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Catalina felt a surge of urgency at the thought. She couldn't let this happen. Her pride kept her from bowing to her sister.

"You're doing this!" Cassiopena raged, her pretty face filled with anger. "If you could do it, this wouldn't be the case!"

"I don't care. I'm going back to Blackburg now." Katarina didn't care about the complaints of this rookie sister, and the other party couldn't stop her.

"Sit down!" Cassiopena stood up, blocking her silly sister's path, and said coldly, "If you don't want to be punished by the bigwigs of Black Castle, sit down!"

"Punishment?" Catalina sneered, a hint of disdain on her face.

This foolish sister, seeing she had no other options, was threatening me? She had shown a strong attitude in Piltover and hadn't brought shame to Noxus at all. Why would they punish me?

"Don't get your hopes up! If you report this way, you'll be punished." Cassiopena took another deep breath and said, "You might even lose your position as legion commander!"

"Oh, even you can use such a cheap trick?" Catalina sneered sarcastically, "Get out of my way!"

Of course, she wouldn't believe her sister's words. Not only would she be punished, but she would also lose her position as the legion leader. How could this be possible? Her position as legion leader was recognized by the Senate of Nobles!

Even if it is a king, if he wants to deprive himself of his status as a legion commander, he must go through the Senate.

"I'm telling the truth." Cassiopena shook her head and sighed, "Having you come to Piltover as a diplomat is a trap for our family."

She had originally wondered what had driven those powerful figures so mad to allow her foolish sister to serve as a diplomat. Now, looking back, it was all a trap.

One of those bigwigs took advantage of his father's absence from Castle Black and ordered his sister to serve as a diplomat.

These people naturally knew her idiotic sister's personality and knew she couldn't possibly handle a full diplomatic mission. Now that they were at odds with Piltover and their cooperation was completely ruined, they were finding a pretext to cause trouble.

This is the scheme of those in power, and it is hard to guard against.

"What a trap! Don't think you can fool me with that!" Catalina said coldly, "Get out of my way, or I'll be rude!"

"I'm not lying, I'm stating the facts." Cassiopena naturally refused to budge, instead barricading the door even tighter. "If you go back and report this now, not only will our family be in trouble, but Draven and his brother will also be in trouble." She glanced at Draven beside her.

"I think your sister is right this time." Draven touched his head awkwardly and said, "Those guys really have bad intentions."

Although he was a fun-loving person, that didn't mean he was brainless. After Cassiopena's analysis, he did feel that something was wrong.

Draven wasn't afraid of punishment; he was a tough guy. Even when he was assigned to the arena as a guard, he didn't care. As long as he could see others fight, or get to fight himself, he would accept any punishment.

But he was afraid of implicating his terrifying brother. If his brother knew that he was stripped of his position as the legion commander because of his fault, he would be in trouble.

"How come even you..."

"Katerina, you don't want your achievements to be wiped out, do you? In that case, let's use our injuries as an excuse and stay quiet for a while."

"Humph, just a minor injury."

"No, are you really injured?"

Cassiopena's face showed a slight surprise. She knew her sister's strength, and with Draven, it should be more than enough to deal with the Piltover guards. How could she be injured?

"There are still strong people in that city." Even though Catalina didn't want to admit it, she still said it lightly.

On the other side, the city of Piltover.

"Everyone should know what the next topic is." Camille, sitting in the main seat, looked around with an indifferent expression. "How should we deal with the upcoming large-scale invasion from Noxus?"

"This..." The entire parliament fell silent, and the reviewers frowned.

If they could cooperate on equal terms, it wouldn't be impossible. But they didn't expect the envoy from Noxus to be so powerful and bullying.

Not only did they violently attack the Piltover guards, they even extended their evil claws to the council members. This is absolutely intolerable, it is a slap in the face provocation.

Although Senator Camille's powerful military force had suppressed the two envoys, the most important thing was how to deal with the ensuing conflict.

Since Noxus has done such a thing, it will definitely stick to it. It is almost impossible for their small city of Piltover to fight against a behemoth like Noxus.

"Do you want to form an alliance with Demacia?" The fat councilor was the first to make a suggestion.

With the power of Piltover, it is naturally no match for Noxus, but if it has the support of Demacia, the danger will be much reduced.

"Demacia is undergoing a large-scale restructuring of its nobility, so I'm afraid I won't be able to leave." Another tall and thin councilor shook his head and said, "And even if Demacia agreed to an alliance with us, the compensation they would demand would probably not be low."

