People in the League, Masters of Time Management

"Then go and get ready." The old king stroked his beard and smiled, "With me and your uncle Xin Zhao here, nothing will happen."

"Yes!" Jarvan IV also laughed.For him, his father's approval is better than all the rewards in the world.

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In the Laurent family mansion, Fiona Laurent finished reading Mubai's letter.

The moment she put away the letter, she returned to her room and began to pack her luggage.

Mu Bai is her teacher and the benefactor of the entire Laurent family, she has no reason to reject him.

Just like what a deceased nobleman said before his death - she is Mubai's "running dog".

When the owner is in trouble, how can the watchdog be alone?

"Where are you going, my lady?" Amda Laurent, who was passing by, asked subconsciously when she saw Fiona packing her clothes.

"I'm going to leave Xiongdu." And Fiona didn't hide it.

Amda is her elder brother, the second in the family, and in a sense...she can be regarded as her capable attendant.

"Leaving Xiongdu?" Amda asked again, "Are you going to take the glory of the Laurent family elsewhere?"

"It is. But I should not be back so soon."

"Okay. About how long will it take?"

"I don't know...it depends on Mr. Mu Bai's decision."

"Yeah." Amda nodded, not realizing that this farewell is likely to be a farewell. "Before you leave, do you need me to wipe your sword again?"

"Okay... no, no need."

While shaking her head, Fiona took off the saber from her waist, which was of medium length, with a green steel blade and a shiny finish.

"This sword is for you."

"Me?" Amda couldn't react for a while.

This sword was handed down from the previous head of the family, that is, their father, and it symbolized the position of the head of the Laurent family. How could it be given away at will?

"Don't be surprised. It's the same as you thought." Fiona didn't explain too much, and left with her luggage after leaving a word.

She doesn't plan to go back to Xiongdu again.

The Laurent family has no room for promotion in Xiongdu, and it's time to look to the outside world.

Only by following Mubai can we see a wider world.

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Freljord, Kuchar, inside the Alliance Camp.

The three sisters huddled together to finish reading the letter from Demacia - it was rushed by the dragoons.

"Mubai asked for help on his own initiative? This is really rare." Ai Xi was amazed.

"Indeed, in the past he was afraid that we would take risks with him." Sejuani echoed.

"Maybe he really encountered some difficulties..." Lissandra frowned and guessed.

Although the letter did not clearly state what trouble Mu Bai had encountered, there was anxiety and nervousness in the lines.

"Mubai also specifically told us to arrange the affairs of the Freljord Alliance first..." Ashe noticed a very important piece of information.

"Maybe... I'm going to be away for a long time this time? Maybe I won't come back forever?" Sejuani was a little worried.

"That should be the meaning..." Lissandra continued, "Then are you willing to follow Mubai forever?"

As soon as the words fell, the other two girls showed contemptuous expressions at the same time.

Then, they asked in unison: "Don't you want to?"

"Looks like I'm overthinking it."

Lissandra smiled brightly, that sweet smile formed a strong contrast with her icy demeanor.

"Then let's go together. Let's go now, and we can meet Mubai tomorrow night."

Chapter 120 Let's go to the future world together!

On the morning of the third day after the letter was sent, Mu Bai returned to Xiongdu.

Along with him, there are four girls, Kashina, Lacus, Sona, and Quinn.

But instead of going home with Lux and others, he came to the prison where Silas was held alone.

This is the last chance.If Silas still would rather die than obey, then there is a high probability that he will spend the rest of his life in prison.

"Long time no see, steal...no, Silas."

Mu Bai opened the cell door without hesitation, allowing the warm sunlight to illuminate Silas's filthy face.

The magician who committed a heinous crime raised his head, with a cold killing intent hidden in his eyes.His long hair was very messy, covered with a lot of dirt and grass, his clothes were messed up, and he looked very embarrassed.

In fact, the jailers didn't embarrass him, and the supplies they gave were not bad, but he didn't appreciate it.

To this day, he insists that the royal family is deceiving him, and all wizards.In his view, the abolition of the ban on magic is just a cover, and all the new policies implemented by the royal family are also scams.

In order to express his dissatisfaction, he almost went on a hunger strike during his time in prison, and never communicated with others, just like a walking dead.

"Let's talk. Silence can't solve the problem." Mubai walked into the cell against the terrible stench, and stopped in front of Silas.

The latter parted his hair and said indifferently, "I have nothing to talk to you about...the lackey of the tyrant..."

"I can set you free."

"Freedom in shackles, but a bigger cell..."

"Shackles? No, there is no such thing. What I give you is true freedom."

"..."

"I can take you out of Demacia, to a place where there are no nobles and royal families anymore. Everyone is equal there."

