A few days later, a noble manor in the Immortal Fortress City.

"Commander Leicester, let's have another drink." The owner of the manor glanced at him, and the servant standing with a bottle on the side came forward respectfully and slowly filled a glass of fine wine for Leicester.

Lester was slightly tipsy, but he still drank the wine happily.

He came from a poor background and had never done much research on wine. But the difference between good wine and cheap wine is still very obvious and can be tasted.

"General Tomili, how much does this thing cost?" Lester asked vulgarly.

"It's not worth anything." General Tomili smiled calmly: "They are all products from his own winery."

"We are also old comrades-in-arms. If you like it, I will ask the butler to send two cars to your house tomorrow. Please take your time to taste it."

"Haha..." Of course Leicester knew that the "worthless self-brewed wine" mentioned by this old nobleman must be very valuable.

A gift is two cars. If converted into market price, this is probably enough for the leaders of the Leader to go to see Mr. Tam.

Although Lester is not a leader, in the past year, he has been strictly demanding himself according to the standards of a leader.

Not to mention two cars of famous wine worth thousands of gold, he would not accept even a favor of one gold coin casually. Even if he accepted it, he would immediately give back a gift of corresponding value to show the distinction between public and private matters.

So when General Tomili said he would give him two carts of fine wine, his first reaction was to refuse. But...

"I'm already a sinner, so what else is there to do?" Recalling Swain's cold and decisive words, Lester couldn't help but laugh to himself.

Compared with the evil deeds he committed in the past to massacre the city, collecting two carts of wine is nothing.

Anyway, it is impossible for him to keep his position in the future, so why not get drunk today and be his true self first.

"Thank you then, General Tomili," Lester said.

"Oh?" A hint of surprise flashed in Tomili's eyes.

He took a sip of the red wine, then took advantage of his drunkenness and said, half jokingly, half seriously: "Hey, Commander Leicester, please don't call me general again."

"I can't even see my own battle group now. I eat, drink and have fun in this manor like a useless person every day. How can I be regarded as an imperial general?"

In order to maintain the stability of the domestic situation, Swain used thunderous means to wipe out all the rebels, and then rudely gave the "Imperial Capital Housing Benefits" to the leaders of the independent war groups who were like local princes.

Almost all the leaders of the independent war groups were forced to leave their own territories, moved to the Immortal Fortress with their wives, children, and children, and became central officials in name only under Swain's nose.

Although Swain did not accomplish everything, the territories and warbands under their names are still under the control of their family members who stayed behind.

But obviously, if their family members left behind in the territory are not peaceful enough and want to cause trouble...

As the heads of the family, they, along with the other family members who came to the capital together, would be immediately taken to prison by Swain and experience the complex emotions of being sent to the guillotine in Noxus through the air by a "filial son and wise brother".

"Sigh. If I continue to be idle like this, I will be too fat to ride a dragon lizard!"

"Haha..." Leicester said with a fake smile, without making any response.

General Tomili secretly observed his expression and continued to talk "drunk talk": "Actually, it's good to have tea and drink every day and have a little leisure time."

"It's just that I'm worried that if this continues, we may not even be able to drink the wine in this glass."

"What?" Lester frowned secretly, feeling wary.

"They are not the leaders yet." General Tomili's "drunken talk" became more and more explicit: "These ancestors have already infiltrated into Noxus in an overwhelming manner. Even the serfs in my winery have been

They started agitating and clamored for personal freedom, rent and interest reduction, and clearance of old debts..."

"Alas! If this continues, won't Noxus be turned upside down by these poor devils?"

"I don't know what Commander Swain is thinking, why hasn't he..."

"Ahem!" Seeing that the old comrade's words were getting more and more dangerous, Lester interrupted with a light cough at the right time.

Then, he said seriously: "General Swain has his own considerations. We have the power of two ancient demons, and we don't need to be afraid of the Wind Leader."

The Demons of Fire and Demons of Shadow left behind by the Black Rose are now openly the power of the Noxus Empire.

Just like Demacia promoted Galio as a "weapon of decisive battle" to appease the hearts of the war faction, Swain has been promoting the power of these two demons to stabilize the situation.

This statement could still attract many people before, but as time passed, the uneasiness in the hearts of the nobles accumulated deeper and deeper, and now...

