heartbroken, without exception.

Too much medicine is poison, and too heavy love is the same.

A smile appeared on Elise's face. Although this strategy did not cause Syndra to directly break with Lothar, at least a dangerous seed was planted in Syndra's heart. One day, this seed will grow into Evil poisonous weed, strangling that love to death.

"Ah, ah, what a beautiful love." Elise wanted to laugh out loud, but she held back, "I really want to see Syndra's broken dream... how miserable... ...how delicious..."

...

"Four-game winning streak!" The arena host's exaggerated exclamation overwhelmed the cheers of the audience, "This berserker from the Freljord! He has completed a four-game winning streak! And it's two days in a row! Let us fight for He cheers! Shout out the name of the liquidator! [I want to die] Olaf!"

"[I want to die]!"

"[I want to die]!"

"[I want to die]!"

"What stupid title did Olaf take..." Lothar sat in the best position in the entire arena, looking at Olaf, who was enjoying the cheers of the audience below, and raised his forehead.

"Hehe, this guy is your friend, no wonder he is so fierce." Draven sat beside Lothar, playing with a small flying knife, "The matriarch of the Zaafan family brought him here, and when he came I just said he wanted to be the strongest, so I picked him a fierce guy with more than 40 wins, but I didn't expect him to kill him with two moves."

Lothar was not surprised at all, Olaf's perverted physique and brute strength were simply invincible in this arena where he could only face head-to-head.

"Speaking of which, I remember that you and the matriarch of Zaafan seem to have a leg, right?" Draven looked at Lothar with a wretched expression, "That woman is really strong, that waist, that leg, tsk tsk tsk."

Lothar didn't want to discuss women's affairs with Draven, and he was worried that he wouldn't be able to stop once he started.

"I'm here to ask about your brother." Lothar explained his intention. "Based on your news network, you should also know that I want to protect Darius from assassination."

"Ah, I know about that, but I just don't believe it." Delevingne pinched his beard, "My brother is really fierce. I've never seen him beaten down by anything since he was a child. Even if there is an assassin from an enemy country to assassinate him, he has never succeeded, and I feel like it is a waste of time for you to protect him."

"That's what Swain told me to do."

"I know it was the commander who asked you to do it, that's why I was puzzled." Delevingne looked puzzled, "My brother is so strong, he needs to protect me, so am I dead? Oh? , don't tell Darius about this, I have never admitted that I am weaker than him."

"Dreus is indeed very strong." Lothar said.

He was telling the truth. When [Luo 30] was in the sky, it was inevitable that he would pay attention to the most courageous and skilled general in Noxus. He participated in many major battles that changed the historical pattern of the Valoran continent, and he was rarely defeated. At the level of mortals, he is simply outrageous.

Lothar continued: "But invulnerability in force does not mean invulnerability in mind."

Draven shook his beard: "What do you mean?"

"I mean, based on the clues I have now, that assassin is very likely to assassinate Darius because of his weak heart."

Draven stumbled: "This kind of thing can be done"

"This world is much more complicated than you think." Lothar said, "There are indeed assassins who kill through heartbreak."

Draven scratched his head: "So you're here to ask me, Darius, his most unforgettable heartbreak"

"You are his younger brother, you should know more." Rosa said, "And you also know Darius' character, I will ask him directly and he will never say."

"Also..." Draven put down the knife in his hand and put his fingers between his legs, as if he was recalling something, "Is it the hardest thing for Darius to let go of... It should be that."

"What?" Lothar's eyes lit up, and he felt that he had found a clue.

"Quiretta," Draven said, "Dreus loves... the woman he once loved."

"once"

"Quletta is dead," Delevingne said. "She and our two brothers grew up together... and Darius' childhood sweetheart has reached the point of talking about marriage... It's a pity..."

"what happened"

"Quiretta... died at the hands of Noxus."

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No matter how strong the body is, it is difficult to protect the fragile heart.

- Demacian pessimistic playwright

Chapter five hundred and thirty seventh black dream

When Samira returned to Darius' mansion, Tyrone had already arrived.

Samira looked sloppy, leaned the big sword on her back against the table, and placed a large lump of raw beef on the table.

"As a woman, you can eat very well." Tyrone said.

Samira looked at the assassin in surprise, with a teasing look on her face: "I thought you lost the ability to take the initiative to talk to people, but I didn't expect you to still chat."

Tyrone was silent for a while. He was really not very good at communicating with people like Samira: "Did you really have a nightmare last night?"

Samira began to take out various small bottles to mix the dipping sauce: "What's the matter? You don't really believe what that magician said, saying that nightmares can kill people."

"I also had nightmares." Tyrone said, "You think it's a coincidence"

"Maybe it was the drug that guy used to give us nightmares." Samira still didn't believe Lothar, "He didn't sleep last night, the devil knows what he did."

"I don't think he's lying."

"Where's the evidence?"

"intuition."

"Heh, intuition." Samira cut a thin piece of beef with a knife, and began to eat it with dipping, "I'm not an unreasonable person, if the magic stick can give me convincing evidence, Why not listen to him for this mission?"

"You said it yourself." Lothar's voice suddenly sounded, and he returned to the Darius mansion and sat opposite Samira.

"Yes, I said it." Samira stared at Lothar. "I have seen countless strange magics in my life, but I have never heard of nightmares that can kill people."

"You haven't heard of it doesn't mean it doesn't exist." Lothar pushed Samira's great sword away from the table, "Can you hold your sword away from me? I don't want to be inexplicable. Killed by black powder."

Samira's expression condensed: "How do you know there is black powder in it, you investigated me"

"I saw it in your dream."

"Just blow it."

"I don't believe it." Lothar shrugged indifferently, "Did you investigate anything during the day? Did you gain anything?"

Samira took out a small wine cup, and poured into it the spirits that seemed to burn at the smell of her nose: "I went to the bathhouse to take a bath, but I didn't gain anything."

Tyrone has some information: "I went to ask the soldiers inside the Trifali Legion, and many people told me that they had nightmares recently."

Samira's hand holding the wine cup stopped in the air, she looked at Tyrone: "Really?"

"You can ask yourself." Tyrone said, "Not only the Trifali Legion, but also some noble children in the imperial capital and the liquidators of the arena have been very inactive recently. I asked some of them, and they all told me that they have been doing it recently. Nightmare."

"Inquiry" Lothar asked Talon with interest, "I thought you were not good at talking to people if you were able to ask questions."

"Except for the people in Trifali's army, I asked everyone else who used Veritaserum." Talon said.

"It's really an assassin's style." Lothar shook his head. "I also said that my harvest is good. I can basically be sure that the murderer who wanted to murder Darius did it through nightmares."

"It's here again." Samira looked at Lothar impatiently. "If you continue your absurd remarks and can't produce any evidence, I'll leave."

"What are you anxious about, the evidence will be available to you tonight." Lothar continued, "According to Talon's investigation, there are many people affected by nightmares, which is very strange."

"where strange"

"These people have nothing to do with each other." Tyrone leaned against the wall and said, "The murderer's goal is not only Marshal Darius, but a large-scale murder."