People in the League, Masters of Time Management

It's easier to fight the dirt than the Ionian rebels.

"It's time for you to rest, child." An old and hearty voice sounded.

Riven wiped away a strand of sweaty hair on the tip of her eyebrows with her sleeve, then turned her head and saw Grandma Shava who was smiling all over her face.

"Come on, drink some barley tea and rest." The old woman handed over the water bag, with a hint of reproach in her words, "I said you can rest in the shade of the tree and wait for me to come back."

"I want to finish the job first..." Riven said as she took the water bag, without stopping.Her arms are so strong that she can hold the plow frame steady with one hand.

"Oh, you don't have to work so hard, it's not your obligation." Grandma Sawa insisted that she stop, but the latter was still walking.

No, it's my duty... she thought with shame, I must make up for my mistakes... even if the effect is small.

"You are as stubborn as a donkey." The old woman smiled helplessly.

"Sorry..." Riven bowed her head in embarrassment.

"Oh, why are you still apologizing to me? It should be grandma, I should apologize to you."

Riven squeezed out a smile, raised her head and took a few sips of barley tea.Still hot and very tasty.

"Son, I can understand your desire to make up for your mistakes, but you can't suppress yourself too much... You see, your skin is worn out." Grandma Shawa said distressedly.

These words shocked Riven's delicate body, and her beautiful red pupils were full of confusion and shock.

"I guessed right?" Seeing this, the old woman sighed softly, "Oh, as long as you don't make mistakes again, no one will blame you."

"You all know... did Elder Suma tell you..." Riven panicked for a moment, her hands trembled slightly, and she looked very nervous.

"No one told me anything, you were too obvious."

The old woman reached out and stroked the silver hair of the other party, her movements were as gentle as if she was comforting a wounded child.

"Anyone can tell that you are a warrior. But you can't speak the Ionian dialect, and you always look worried, working hard and desperately... It's too obvious."

"I... I... I'm sorry..." Riven unconsciously clenched the plow frame tightly, embarrassed and at a loss.

She was very scared, worried that the other party would drive her away.

But the actual situation was exactly the opposite of what she thought - Grandma Sawa put everything aside and gave her a warm hug.

"It's all over, kid. We...we can't just get stuck in the past and live the rest of our lives."

Both of her sons had died fighting against the Noxians—at Riven's age.

Their bones have already been cleaned up by heaven.Would those who have passed wish to see loved ones overwhelmed by grief, even burying themselves next to them?

Death and grief are enough...

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Riven tried her best to respond to the other's hug, with tears in her eyes.

"Hey, don't cry, child...no one will blame you, good boy..."

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On the field, the old and the young hug each other warmly.

Outside the field, a lame man in a black coat sighed softly.

The war should be over... He thought, even the bravest female warriors in Noxus have lost their fighting spirit, so should they count on others?

It's time for Darkwell's farce to end.

This crazy expansion war was a joke from the start.

The cripple shook his head, and dragged his incomplete body towards the house step by step.

While knocking on the door, he adjusted his clothes as much as possible so that he would not look too embarrassed.

But in the next moment, this action became futile - the door opened, and a long knife protruded through the crack of the door, pressing against his neck.

Then, there was a familiar voice, "If you want revenge, please change to another place. Dear Mr. Swain."

"Hehe, I don't have the guts." The cripple raised his arms in surrender, "I'm here to discuss something with you."

"what's up?"

"About the armistice - the war between Ionia and Noxus."

After the words fell, the long knife that could take his life at any time was finally slowly moved away.The door was fully opened, and he saw Mu Bai's cautious expression.

"Keep your hands where I can see them, or I'll kill you regardless."

"As you wish." Swain nodded generously, and walked into the house with his hands raised.

In the room besides Mubai, there was a vastaya who had never seen before—even if she was covered with a veil and a hat, she couldn't cover the fox tail that symbolized the identity of vastaya.

Humans don't have tails.

"How did you find it?" After both of them sat down, Mu Bai asked the first question.

"The devil's breath... the devil's breath in our bodies is exactly the same, and we can sense each other." Swain replied.

Hearing this, Mu Bai nodded thoughtfully.Indeed, as soon as he walked to the door just now, he sensed who was behind the door, and he didn't even need to look with his eyes.

It's just that he is not proficient enough to control the power of demons, and he can't do the ultra-long-distance sensing like Swain.

"Okay. Now, let's talk about your 'truce' plan in detail." Although Mu Bai's long knife has been put into its sheath, his right hand is always pressed on the hilt, ready to draw the knife at any time.

"no problem."

Swain moved his disabled leg and drove it to the crossbar under the table, struggling to make him look like a harmless old cripple.

"First of all, if you want to cease the war, you must obtain the approval of Grand Commander Darkwill, only he has the power to order all soldiers."

"Unfortunately, Darkwill has... gone crazy? Hehe, maybe it's a little disrespectful to say that, but it's the truth."

"Therefore, the only way to stop this absurd war is to seize power from him."

"I've been plotting this for a long time, but it still takes at least a year..."

"I didn't see a new possibility until I was almost killed by you last time—as long as you are willing to help me, I can now overthrow Darkwill and declare the end of the war."

These words were so impassioned that even Mu Bai couldn't help being moved.

Swain is indeed a man who can become a master.

Even if he was almost killed by himself not long ago, as long as there are benefits, he can immediately put down his hatred and choose to cooperate.

"Let's go into more detail."

Mu Bai let go of the hand holding the handle of the knife, indicating that this negotiation can continue.