General Tomili took a big sip of wine and directly questioned: "Really? Commander Swain really has a way to deal with the Wind Leader? Is he really thinking about how to deal with the Wind Leader?"

"Why do I feel that... Swain is leading him, and he is like the leader!"

"You?!" Lester shrank.

These nobles have already noticed it?

He was about to say a few words to object to such rebellious remarks, but General Tomili seemed to be willing to go all out and continued to talk "drunk words" in front of his protégé, the general: "Commander Lester, you don't

Do you feel it?"

"Most of the mid- to high-level officers promoted by General Swain in the past year are young people who are leading the way."

"They are all greedy and incorruptible. They do not use privileges, do not accept bribes, do not do business, do not own property, and behave like leaders than leaders..."

"Look, do they still look like generals of the empire?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Lester retorted without changing his face: "Can't the generals of our empire be honest officials?"

"The great commander-in-chief Swain has been so kind to us. Of course we must repay the kindness of the commander-in-chief, always check and reflect on ourselves, and work hard every day."

"Just like me...I haven't been greedy or taken anything this year. Could it be that I have become a leader?"

"Haha." General Tomili laughed drunkenly: "You?"

"No, I know you too well. You definitely don't."

Lester: "......"

This seemed to be recognition and ridicule. In short, these words sounded very harsh to him.

"That's enough! General Tomili, stop talking nonsense. How can Commander Swain be the leader?"

"You are making such malicious speculations about the Commander-in-Chief. Aren't you afraid that I will report what you said regardless of the feelings of my comrades?"

Lester made a serious expression as if he wanted to draw a clear line with him, and he looked very serious.

But Tomili observed his expression carefully, but still said under the influence of wine: "I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing."

"However, Commander Leicester, I think you can understand my feelings... Maybe we are in the same group."

"Huh?" Lester frowned, as if he was unhappy.

But General Tomili struck a chord with him with one sentence: "Many of the officers and generals that Commander-in-Chief Swain has replaced over the past year are your friends and confidants."

"It seems that the commander-in-chief doesn't trust you very much, Commander Leicester."

Lester looked ugly and remained silent.

"So, I wonder if you are also treating the leader of the war faction like this, which is why Commander Swain treated him like this."

Lester still didn't speak, as if he acquiesced to this.

"You can definitely see that no matter what Commander Swain thinks...if we continue like this, we probably won't have a chance to defeat the Wind Leader."

"No one knows whether the so-called two demons can defeat the goddess Janna. But one thing is certain:"

"If we lose, then everything we have now will be wiped out with the arrival of the leader."

"The spirit of Noxus will die with it. Those weak and incompetent losers will step on our heads with pretense. Our past great achievements will turn into shameful crimes overnight. We will be sent to prison and forced labor.

The farm, even the gallows and the guillotine, are judged by the wastes who should be groveling before us..."

General Tomili sighed sincerely again.

"..." Lester was silent for a long time, and finally said, "Yes!"

He also sighed deeply and said, "But what can we do?"

"I cannot change the mind of Commander Swain. And with our strength alone, we absolutely cannot change the status quo and defeat the leader who has risen."

"They have the goddess Janna, and we are just mortals."

"That's not necessarily the case..." Tomili said in a subtle tone.

"Oh?" Lester looked over, his eyes full of inquiry.

But Tomili smiled carefully and said: "Haha. I was just thinking that it would be great if we also had our own gods."

"My own...god?" Lester's heart skipped a beat.

This is exactly what he's been thinking about.

Over the past year, every night he tossed and turned, every time he tried to hold back his unwillingness to play the good guy in front of those untouchables, he couldn't help but think...

It would be great if they also had gods to protect them.

There are good gods like Janna in the world, why can't there be evil gods who protect the nobles?

"Such a god..." Lester looked at the drunk General Tomili thoughtfully: "Is there one?"

"Perhaps," Tomili replied without missing a beat.

Then, he said insinuatingly: "I heard that Volibear, the demigod of Freljord, is an evil god who doesn't like human civilization."

"But unlike aliens like the goddess Janna, gods are all arrogant. Volibear has been sleeping for thousands of years and rarely sets foot in the mortal world."

"If you want to see the legendary 'Volibear', believers must show determination."
To be continued...