The Master Behind the Scenes Starting from the Twin Cities

"Brother! I was wrong!"

Bang!

Darius's axe stood beside the vice-chairman's seat, less than 2 centimeters away from Draven, frightening him and making him tremble.

He would not hesitate to chop people.

But he was still smart enough to fight with his brother.

Darius was not careful about the severity of his attacks, except for being a little bit nice to Quelleta, he was always ruthless when he hit him.

Seeing that his brother was obedient, Darius grinned and laughed twice, and sat down in the vice-chairman's seat with a big move.

Draven could sit in the back seat, and he thought that his position should be here.

"Welcome back, Vice-chairman Darius. From today on, the will of the empire will be upheld by us. Speaker Ryan is in charge of foreign affairs, and I am in charge of internal affairs." Swain said in a calm voice.

"I am in charge of attack, which is exactly what I want."

Darius's rough face was full of fighting spirit, and he nodded happily.

"I haven't won a few times, but I still like it so much."

Dreven hadn't finished muttering when his brother turned around and glared at him. He immediately sat down obediently, his eyes were bright, and he looked like he was listening carefully.

"The wheel of the Empire's war will not stop, but it won't be as frequent as it is now." Swain said, "The war is too heavy a burden on the Empire. We need some time."

"The Empire currently needs a smooth transition. General Darius, the Trifarii Warband will be handed over to you for command. They are all former subordinates of Swain and me." Ryan said.

"The sharpest spear of the Empire, I like this challenge. Give me a few days, and they will be able to return to the battlefield." Darius's tiger eyes sparkled with excitement.

Seeing the other party's appearance of a war maniac, Ryan smiled.

Darius is different from Imistan. If Darius is in charge of the Trifarii Warband, he will be the only one who rushes to the front line every time.

In every war, Darius will become confused because of his disconnection from his comrades.

Darius needs an elite army so that he can show his talent.

"The reason why we can sit here today is that too many Noxians want us to stand up. Today, no imperial general or civilian stood in front of us, which proves this point." Swain said calmly.

"The Empire belongs to all Noxians. Since we are ready to cease fire, the extra manpower can also improve people's livelihood." Ryan put forward his own ideas, "I will ask scientists from Zaun to come. They have already studied a way to restore the desert."

"That desert is not just yellow sand." Leblanc said.

"So, Trifaree and the Empire need your help, Ms. Leblanc."

Ryan certainly knows that the desert is not only caused by soil erosion, but more by the invasion of magic.

The previous war and the experiments of the former owner of the Immortal Fortress have caused this land to be barren for hundreds of years.

No one knows how many crises are hidden underground, but the one who knows the most is the pale lady Leblanc in front of him.

Leblanc's eyes flashed behind her hood, and after thinking for a moment, she whispered, "I will provide some help." Darius's eyes fell on the other party and he remembered Leblanc's name. He knew his strengths and weaknesses very well. Compared with the politician who talked and laughed, he was more suitable to be a general who charged. But compared with his reckless brother, he at least saw things clearly. He didn't need to speak about the war. "Do you need to pay attention to Midalda and Du Kekao?" Darius put forward his own ideas. Since the external enemies need to be put aside for the time being, the military force of Noxus should be used to eliminate internal instability factors in a timely manner. Swain sat upright in his seat and shook his head slightly:

"They all made wise choices. We need to deal with some people inside the Immortal Fortress first. Or, some local forces that jumped out to oppose us."

"Let Draven go inside the Immortal Fortress. This is what the executioner should do. Knock on the doors of all the nobles' homes. He is the only one who can be slaughtered." Ryan suggested.

With Trifarion in power, the nobles who once bullied Darkwill should be liquidated.

Pay when you should pay, and delegate when you should delegate. If you choose not to do either, then there is no need for them to exist.

And Draven, in addition to being suitable for doing these things, is also an excellent benchmark of strength.

Families that are stronger than him have the opportunity to correct their mistakes even if they make mistakes. If the entire family is not as strong as Draven and makes mistakes, then it is just right to clean them up.

From Ryan's perspective, Draven should now be a standard heroic physical template, with a physique of about 30 Caitlyns.

At present, about 5 Draven can match one Darius.

Kled is slightly better, 3-4 are enough.

No mistake, take a look at the 6-9 book bar!

Such strength is just right for testing the cards of the nobles.

Except for the nobles who believe in force, the nobles who rely on wisdom to rise to power do not need them to worry at all.

They will only find Swain or Leblanc early. After screening, the rest are all termites of the empire.

"I'll go! I'll go tonight!"

Draven showed a bloodthirsty and rampant smile. Let him kill people, is there anything better than this?

"Only killing is allowed, not destruction." Ryan reminded.

There are still many empty bookshelves in his wizard tower, and the nobles have many collections at home.

"I will give you a list by tomorrow morning, and you will deal with it according to the list." Swain said calmly, and asked behind him: "Ms. Leblanc, do you have anything to add?"

"The Zaafan family is a loyal supporter of the Empire and Trifaree." Leblanc said softly.

Now that a chess piece has been put in the open, it should play its new value.

"A charming spider, the strength is not bad." Swain's words are tacit consent.

The man who fought with him today is qualified to sit in the seat of the councilor.

"Are there other candidates?"

"There are many people in the Black Rose, but they are all smart people." Leblanc smiled slightly.

"But no matter where they are, they can't escape my eyes." Swain said lightly.

One person hides secrets, and the other peeks into secrets.

This is a long-term confrontation. And the final winner will only be him.

"Meredith, that's your castle, right?" Darius suddenly asked, "Can you build a war fortress like that?"

He had noticed the castle in the sky earlier, with Ryan's family emblem on it. He had written it down to teach Draven.

The castle was like a giant sword of Dalimos for the Black Rose and the nobles, hanging high in the sky, ready to attack at any time.

And on the battlefield, it would be the most powerful fortress. War mages were stationed there, fearless of the invasion of spells. Taking advantage of the sky, they could lead the army across the tall walls and attack the enemy's vital points.