"How about we just go talk to the sheriff in the base city?" Patriarch Jiraman suggested.

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Hatchet Girl: Huh? You said the Piltover Council wants to form an alliance with you?

Illustrator: If I'm not mistaken, they were probably frightened by Noxus. That's understandable, given the huge disparity in power between the two nations.

Skirt-Lifting Maniac: Yes, if you don’t want to be destroyed, you can only choose to cooperate with one side.

Miss Beaver: But in that case, why didn't they choose Demacia?

Lazy Kitten: Demacia is quite far from Piltover. Far water can't quench a nearby fire, not to mention that Demacia is also an empire. Empires have their own interests and demands.

Curly Hair: Hmm, to put it simply, they are just afraid of being swallowed up by Demacia.

Wig: No, I don't think it's necessary to annex it. But to get Demacia to make a move, the benefits would definitely be huge. Besides, there's no guarantee that Demacia can really save Piltover.

The Villain of Soul Society: This is a good opportunity for Konan.

The so-called good opportunity is that they can use this wave of cooperation with Piltover to gradually deepen their control over the city. They can even extend their hand to Piltover.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: I thought so too. But Sister Hua, when are you coming over? I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed by myself right now.

After facing Melus, Konan had probably figured out where she stood in this world. She was roughly equivalent to a demigod, but still a bit behind veteran demigods like Melus and Janna.

These veteran demigods not only possessed demigod powers, but also possessed the ability to utilize the unique rules of this world. If a real fight broke out, he would probably be no match for them.

of course.

Konan herself knew that her enemy wasn't Melus, nor was it Janna. Instead, it was the gods of Mount Targon, who even demigods like Melus and Janna found daunting, and the future's end... the void!

Facing such an enemy, even someone as powerful as her would find it very difficult.

Soul Society's Evil Leader: Soon. I'll probably be leaving the day after tomorrow. Then, I'll give you a surprise.

Lazy Kitten: ?Surprise?

Book artist: My curiosity is piqued, what surprise is it?

The Villain of Soul Society: A surprise is naturally a surprise. Can it still be called a surprise if you say it out loud?

The guy with the shark face: I’m afraid Sister Hua’s surprise is not ordinary.

Curly Hair: Riddler, right? Now Sister Hua has learned Riddler too, right? This group is doomed! Mr. President, are you going to do something about it?

It's an actor: whatever.

An Ran shrugged inwardly; he was actually happy to see it happen. His path wasn't one of ruthlessness and apathy; naturally, he hoped the group members could be more lively.

"An Ran, An Ran...how long do we have left?" the little black cat on my shoulder said in a soft voice, "We've been walking for ten days, why haven't we arrived yet?"

Ten days.

They set out from the Baron's territory, crossing mountains and hills, and saw many new and strange things and monsters along the way.

There are evil spirits carrying lanterns in the middle of the night, daytime banshees with tragic pasts, and even unscrupulous humans who sacrifice their own sons to monsters.

She finally understood why An Ran always said this was a social structure that shouldn't exist. Compared to monsters, humans were sometimes even more beastly.

With this new realization, the little black cat felt heavy inside. However, she couldn't express this heaviness, so she could only urge An Ran to reach her destination quickly. She wanted to rest well, calm down, and turn this realization into experience.

But unfortunately, she hadn't really rested in the past ten days. As she browsed through the mountains and hills, the smell of the monsters made her hair stand on end.

"It's almost there, just ahead." An Ran looked towards the village in the distance, where wisps of smoke were slowly drifting up.

"Ah, really!" The little black cat also saw the outline of the village and showed an excited expression on his face. "Is this the Brie Village that Nick mentioned? It looks so peaceful!"

"You're being too quiet." An Ran's expression changed, and he felt something was wrong.

As I walked towards the village, the feeling that something was wrong became stronger.

"Smell of blood?" The little black cat also smelled something unusual and a look of horror appeared on his face.

It wasn't until they stepped into the village that the scene they saw confirmed their suspicions: corpses lay scattered on the ground, some of them incomplete.

Several huge zombies were lying beside the corpse, feasting on it, making creepy chewing sounds.

choke.

The long sword was unsheathed, flashing with cold light.

The zombies didn't even have time to react before their bodies were torn into pieces.

"Who did it?" The little black cat took a breath and asked with a trembling voice.

Although these corpses were being eaten by ghouls, she knew very well that the village massacre was not the work of ghouls. Although these monsters sometimes attacked the living, they would never dare to openly attack the village.

