Ignoring the noisy crows for the time being, Swain raised his head and looked at Draven, who was trotting towards him.
"You've done me a terrible job, Swain!" After meeting Swain, Draven couldn't stop complaining. "This prison is so boring. I'd rather be thrown into the arena than stay in this prison."
Stay here..."
"That's understandable." Swain nodded seriously, "As long as you're fine."
"If you keep me locked up any longer, I might go crazy!" Delevingne grinned, looking frightened. "Then something will really happen!"
Ignoring the chirping guy, Swain waved his hand behind him, and several Noxian soldiers took Draven away to wash up.
Then, watching Draven being taken to the boat and leaving while making demands, Swain finally turned to look at the other rescued person.
"Miss Tamara, is everything okay with you?"
"Not so good." Tamara, who was extremely embarrassed, shook her head, "Mr. Swain, why are you here? Is there a war between the Empire and Piltover?"
"To be precise, this is just a personal act." Looking at the confused Tamara, Swain showed a smile on his face, "Just like your previous failed kidnapping."
"That's different." Tamara shook her head, "Besides, Mr. Swain, your hand has clearly crossed the line. The war mason is only responsible to the commander-in-chief!"
"No, the War Stonemason is only responsible for Noxus!" Swain shook his head and corrected, "Our commander is no longer the enterprising leader before, now Lord Darkwill
, has become an old man sitting on the throne, and he cannot represent Noxus."
Such words made Tamara couldn't help but widen her eyes. She looked at Swain in disbelief, and in the end she could only slowly and subconsciously shake her head.
"No, Mr. Swain, the failure of the war has driven you crazy. Your Excellency, the Commander-in-Chief, is still——"
"What is it still?" Swain raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a rather sarcastic smile, "Tell me, Tamara, what other words can you use to describe our great commander-in-chief."
As he spoke, he stared quietly at Tamara in front of him with his jackdaw-like eyes, as if he could see into Tamara's heart through her eyes.
Such a look made Tamara have to give up those modifications that were against her will, and finally chose a passable rhetoric.
"Still... an important figure in maintaining Noxus."
"A puppet on the throne, right?" Swain took half a step forward, "The war mason should be the eyes of the empire, the sharpest person. You can't deceive your heart, you can't tell yourself that the commander-in-chief is still the commander-in-chief before.
, right?"
Tamara was speechless.
As a professional war mason, lying is almost an instinct for Tamara. However, facing Swain, Tamara found that every time she tried to lie, her language would change.
She was so weak that she couldn't even convince herself. In this situation, no matter how hard she struggled, she could only tell the truth honestly.
When faced with some open questions, she could still choose her words and respond with less intense words, but when Swain asked if she did, she could only nod awkwardly.
That's right, as a war mason, Tamara can be said to be quite disappointed with her commander-in-chief.
Originally, the war masons were lurking in Piltover, but suddenly a young lady from the Cecao family came over and took chicken feathers as arrows, which ended up being scattered all over the ground.
Of course, failure is not the reason for Tamara's dissatisfaction. What she cares more about is that as a war mason, she has been inexplicably drawn into the vortex of the nobles' profit-the war mason is a spy for the empire and an invasion force.
The vanguard of the organization is a special organization that is only responsible to the commander-in-chief. However, the commander-in-chief used it for personal use.
Even if the Empire was under the guise of "accumulating technology" when delivering orders, Tamara was not a fool. How could she not guess the reason why the Empire was so eager to request Hex's body modification technology, and even did not hesitate to expose the War Stonemason?
?
If the Grand Commander is really here for the technology itself, then why not slowly start from scratch? You know, Tamara's copycat plan is already about halfway through, and her success is actually enough for the Empire to be able to create something newer.
Reliable prosthetics - this is of great importance to Noxus.
But what's the result?
With a command from the commander-in-chief, all the war masons are trying their best to expose themselves and carry out the kidnapping plan with all their might...
It was promised that "there will be a fleet to support us", but in the end, there was only a stupid idiot offering friendly support.
However, even so, Tamara still chose to remain silent when she was in prison and did not reveal any information about the War Masons - she still loved Noxus and loved this country that could give everyone a way out equally, even orphans.
A country where you can survive on national farms, ranches, and orphanages.
Even though Tamara knew in her heart that the Empire raised these seedlings so that they could grow up and provide more fuel for the rumbling Empire war machine, she still did not regret it and maintained her loyalty.
The climb up can be brutal.
But a chance to climb up was enough for Tamara to shed her blood for Noxus.
To put it crudely, the Noxus Empire gave Tamara the opportunity to realize her self-worth!
However, now, facing Swain, Tamara suddenly felt at a loss.
"So, what are you going to do?" Tamara, who was forced into a corner, could only change the subject, "Sir Swain, I don't know what gave you the confidence to embark on a rebellious path with just a few veterans.
Roads, and with all due respect, the city of Piltover is not the same as Uzeris and Bergün..."
"My goal is not Piltover." Swain shook his head, "My goal is not this city, but Noxus - I am not trying to conquer Piltover, but I hope to use it to conquer Piltover."
To begin, fight back to the Immortal Fortress and return the empire to greatness."
Tamara's eyes widened in astonishment, looking at Swain who was full of confidence. She had no idea where the other party's confidence came from.
"The empire has gone astray. As a war mason, you should know very well." Swain continued, "So, I am just a person who brings order to the chaos."
"..."
"There are many people like me in the empire." Having said this, Swain stretched out his one arm to Tamara, "Join us, Miss Tamara, your boss is very optimistic about it.
You, think you have the ability to become a master of war."
For some reason, looking into Swain's eyes, Tamara felt an indescribable sincerity - after hesitating for a moment, she reached out her hand, wiped it on her dirty clothes, and then held it.