"Are you talking about hell...hehe..."

"There is something wrong with your thinking." Mu Bai shrugged and said bluntly: "That is my hometown."

"Don't try to deceive me...you gang of wolf-like nobles, how could you give me benefits for no reason..." Silas was suspicious by nature, and coupled with the previous experience, of course he would not trust the other party so easily at this moment.

But Mubai's bluffing skills are not covered.

"It may be good for you, but it's even better for me." He spread his hands, showing a very indifferent look.

"If you stay here and lie down and don't work, you will only eat expensive rice. It is really a burden to me. If I can drag you to my hometown to work, it will be considered as the best use of everything."

"..." Silas frowned, suddenly feeling enlightened. "You want me to trade labor for freedom?"

"Yes, Mr. Silas. There are no nobles or oppression in my hometown. Everyone is an equal individual. Everyone can use magic unscrupulously—of course, the premise is that you don't hurt others."

"... Labor period?"

"Three months. You help me work for three months, and I will give you back your freedom."

"..." Hearing this, Silas fell into deep thought.

Just judging from Mu Bai's description, that hometown is indeed a sacred place on earth, a paradise...

Even if there is an exaggeration in it, it's still better than staying in Demacia...

This deal doesn't seem to be a bad deal...

"You can think about it for a while." Seeing this, Mu Bai knew that the fish had already been hooked, and all he had to do now was wait.

"It doesn't matter if you don't go, anyway, remember to give me an answer before tomorrow morning, because I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon."

After speaking, he left the cell without looking back.

Although he had cheated Silas in a sense, he didn't feel guilty.

When Silas was in the Freljord, he colluded with the Bearmen and caused countless losses to the Freljord Alliance, and even suffered casualties. He should be punished.

Deceiving him into the future world is the best way to atone for his crime.

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At night, Mubai hid in the room alone again—not because he was weak and afraid that the three girls outside the door would squeeze him dry, but because he wanted to talk to Aatrox about something.

Oh, and Volibear.

It is still a bit inappropriate to bring others to the future world for no reason, so you have to make it clear in advance.

"Aatrox, Aatrox..."

"What's the matter? You annoying maggot!" An impatient voice popped out of the Darkborn Demon Sword.

"Please call Volibear out, I want to tell you something." Mubai's smiling appearance made Aatrox shudder.

As long as he puts on this expression, nothing good will happen!

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Half an hour later, Mu Bai explained everything about the future world to the two "gods".

"How about it, are you interested in going to the future world with me?"

"…" Aatrox and Volibear fell silent at the same time, apparently still in disbelief.

But after all, they are all people who have seen the void, and they know that everything Mu Bai said is very logical and possible.

Therefore, the element of their belief is greater than the element of unbelief.

"Of course, I won't let you work for nothing." Mu Bai said again, "As long as you are willing to go to the future world with me, I will pay you accordingly."

"What payment?" Volibear was the first to ask.

"Freedom." Mu Bai knew exactly what the bear wanted.

"In the future world, I can release you from the Darkborn Demon Sword and help you recast your body."

Sure enough, Volibear immediately showed a longing look.

As a demigod, it is really aggrieved to shrink in the Darkborn Demon Sword every day!He wants to recast his body!He wants to recast the glory of the bear people!

"Yes, I promise you!" Volibear agreed without the slightest hesitation.

Mubai nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Aatrox again, "I can give you—"

"I don't want anything," Aatrox said suddenly, interrupting him roughly.

"Ok?"

"Don't understand, maggot? I volunteer to go to the future world."

Aatrox laughed out of nowhere, a laugh that contained cruelty, resentment, anger, and... yearning.

"How wonderful is the near-destroyed future world! How magnificent is the wasteland full of void worms! I want revenge! I want to kill them! I am the end of the world—!"

"..." Mu Bai was momentarily at a loss for words.

Is this okay too... Well, it's an easy way.

"So it's settled?"

"Of course." Aatrox and Volibear said in unison.

Mubai nodded, and when he was about to go out to find Lacus and the others, Volibear suddenly burst out with thunder.

"Ornn is here..." Volibear said in a deep voice.

"Ornn?"

Mubai froze for a moment, then quickly relaxed his body, letting Volibear help him build a bridge of consciousness.

The next moment, he saw the demigod with goat horns on his head again—the god of casting Ornn.

"Nice to meet you, respected God of Forging." Mubai still maintained due respect for Aoun.

"I'm sorry to bother you in the middle of the night, brave man."

There was a hint of respect mixed in Ornn's tone—the respect that gods show to mortals is very rare.

"I came to you this time to talk to you about that matter... about the future and the void."