"It's a sword wound." An Ran looked down at the fatal wound on the corpse at her feet and whispered, "A single sword strike sealed the throat. He must have been a master swordsman. Judging by the length of the blade, it must be a military sword."

"There's also a badge over there." The little black cat pointed to a shiny object that had fallen not far away and said, "Is it the Nilfgaardian army? I see, it's because of the war."

Her tone was relieved, but also angry.

Under An Ran's guidance, she no longer cared about the so-called right and wrong of war. But this disgusting act of slaughtering civilians was truly worse than that of an animal.

An Ran shook her head and said calmly, "Nilfgaard's frontline troops are over 400 miles away from here. Why would they come to the enemy's heartland to slaughter them?"

"This..." The little black cat was silent for a moment, then suddenly woke up. "You mean..."

Crash.

As the two chatted, a sudden flurry of chaotic footsteps could be heard outside the village. Dozens of soldiers in red and white armor surrounded the entire village, crossbows pointed at An Ran, who stood in the center.

"Drop your weapons!" The leader of the soldiers rode on his horse, arrogant. "You damned executioner, you must be punished!"

"It's here as expected." An Ran sighed and said softly, "That's why I hate this distorted world."

983 Rage

really?

Hearing An Ran's words, the little black cat seemed to have thought of something, and an incredible expression appeared on her face. Her cat eyes looked around, carefully sizing up the group of soldiers in front of her.

They were indeed wearing Redanian uniforms, completely unlike the pure black Nilfgaardian uniforms, but these soldiers were clearly stained with blood, looking like demons from hell.

So, they were the ones who massacred the entire village? And now they're crying wolf? Why?

The little black cat felt very puzzled and desperately wanted to get the answer.

"Tie him up and bring him back to the capital!" The leading army commander ignored An Ran and Little Black Cat's expressions and instructed his subordinates, "Say that the culprit behind the recent massacre at Camel Ridge has been found, and have His Majesty personally execute the executioner."

"Boss, he's a demon hunter." The adjutant beside him whispered a reminder.

"Demon Hunter?" The army captain glanced at An Ran, looking him up and down. "Hmph, no wonder he dares to act so recklessly!"

The smile on the army chief's face grew even wider.

He was previously thinking about how to make the identity of the scapegoat in front of him more reasonable. Now that the other party is a demon hunter, wouldn't it be even better!

If it was a demon hunter, then it would make sense for him to massacre the entire noble class of Camel Ridge. This would make it easier to report to His Majesty and he might even receive a generous reward.

"But, Her Excellency Philippa once said..." The adjutant looked a little embarrassed and whispered, "Let's try not to cause trouble for the witcher."

The so-called Lady Philippa is Redania's chief advisor, Philippa Eilhart.

This chief advisor is also one of the leaders of the Warlock Council and the leader of the Northern Warlocks. She has learned relevant information about An Ran from Yennefer and Triss.

Although Philippa did not completely believe in the demon hunter that Yennefer had mentioned who could kill demons, she was still afraid of the worst. That was why she restrained the soldiers of her country from causing conflict with the demon hunter.

But the army commander clearly didn't want to give the chief advisor any face, and said coldly, "We are His Majesty's army, not Philippa's army!"

His words were equivalent to revealing his identity and completing his stance.

The Redanian Kingdom was not a monolithic entity. Although Radovid V had been raised by Philippa since childhood, his resentment towards her grew deeper and deeper.

This resentment naturally comes from the control of power.

The chief advisor used Radovid V's young age as an excuse to interfere in the kingdom's political power. As the legitimate king, Radovid V grew older, he became increasingly dissatisfied with the advisor.

Under a certain inevitable trigger, the conflict erupted. Now the entire country was divided into the advisors and the king, and they were almost incompatible.

The young king was indeed quite resourceful, able to gradually turn the tide even when he was at a disadvantage. He had now seized nearly half of the royal power.

He only needed to make one more brilliant move to completely defeat Philippa, and this brilliant move was at Camel Ridge.

Baron Chris, the Lord of Camel Ridge, was Philippa's close ally, her right-hand man. Radovid V's purpose in sending his private army there was naturally to cut off Philippa's hand and then shift the blame onto a nonexistent Nilfgaardian spy.

The current situation is that the choice of spy has fallen to An Ran. As long as he is brought back to the capital and given to Radovid V, the game will be completely completed.

Therefore, the army commander could not give in at this time and had to put the blame on An Ran, even though he was a demon hunter and even if it would offend the kingdom's chief advisor.