Chapter 45 The Fourth Ruler of Noxus

Mu Bai has always felt that purely rational people are the scariest.Such people are not without feelings, they just don't have feelings.

As long as the interests are large enough, feelings are chips that they can throw away at will.Whether it is love, family, friendship or teacher-student relationship, it is not worth mentioning.

And now, there is such a person sitting opposite Mu Bai - Jericho Swain.

He did not hesitate to kill his parents in order to stabilize the imperial regime.This move made him famous and won him an official position in the army.

Later, he implemented this almost cold-blooded rationality into the army—as long as the mission was guaranteed to be successful, he didn't care whoever killed it.

For him, on the front line of the battlefield, a foreign slave is equal to a noble nobleman.The villain who envies and murders himself is equal to the servant who serves him faithfully.

Of course, if he is only cruel to others, then he is not enough to be called pure reason.

Most importantly, he is also ruthless to himself-in order to gain power and return to the top of the empire, he did not hesitate to sell his soul and make a deal with the devil.

He can throw away anything.

As long as the mission is successful.

As long as Noxus can be guaranteed to obtain the greatest benefit.

Working with such a person, Mu Bai felt an invisible pressure.

"I want to know your specific plan." Mu Bai took a deep breath and said.

"It should be so." Swain put his right hand on his left chest, and made a standard Noxus military salute, and his words and deeds revealed elegance:

"To show my sincerity, let me first talk about my previous layout."

"Since the Battle of Standing, I have been spurned by the empire, and I have completely become a 'waste' with no sense of existence."

"By taking advantage of the convenience that no one has paid attention to me in the past two years, I have successfully stolen many secrets of the empire that I had no right to know, and used these secrets to secretly develop my own power step by step."

"My influence has penetrated into all areas of the empire, and I can launch a coup at any time."

Swain took his right hand away and put it on the table.The index and middle fingers tapped the table rhythmically.

"But there is one thing that scares me—the Pale Lady and her magical association."

"I can overthrow Brown Darkwill, but I'm not sure that I will succeed in stabilizing him after seizing power. My current power is still slightly inferior to that of Pale Lady."

"So, I need your help. As long as you are willing to pay a little bit of labor, this ridiculous war should come to an end."

Saying that, Swain turned his head and looked outside the house.

In a small farmland, two old men and a young girl were plowing the land talking and laughing.Blue sky, green water, picturesque scenery.

"Peace or war depends on you."

"..." Mu Bai frowned slightly, showing a little hesitation.

It would be great to be able to end the war, but if you want to cooperate with Swain... you have to think carefully.

He is cunning than a lone wolf, merciless than a vulture, fiercer than a grizzly bear...

Just as Mu Bai was weighing the pros and cons, the system prompt sounded suddenly:

[Mission: Cuifari Council of Four]

[Description: The winners of the war will always be those cunning nobles. No matter whether they win or not, the people of the two countries will fall into dire straits and suffer a lot.It's time to end this farce.Always remember that the enemy of man is the void, not his own kind. 】

[Target: Agree to [Swain]'s invitation and assist him in establishing the [Trifali Council] until the [Trifali Proclamation] is promulgated. 】

[Reward: Unknown]

[Special reminder: The reward for this task depends on the completion of the host. The higher the degree of completion, the richer the reward. 】

Trifarious Council?Four people?

According to the original history, the Trifari Council was composed of Swain, LeBlanc, and Darius, who ruled the three domains of the empire respectively. It can be seen as dividing the throne of the Grand Commander Darkwill into three parts.

But now... Swain wants to invite himself to be the fourth member of Trifari Council?

Tsk tsk... I have to say that his situation is indeed very big, and he would even think of inviting an enemy to become one of the leaders of his country.

"I can help you." Mu Bai said in a deep voice, "but there is one condition - I will not leave the land of birth."

"No problem, I won't restrict your personal freedom." Swain smiled rarely, apparently in a very good mood.

Maybe it's because of the joy that Noxus is about to usher in a new situation, or maybe it's because of some secrets that no one knows.

"Once again, I offer you the highest respect." He stood up and performed a Noxus military salute again, "You will become the fourth legend of Noxus, and you will be in charge of this huge empire behind the scenes."

"It's not too late to draw Dabing in the future, let's talk about what you want me to do for you first." Mu Bai said calmly.

"I appreciate your calmness." Swain nodded appreciatively, and continued:

"The Pale Lady bewitched the Grand Commander to plant many 'time bombs' in Ionia. All you have to do is to dismantle these bombs one by one."

"You want me to kill someone for you?" Mu Bai raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, Noxians, my people. If you agree, I will give you a list of liquidation."

After a short pause, Swain added: "They are all Pale Lady's people. They are loyal and dare to resist Darkwill's order. Only by killing them can the war end as soon as possible."

"Give me the list, and I will decide who to kill and who not to kill." Mu Bai's attitude was very tough.

"It should be so." Swain nodded, and took out a roll of parchment from his coat and put it on the table, obviously preparing for it long ago.

Mu Bai glanced at the parchment, and didn't rush to open or put it away, "I believe you won't just ask me to do this one thing."

"Oh, you guessed it. One more thing—one last thing."

Swain reached inside his coat again, and this time he produced two items.

One map, one token.

"Darkwill has ordered an attack on the Shanzan Plain within two weeks. The scale is far beyond any previous battle. What you have to do is to find a way to stop this war."

Swain looked at the position of the sun outside the house, and then walked directly to the door.