While Yasuo was changing his plan, in the Demon Seeker's headquarters, a conspiracy was unfolding in front of a long table that mapped the entire city.

In the dark and cramped underground space, a candle was burning quietly, and the flickering light of the fire was reflected on the map on the long table, making the entire capital also flicker.

Both sides of the long table were densely packed with participants, and judging by their attire, most of them were demon hunters. The dark room gave these people's blue uniforms a grayish look. At this moment,

, they really became a group of "gray-robed hyenas" eyeing them as the people nicknamed them.

"He still made the worst choice." The first person to speak was a guy who completely hid himself under a hood. Her voice was cold and stern. Although she was obviously a woman, she didn't have any femininity at all. "

Thinking that all problems can be solved with infinite kindness."

"It's always been like this." The guy next to him wearing a mask and dressed as a senior demon hunter executor heard this, with a trace of sarcasm on his lips, "After all, according to his routine, things have been successful many times -

Whether it's that stupid Ionian or those self-righteous country bumpkins."

After these two people spoke, everyone present seemed to be activated, and the seven-mouthed warrior began to mock the current Demacian Majesty, with no trace of respect in his words.

"Everyone fought bloody battles, but the result was 'all belongs to your merciful Majesty'. This is really ironic." A short guy next to him also jumped out when he heard the words, his words were full of contempt, "No wonder the Northern Territory

The King of the North is about to appear over there..."

"Okay." The woman who spoke first waved her hand to stop any more complaints, "Let's think carefully about how we can make His Majesty sober and not be so naive at such a young age."

"Then it's up to you." The dwarf demon seeker seemed a little annoyed because of the interruption, "After all... you know him well enough—"

"If you must speak, you must first use your brain." The hooded woman's tone became even colder, and every word seemed to have a lot of sinister meaning. "Or, do you plan to lead the team yourself?"

As these words came out, the whole room became quiet. Everyone's eyes were focused on her hood without any decorations or emblems. Everyone here knew her identity and understood the meaning of this identity. In fact,

Up? The reason why they can sit here today and dare to sit here is because of the confidence she gave them.

"Okay? Let's talk about it." Seeing that everything had returned to the topic, the hooded woman waited for a while and finally spoke again, "Who is on our side?"

"Many." At the end of the long table, someone quickly opened the folder in his hand. "As long as His Majesty dares to explain his plan, a considerable number of people will stand on our side... and the rest will at least be willing to remain neutral."

"Neutral?" She seemed to hear a harsh word? The hooded woman lengthened her tone? "Is there anyone who is willing to be neutral?"

"Not everyone understands the meaning of His Majesty's choice." Looking at the emblem on the document, the archivist who just spoke continued to explain, "After all, in the long years, there are always some people who will fall behind.

, will be eliminated, there is nothing wrong with that.”

"But their stupidity will cause us trouble."

"Then let them trouble others."

"Good idea!" The hooded woman's tone increased slightly. "So, tell me? Who do you think can take on this responsibility?"

"There are several options." It seemed that he was already prepared, and the other party turned a new page? "In Tobitsia, have there been traces of wild beasts recently? It seems that an elemental dragon has appeared."

"Bad idea." The hooded woman shook her head. "Even the legendary ancient dragon can't break through the city wall of Xiongdu - I know very well what the heavy crossbow on the city wall means."

"At the Gate of Sorrow." After being rejected, the second option was quickly found. "There were traces of demonic actions, and, according to the Illuminati's investigation report, this demon seemed to have found the Noxians."

Trouble, very good at assassination."

"Demons are hard to control, don't be wild." The hooded woman shook her head again, "Speaking of which, those guys from the Illuminati can sit still, but it's a pity that they are too timid and the number of people is too small... No matter what the conclusion is, today's words will be kept strictly confidential.

, they can’t be trusted either.”

"Except for them..." After being denied twice in a row, the archivist finally began to flip through the folders quickly, "In Forsbarrow, traces of the legendary nightmare appeared -"

"Don't come out with something full of uncertainty!" The hooded woman finally stood up and interrupted the other party rudely, looking like she couldn't bear it, "What we need is what we can control, and we have it now.

the power of!"

"If that's the case." After thinking for a moment, the file administrator finally put down the folder in his hand, "Right here, in this prison, we have countless choices."

"You mean..."

"The demon-stained people here." The administrator said the second half of the sentence, "The Durang Secret Scroll can make them qualified weapons."

"They are quite useful." The hooded woman was still pondering, but the senior demon seeker executor who led her seemed to be a little moved, "These guys do have room for waste."

"But it's very troublesome." After thinking for a while, the hooded woman still hesitated, "Most of the guys locked up here are out-and-out trash. Even if there is a secret volume, they will just end up like rabbits.

And run away."

"Not all." A smile appeared on the corner of the senior executor's mouth, "There are still a group of guys who are bold enough, but they are not easy to talk to."

"Not enough, still not enough."

"Then light another fire."

"Even if you light a fire, that Ionian will not be easy to deal with."

"Who knows, with your and my abilities, we may not be able to let him leave - there will be wanted criminals in Gendel who need me to lead the team personally."

"This is a really good idea... Where is the King of the North?"

"He won't care. I even dare to say that he would be happy to see something happen to His Majesty."

"In other words, we still need to ensure the safety of His Highness?"

"Your Highness will naturally be safe. As long as you pay a little attention, I will return in time."

In the exchange that seemed like a riddle, these guys called gray robe hyenas, who were actually wearing blue uniforms, quickly reached a consensus. Jarvan III, who was far away in the palace, would never have imagined that he thought he had mastered it.

The power is actually not what he thought it was.
Chapter completed!