People in the Alliance, Time Management Master

"After the Battle of Standing Firm, I was despised by the Empire and became a 'useless' person with no sense of existence."

"Taking advantage of the fact that no one paid any attention to me these past two years, I successfully stole many imperial secrets that I was previously not entitled to know, and used these secrets to secretly develop my own power step by step."

“My influence has penetrated into every sector of the empire, and I can launch a coup at any time.”

Swain removed his right hand and placed it on the table. His index and middle fingers tapped rhythmically on the surface.

"But there is one thing that makes me wary—the Pale Lady and her magical society."

“I can overthrow Brown Darkwell, but I’m not confident I can maintain power after seizing it. I’m still slightly less powerful than the Pale Lady.”

"So, I need your help. If you're willing to put in just a little bit of work, this absurd war should come to an end."

As he spoke, Swain turned to look outside.

In a small plot of farmland, two elderly people and a young girl were chatting and laughing as they worked the land. The blue sky and green water created a picturesque scene.

"Peace or war depends on you."

"..." Mu Bai frowned slightly, looking somewhat hesitant.

Ending the war would be ideal, but cooperating with Swain... requires careful consideration.

He is more cunning than a lone wolf, more ruthless than a vulture, and more ferocious than a grizzly bear...

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

[Mission: The Council of Four - Trevory]

[Description: The beneficiaries of war are always the cunning nobles. Regardless of victory or defeat, the people of both nations suffer immensely. It's time to end this farce. Remember, humanity's enemy is the void, not its own kind.]

Objective: Accept [Swain's] invitation and assist him in establishing the [Trefari Council] until the [Trefari Proclamation] is issued.

[Reward: Unknown]

[Special Note: The reward for this task depends on the host's completion level; the higher the completion rate, the richer the reward.]

The Trifalli Council? Four people?

According to the original history, the Trifalley Council consisted of Swain, LeBlanc, and Darius, who each ruled over one of the three domains of the Empire, effectively dividing the throne of Grand Chancellor Darkwell into three parts.

But now... Swain wants to invite him to become the fourth member of the Trifalli Council?

Tsk tsk... I have to say, his vision is truly remarkable; he actually thought 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 on one condition—I will not leave the land of birth.”

“No problem, I won’t restrict your personal freedom.” Swain rarely smiled, clearly in a very good mood.

Perhaps it was because Noxus was about to usher in a new era, or perhaps it was because of some secrets unknown to anyone.

“Once again, I offer you my highest respect.” He stood up and gave a Noxian military salute again. “You will become the fourth legend of Noxus, ruling this vast empire from behind the scenes.”

"We can draw up the big picture later. Let's tell you what you want me to do for you first," Mu Bai said calmly.

“I appreciate your composure,” Swain nodded approvingly, then continued:

"The Pale Lady has bewitched the High Commander to plant many 'time bombs' in Ionia. Your job is to defuse them one by one."

"You want me to kill someone for you?" Mu Bai raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, Noxian, my fellow countryman. If you agree, I will give you a list of those to be liquidated."

After a slight pause, Swain added, "They are all the Pale Lady's men, utterly loyal, and dare to defy even Darkwell's orders. Only by killing them can the war end as soon as possible."

"Give me the list. I'll decide for myself who to kill and who not to kill." Mu Bai's attitude was very firm.

“That’s how it should be.” Swain nodded, took a roll of parchment from his coat and placed it on the table, clearly having prepared in advance.

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

"Hehe, you guessed right. There's one more thing—the last thing."

Swain reached into his coat again and this time pulled out two things.

A map, a token.

“Darkwell has ordered an offensive on the Shanzan Plain within two weeks, on a scale far exceeding any previous campaign. Your job is to find a way to stop this war.”

Swain glanced at the position of the sun outside, then walked straight to the door.

"The map marks various strategic points of the Noxian army, the significance of which goes without saying. As for the token, you will know its function in half a month. See you later, Mr. Mu Bai."

A few ravens flew by, and Swain's figure disappeared into the field.

Mu Bai breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the token.

It bears an inscription—the Noxian coat of arms after the new regime took office.

However, this coat of arms differs somewhat from the original historical coat of arms: above the eye icon symbolizing Far-sighted Swain, there is an additional image of a long black sword.

Sharp, dark, and secretive.

