"I have been paying attention to you since a long time ago and have been looking forward to your future performance. If it were not for this accident, I would continue to choose to wait."
The woman began to tell her own experience: "I tried to persuade the king of this country to give up the stupid ban on magic. Unfortunately, there was too much resistance. One after another nobles came out to oppose it. Demacian people are really harder than rocks.
, very boring.”
She originally wanted to play with Silas's tangled hair hanging down from his forehead, but she seemed to smell a strange smell and took it back in half-interest.
"But this is not difficult. As long as there is time, they will be easily disintegrated. Those religious groups that are bright in front of them but dark behind them will also be swept into the corners."
"Sounds like you're worried about this country." Silas scoffed.
"certainly!"
The woman raised her voice proudly: "If you want to forge a good weapon, you always have to put in enough effort."
"You are one of my chosen forging agents." The woman gently tapped the forbidden magic stone on Silas's chest: "A strong potion that removes impurities from weapons. Of course, I don't want to use it unless absolutely necessary."
"Ha..." Silas sneered after hearing this.
"But it would be a waste to just give up on you."
"Another idiot who has hope for this country." He stared at the woman's face with his deep, cold eyes: "You can't change this country if you wait for another hundred years, oh - do you still have one hundred years to live?
Ha ha ha ha!"
"Who says there isn't?"
The woman was extremely satisfied with his expression. She immediately put her cold hand on Silas' rough face, narrowed her narrow eyes, and said teasingly: "So what if it takes a thousand years? Poor Silas, is it possible?
Will gods disappear from this world because of time?”
"……What!?"
Silas looked at the woman in horror when he heard this.
"Do you think I am a god? Ha... No, I am really innocent." The woman took off her hood, revealing her pale face: "The world is far wider than you think, 'young man'."
"What on earth are you..." Silas swallowed the word "thing" and did not dare to say it.
"who I am?"
The woman looked at her skin, stretched out her hand to beckon in the void, and then suddenly transformed into Silas's appearance, and even the smell was exactly the same as him.
"I am you."
"I could be millions of people. I have had many names, but most of them are unimportant."
The two Silas looked at each other, and the woman immediately transformed into Jarvan III: "If you want to call me, maybe you can call me... Black Rose."
"black Rose……"
Silas looked at the lifelike Jarvan III with some horror, and felt a chill coming up from the soles of his feet.
"Gulu."
He swallowed: "In that case, why don't you just replace the Dog Emperor?"
"What's the use?" LeBlanc chuckled: "A king who is not praised will fall into the dust. Neither Jarvan I nor Jarvan II ended well, and those who died will no longer have anyone to praise their glory.
.”
"...I understand somewhat." Silas said with some difficulty.
"That would be perfect. Let's discuss the price of saving your life." LeBlanc pinched Silas's muscles: "How much is the future of a genius worth?"
She snapped her fingers, flames burned in the void, and a roll of parchment fell into her hands.
"Like this?"
She handed Silas the treaty she had drawn up.
"Any questions?"
She sat on a pale flame beneath her, crossed her graceful, slender legs, and waited quietly for Silas to read the terms.
"Help you establish a mage rebellion and force Demacia to also establish a mage army?" Silas violently tore up the parchment: "In the end, you also deliberately let Demacia win. You want to use my compatriots as sacrifices.
?!"
"What's wrong?" LeBlanc waved his hand to collect the fragments, and he would soon be restored to his original state: "The mage's bloodline will never be cut off. Just paying a small price can allow the mage to live openly and honestly in this country.
To survive, aren’t you willing to sacrifice even this little bit?”
When Silas heard this, veins popped up on his head, and he roared: "This country is hopeless!"
He waved out his fist, and the magic stone chain behind him suddenly made a loud noise, but in the end he could only hover in mid-air in vain.
"After completing the mission, the whole world will have a lot to go to, so why bother to stick to this country." LeBlanc yawned boredly: "Do you think you are a great saint?"
Silas's eyes were filled with hatred: "I want to destroy this rotten country."
"It's up to you after the treaty ends." LeBlanc handed the parchment to him again: "I just need a sharp enough weapon. After using it, it will naturally become waste. I can give it to you as a toy."
"So what's your choice?" There was a gust of wind in the dungeon, and the light in Silas's eyes gradually changed, and the biting cold began to emanate from LeBlanc's body.
Silas knew that he had no third chance to choose...
"I..." After a moment, a weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
…
Late at night, Ellerbella was awakened by the cold wind. The magic in her body was restless. The magic of the mind gave her a more acute perception. She intuitively felt that something terrible was happening in the dungeon.
She trembled, as if she heard the whispers of the dead.
"No……"
In a daze, she seemed to see a line of undead knights standing guard in front of a ghost king.
A humble body prostrates respectfully and submissively on the dark stairs.
…
"Okay, the contract is established." LeBlanc smiled solemnly: "If you violate the contract, you will be chased by the undead. I suggest you not imagine that you can violate it."
"I won't." Silas's eyes were burning with hot fire: "I will witness! I will erase some injustices!"
"Then so be it."
In a short period of time, both parties reached a treaty that was extremely satisfactory to each other.
LeBlanc left another roll of parchment: "This is a top secret in the Demon Seeker's vault. I think you will be interested. I have put magic on it. No one else can see it except you."
The killer hired by the big family will arrive at night in three days, and I'm looking forward to your performance."
After saying that, she moved as if teleporting, leaving a handful of dazzling powder in the air, and disappeared directly in front of Silas as if she had done some eye-catching trick.
The cold aura disappeared, and Silas was in a daze... A scene similar to the moment when he and the great being looked at each other when signing the contract flashed before his eyes.
"The world?"
A sense of sadness appeared on Silas's face - his long life in prison had long made him forget what the world was like.
Even listening to the scraping of the guards' armor outside the door became a rare moment of enjoyment for him.
Otherwise, why would he lose his temper and scream when he saw such pure and beautiful light in Lux's body?
"How can we forget the deep hatred and hatred!"
"Demacia will eventually be destroyed because of his sins!"