People in the League, Masters of Time Management

"You're welcome." Mu Bai smiled back.

"By the way, where are my socks...can you find them for me?"

"..."

"Mubai?"

"..."

Can you stop thinking about your black silk, why not pay you back at night...

The atmosphere in the room became weird again.Just as Mu Bai was thinking hard about how to fool him, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Mr. Mubai, Miss Xingdora, are you inside?" It was Okun's voice.

"Yes, wait a minute." Mubai immediately stepped forward to open the door, looking at Okun with eyes full of gratitude.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Mubai and Miss Xingdora." Okun bowed slightly to the two.

Mu Bai doesn't need to say much, Xingdora is naturally referring to Syndra.

Her name is well-known in Ionia, and is regarded as a symbol of hatred and destruction.In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Mu Bai gave her a pseudonym with a similar pronunciation.

Anyway, there are not many people who have actually seen her, just change the name.

"Good afternoon, Okun." Mu Bai simply replied, "What's the matter?"

"Yes Yes."

Okun nodded vigorously, looking very excited:

"We have contacted the reinforcements from Navoli Province, and we can start the assassination mission immediately!"

Chapter 9

As night fell, Faylor Island fell into a dead silence, only the occasional flash of fire swearing who owns the island.

A few night crows croaked in a corner that people could not see. The quacking sound that symbolized disaster and bad luck seemed to be saying goodbye to the dead, and it seemed to be singing to the murderer.They became one note, one chord of the war march.

In the shadows once stained with Ionian blood, a group of Ionians are staring solemnly into the distance, planning a great and glorious revenge plan.

Half of them are wearing gray robes with long swords, and their resolute eyes represent their experience in many battles; Know how to forbear.

"Map." A gray-robed swordsman whispered, and someone immediately handed him a port map full of marks.

There are a large number of Noxus soldiers stationed on Felor Island, and their deployment is very delicate. It is not an easy task to go through layers of obstacles to reach the warship deep in the port to carry out the assassination.

General Mallory Jean, the Noxian commander-in-chief on the Isle of Faylor, was a brutal man who had murdered countless locals since taking the island, including Okun's wife.

It took the rebels a long time to figure out his routine and movement track, and spent more than two full months exploring the security deployment of the port, and finally found an opportunity today.

"I will avenge you..."

Okun murmured and looked at the looming fire in the depths of the port, silently clenched his fists.

The revenge of killing his wife is irreconcilable!

After months of forbearance, finally came the chance of revenge!

"Okay, go forward." The gray-robed swordsman headed put away the map and made a gesture. Everyone immediately moved into action and got into the dark night.

The group of people moved very nimbly, and with the protection of night, there was almost no danger of being discovered while sneaking along the planned route.

Not long after, they bypassed the guards outside the port and jumped into the sea together.

"Stop." The gray-robed captain raised his hand again to stop everyone.

He looked at the Noxus soldiers on the deck of the battleship, then looked back at his teammates behind him, and raised his eyebrows inexplicably.

There are too many people...

The request for help clearly stated that there were only eight members of the rebel army, but it turned out to be ten people, tsk...

There's even a woman who doesn't even carry a weapon, it's... well, no wonder Faylore fell.

The gray-robed captain sighed secretly, and then said: "Cory and Bolton follow me, and the others wait where they are."

The two gray-robed swordsmen who had been named dived into the water with the captain, and resurfaced next to the sideboard of the battleship after a while.

They climbed up the nearly vertical side of the Scarlet Huntress with the agility of spiders, and stalked quietly along the gunwale.Their blades gleamed coldly, and the night watch sentries of the battleship were brought down silently, one after another, without any alarm.

"The strength is good." Mu Bai praised in a low voice.

The girl on the side pursed her lips and said nothing.She could feel the malice in that gaze just now, and the disgust and contempt made her very uncomfortable.

"Actually, you should wait for me to go back in the hotel." Mu Bai felt the girl's displeasure.

"I'm afraid you're dead." Syndra said frankly, "the potion is still on you."

"...Okay." Mu Bai smiled wryly and shook his head.

It's not just the potion, your black silk is still on me.

Well, the attitude is bad, and the return of the black silk is delayed for one day.

Anyway, bare feet are pretty good...

While the two were talking, the troubles on the battleship were almost resolved—all five Noxian sentries were killed, and their sinful blood began to leak on the deck.

The gray-robed captain poked his head out of the deck railing, imitating the crow's call while gesturing.

After receiving the instructions, everyone immediately climbed up with the help of the rope thrown by the captain, and all boarded the boat in just half a minute.

"Time is short, act quickly. I don't want anyone to drag down the whole team." The captain glanced at Mubai and Syndra intentionally or unintentionally, and then sneaked quickly with a few gray-robed swordsmen.

The girl Liu frowned tightly, looking like she was going to get angry, but fortunately Mu Bai touched her head in time to comfort her.

Everyone moved forward steadily along the preset route, stopping and going, trying to avoid the patrolling sentries, and the captain would assassinate those who could not be avoided.

It has to be said that the overall level of this group of gray-robed swordsmen is very good, and they are all experienced and well-trained veterans.

The task has been carried out very smoothly so far.

Now it was time to bypass the last area of ​​the battleship and arrive at Mallory's private room for the assassination.

The cruel and greedy general spent every Tuesday and Friday in port, and returned to his room at the third bell of the battleship.Those two days of the week were when he was most exhausted and least alert.

