Chapitre 319: -312- Liwin and Swain's conversation
Linwin often uses magic, just out of habit.
Magic is truly convenient; when facing weaker opponents, all it takes is a raise of the hand, invoking magic, to easily subdue them.
As a result, Linwin rarely engages in sword fights anymore.
But when it comes to real combat, Linwin has always relied on his powerful physique and extreme speed.
The last time he fought hand-to-hand was against Illaoi, who was empowered by Nagakabouros.
In that state, Linwin's speed was no slower than when using wind magic to fly.
Just like now, with just a slight force from his feet, Linwin appeared behind Swain.
"Woosh!"
Swain didn't react, and Linwin's hand was already reaching for his shoulder.
But just as he was about to touch Swain, the six-eyed raven on Swain's shoulder let out a cry, and a stronger force than Swain's emerged from the raven. Immediately after, demonic energy enveloped Swain's body, and blood-red magical energy formed crow wings, tightly wrapping around him.
Then, it suddenly exploded.
"Boom!"
"Hiss..."
This time, the boiling sound of the runic iron around intensified.
Linwin held the sword with one hand, his wrist turning, and the sword transformed into a silver-white shield.
"You..." Swain said in shock.
The last time he was so shocked was when he saw that girl dancing with her blades in the crowd, performing a deadly dance.
"Raum."
Swain lightly called out the demon's name, controlling this powerful demon.
He raised his hand, and the six-eyed raven standing on his shoulder flew onto his arm.
And two black wings with blood streaks appeared behind Swain.
Growing larger and larger.
Swain's face gradually became illusory.
"I really have no connection with LeBlanc. I came to deliver Sion's body and to inform you about the Twin Cities Tournament. I hope Noxus can participate and allow neighboring countries and tribes to participate as well."
Linwin held the sword, watching Swain flying in the air of the living room.
The burning of the runic iron around intensified.
If this continues, Swain's demonic power might explode the runic iron, and then Linwin could use magic again.
"So shall we sit down and talk? Look, your plan has failed, and it's not going to be easy for you to take me down."
"The outcome is still uncertain," Swain said.
Seeing Linwin still saying such things at this critical moment, Swain frowned.
Swain felt that Linwin didn't look like a warrior at all. Such a person, placed in Noxus, probably wouldn't rise to a high position.
Because he seemed too lazy. Noxus wouldn't accept such a person.
Climbing up on others, stepping on others' heads to ascend the throne, that's the way of survival for the people of Noxus. But this guy...
"Take it easy. The Medarda family's castle might not withstand both of us tearing it apart," Linwin said, looking at Swain's appearance, lifting the greatsword in his hand.
He wondered if he could win against Swain without activating his Ascended mode.
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The head of the Medarda family was sitting outside, waiting for Swain and Linwin's conversation to end.
Sipping a cup of red tea brought from Piltover, he elegantly sat at the entrance of the estate, with a piece of candy in his mouth, drinking tea and enjoying the cool night breeze.
Then...
"Boom!"
"Oh my god!" The woman fanning him screamed.
At the loud noise, the head of the Medarda family instantly stood up, lifting his head to look at a nearby castle.
That was his castle.
However, now, the head of the Medarda family only saw a strange light, as if a sword-like light pierced through the roof of the castle.
The roof of his castle collapsed!
While the head of the Medarda family was dumbfounded, he heard a croaking sound in his ear, not the sound of a frog, but the hoarse caw of a raven.
Then, he saw several huge blood-red lightning bolts exploding the walls of the castle, with large chunks of stone crashing to the ground.
Next, a figure wielding a sword rushed into the castle.
The head of the Medarda family recognized him; he had told Linwin to wear more clothes earlier, so the man in a short shirt wielding a sword could only be Mr. Lorant.
But what was he doing?
Was he fighting someone?
Is he demolishing my house?!!
Wait a minute, the head of the Medarda family suddenly paused. It's not surprising that the Guardian of the Twin Cities has such power, but the person who is with him in the same room...
The next moment, his expression changed.
It was that person who had been stepped on for a year, Swain.
At that moment, the guards of the Medarda family rushed over.
"Sir, the imperial soldiers are asking what hasd happened."
With a fluctuating expression, the head of the Medarda family lowered his head.
After a moment, he raised his head and said with a smile, "Tell them that we are researching the latest alchemical bombs, it is safe, let them rest assured."
"Yes, sir."
The head of the Medarda family pressed the ring on his hand, thought for a moment, and then spoke again, "Melis, have the mages in the family gather here and create a barrier to conceal this aera."
"Yes, sir."
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A whole hour passed.
The astonishing sound finally stopped.
The head of the Medarda family looked at his once proud castle.
It used to be one of the symbols of the Medarda family.
But now, it had become ruins.
In front of him, a large group of mages were panting heavily.
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Seeing the movement stop, the old man leaned on his cane and walked towards the castle.
Ten minutes later, the Medarda looked at the "skylights" all around, which was a room with only one door left.
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"Knock knock knock."
"Who is it?" a weak voice came from inside.
"It's me, Mr. Lorant," the head of the Medarda family said.
"Ah, please come in."
Opening this door was like farting without pulling down your pants.
But aristocratic etiquette still required the old man to announce himself before entering.
After entering, looking at the situation in front of him, the old man was stunned.
"Jericho, Lorant, what are you two doing?"
"Sorry, we couldn't help it, our conversation got a bit heated." Linwin, shirtless with half of his body blackened, smiled.
The old man confirmed that he smelled a strong smell of roasted meat on Lorant's body.
"Please rest assured, sir, I will compensate you for all the losses."
"No, no, no, I don't care about that, Mr. Lorant."
"I just want to know... Did nothing really happen between you and Jericho?"
Linwin leaned against a large stone with twisted steel bars exposed, while Swain was embedded in the wall, with half of his body hanging in the air.
In such a scene, how could Linwin Lorant still be so natural at evading questions?
"Of course not. Jericho and I had a very enjoyable conversation, right, Jericho?"
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No one answered Mr. Lorant's question.
But, the figure embedded in the wall moved.
"Tap."
A small stone fell to the ground, and Swain struggled to break free from the wall, then he fell flat on his face.
He fell heavily on the ground.
His body twisted in a horrifying posture, Swain slowly stood up.
With his nose bleeding crimson, which was sticking up, he calmly looked at the old man:
"Jagu, I think you need to consider joining me, you know things you shouldn't know."
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Jagu Medarda stood silently in place for three seconds.
Linwin lay on the ground, raising his hand to stretch his body.
As he moved his body, the smell of roasted meat became stronger and stronger.
In the half-hour of quiet that followed, no one knew what they had talked about.
Jagu Medarda hesitated, bowing his head.
He didn't know his choice, whether it would lead Medarda to greater prosperity. Or if the Emperor found out, Medarda would be punished and decline.
But....
A person who had been insulted for a year, hiding his strength, coupled with a recent rumor from the outside world.
Now, thinking about it, that rumor was probably spread by Swain himself?
Jagu hesitated.
And Swain quietly watched him, waiting for his reply.
After a moment, Jagu Medarda nodded and bowed, saying:
"Yes, I understand."
"Grand Commander."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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