The first three members of the Trifal Council represent strength, strategy, and cunning, respectively, while he, as the fourth member, symbolizes "liquidation."

The Longsword's mission and duty is to purge anyone who might threaten the Trifal Council from behind the scenes.

“Once Swain goes back and overthrows Darkwell, this token will be like an imperial sword…” Mu Bai murmured.

Ahri, standing to the side, blinked in confusion.

Oh no, I don't think I understood anything...

Forget it, it's useless even if I understand it.

"Mu Bai-chan~ I want to suck on her~"

"……climb."

Chapter 46 The Fox: A Second Enchanting Touch

Mu Bai stared at the map Swain gave him for a long time, so much so that he forgot to eat.

If nothing unexpected happens, Swain did indeed meticulously record the Noxian army's movements on the map without reservation.

Having studied from day to night, Mu Bai was somewhat confident that he could end the war with minimal cost.

The only problem that troubled him was that there was an uncontrollable factor in this war.

Saien.

This first Noxian Hand, who should have died, knew nothing of reason; the only thing that could drive him to move his limbs was the thirst for killing and bloodshed.

Darkwell, that madman... actually wants to send Sion to the Ionian battlefield.

It is more terrifying than Singed's alchemical weapon—the same indiscriminate destruction, but with even greater destructive power.

In the original history, the Ionians paid a heavy price to subdue this resurrected monster.

"As for Sion, I'm afraid the only way is to defeat him head-on..."

Mu Bai shook his head and sighed, put away the map, and turned to look at the food on the table.

Because it had been sitting for too long, the food had completely cooled down, and the sauce had congealed into clumps, making it look very unappetizing.

Just as he was about to take the food out to reheat it, the door suddenly opened.

This time, what peeked through the crack in the door first wasn't fox ears, but a long leg wearing black stockings.

"Good morning... oh no, I should say evening now."

Syndra, who had been catching up on sleep all day, walked into the room and glanced at the food on the table.

"You haven't eaten yet?"

"I bet you haven't eaten either?" Mu Bai asked with a smile. This girl has been sleeping all day; she definitely hasn't eaten anything either.

"Hmm... but I don't feel hungry when I sleep." Syndra lowered her head and pinched her lower abdomen. "Besides, I've been on a diet recently..."

"lose weight……?"

Mu Bai was stunned and looked at the other person with an incredulous expression.

Syndra's figure is absolutely perfect, with curves in all the right places, neither too much nor too little.

If this requires weight loss, then this perverted fox must seriously reflect on himself. He's been indulging in drugs every day, isn't he afraid of getting fat to death?

"I think you're perfect as you are now, you don't need to lose weight."

"But... I've been eating too much lately," Syndra said, feeling wronged. "It's all your fault for giving me so much delicious food every day..."

"Oh... I didn't ask you to finish it all..."

"But I don't want to waste it... because everything you gave me is incredibly precious to me."

Syndra smiled and sat directly on the other person's lap, turning her head to ask for a kiss.

Mu Bai naturally wouldn't refuse this small request. In an instant, the room was filled with the scent of hormones.

These legs are so comfortable to touch, no matter how many times you touch them; they are so captivating.

"You're at it again... I told you not to touch your inner thighs..." Syndra said coquettishly, her cheeks flushed. "Go eat first... we'll talk later..."

"I'll eat you first, then I'll eat rice." Mu Bai narrowed his eyes, preparing to take things further.

But just then, the half-closed door was suddenly pushed open again.

Familiar fox ears, familiar fox tail, familiar lewd fox spirit.

"Eek~ Mu Bai-chan said something suggestive~"

Upon seeing Ahri, Syndra immediately jumped off Mu Bai as if she had been electrocuted.

But then she thought about it again and felt that something was not right—shouldn't the one who should be ashamed be this dead vixen?

I'm the one in question, why are you making it seem like I'm having an affair?

Thinking of this, she sat down on Mu Bai's lap with an air of arrogance, the blush on her face replaced by pride.

"We need to get down to business. Would you please leave first, Miss Ali?"

"Important business? What important business?" Ah Li's fox ears twitched, feigning ignorance. "Could you tell me about it? Or perhaps take me with you?"

Syndra frowned, momentarily at a loss for words.

To say it directly? No, no, that's too... embarrassing to say.