Not only that, tonight is also a "carnival night" for the crew. They will celebrate the anniversary of the landing of the Scarlet Huntress with barbecue and dancing, and the defense force has been reduced to the lowest point.

"There are still 20 meters." The gray-robed captain stopped again and carefully examined the surrounding situation.

Taking advantage of this period, Mu Bai also thought about it, and suddenly felt... Isn't it a little too relaxed?

Although every step has been studied, there is always something wrong...

Would a general with such a high rank be assassinated so easily?

"Cory comes with me, and everyone else is on guard. If there are any Noxian bastards within five meters of the room, kill them directly."

The captain issued the last order, and he was about to lead people into Mallory's room immediately.

But Mu Bai felt that this was too hasty, "Let's stop observing for a while, we don't even know the internal structure of the room."

"Huh?" The captain paused, frowned and looked at Mubai, "Pay attention to your identity, friend. Your duty is to execute orders, not question them."

"you listen to me--"

"Shut up, don't force me to take tough measures... Tsk, why do you have a prick like you in the rebel army on Ferrell Island? It's really terrible."

The gray-robed captain clenched the hilt of his sword, ignored the other party's advice, and quietly led a swordsman around the outer edge of the room.

Okun also gently pulled the corner of Mubai's clothes, and said in a guilty tone: "Sorry, Mr. Mubai... let's wait here."

"En." Mu Bai secretly sighed, no longer arguing.

Although this group of grey-robed swordsmen has sufficient strength, their spirits are too high...Arrogant soldiers must be defeated.

Forget it, maybe I really worry too much...

The night is dark, the stars are bright, and the calm sea occasionally stirs up a few waves. Such a scene is too beautiful to behold, but everyone has no intention of appreciating it.

They stared at the gray-robed captain nervously until the door was gently pushed open...

Chapter 10 Machinations, Ravens, and Swain

Mallory rubbed his sore waist with a satisfied face.

Ionian women can always surprise him, and even the humblest mixed-race vastaya will have a different flavor, which is very good.

Today's pastime, full marks.

"The harvest is not bad, hehe, double happiness." The ferocious old general glanced at the report on the table, and his mood improved.

Another large batch of goods was intercepted, and there were even a lot of special products from the inland areas of the land of birth, which were very valuable...

Counting the supplies sent by the empire... tsk tsk tsk, it's full.Isle of Faylore is such a wonderful place.

After another year or so, there will be endless gold coins to spend after retirement, hahaha...

Mallory became happier as he thought about it, oblivious to the door slowly opening behind him.

Right now, he still doesn't know what that luxurious door means—maybe it was a symbol of wealth and status before, but not now.

It is the gate to hell, the way to death and redemption.

ga-

There was a slight and harsh sound from the hinge of the door.

Mallory turned his head away, put away his petty thoughts that did not fit the general's temperament, and stared at the gradually widening door gap with sharp and fierce eyes.

"Good evening, General Mallory." Before the door was fully opened, a hoarse voice came in first.

Mallory had not heard the voice.Of course, he had never heard the voices of most of the soldiers on the island.

But no matter who it was, showing up uninvited at this hour, without even knocking on the door, was enough to make him feel angry.

As the last syllable fell, the door was completely opened, and the stench of the sea breeze rushed into the room. The candle on the table was faltering, reflecting a half-limping figure.

His hairline was tinged with gray strands, clearly visible in the flickering firelight.The battle-baptized armor was covered with a plain coat, and both hands were tightly tucked inside the coat--a dignitary that disgusts ordinary people and despises soldiers.

Mallory looked at him sternly, trying to find memories of the man in his mind.

Unfortunately, he really couldn't remember who the lame man in front of him was.

"Who are you?" Mallory asked. "Name, rank, unit... You'd better say all the information within three seconds. Remember, three seconds."

"I like your style of acting, it's efficient enough."

The man in heavy armor and coat bowed slightly, and his words and deeds revealed a gentleman's temperament.But because of the limited movement of one of his legs, it made the bow look unsightly.

"Swain, Jericho Swain. My name."

The voice fell, and the room fell into a dead silence that lasted for several seconds.

Uneasy emotions flashed through Mallory's heart, replaced by irritation and disdain.

"What's the matter with you, Mr. Swain?" He specially emphasized the pronunciation of the word "Sir", instead of addressing the other party's official position, "Oh no, I should ask... why did you appear here? "

A useless person who was expelled from the army after a defeat would not be welcomed in the entire Noxus.

Not to mention that Mallory is a general, even the most ordinary marine soldier would not take Swain seriously.

A waste without strength and courage does not deserve the respect of Noxus.

Even if he was once one of the best generals in the empire.

"It's a long story, General." Swain's face was calm, and he didn't feel the slightest annoyance at the other party's arrogance.

Mallory snorted and looked him up and down boldly and impudently, every inch of his body.He wore no insignia of rank, the only insignia being the scars that bear witness to a soldier's bloody experience.

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with idlers. Just talk if you have something to do, and get out if you have nothing to do!"

"Hey, efficiency is good, but impatience is not." Swain sighed softly, "To make a long story short, I'm here to kill you, General Mallory."

There was another silence in the room.

Mallory plucked his ears flamboyantly, his face distorted with rage, crumpled into old wrinkles and scars.

"I don't think I heard it wrong? The useless person recognized by the empire is trying to kill a glorious general?"

"Yes, you heard it right, and I said it right." Swain was serious, but revealed a faint smile.

"You are courting death..." Mallory frowned, and reached for the epee leaning on the table leg with one hand, "I can hang you hundreds of times with your words alone!"