Shiville is a mercenary. If he doesn't receive enough benefits, he will never help others for no reason.

If Nathers only wanted to use her blood to revive Shurima, she would not let her succeed even if she left Shurima.

After hearing what she said, Nathers finally looked at her again with a scrutiny gaze, and finally nodded.

Now her existence has a completely different meaning. Even if she gave him a bad impression before, he has to start paying attention to her ideas.

"What do you want from me?" asked Nathers.

Shiville originally wanted to talk about wealth, but now she says wealth is too vulgar. With her current ability, wanting money is just a matter of touching her fingers.

It’s easy to complete the entrustment, or just grab it.

"I want you to be my bodyguard and protect me."

Finally, Kahn couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Now as long as Shiville doesn't take the initiative to provoke her, basically no one can endanger her life. This reason is just an excuse to tie Nathers to her side.

It is precisely because they are going to provoke the prophet and the dark forces behind him that in order to ensure success rate, they have done this.

"I will do this without you saying I will." Nathus could do anything to revive Shurima.

"Oh? Then do you have a way to clear the curse?" Shiville changed his mind.

The atmosphere suddenly became colder, and the intention of Hillville to ask this question was obvious.

Perhaps she no longer had the intention to kill Kahn, but the idea of ​​breaking out of his control has not disappeared.

It is natural for human nature that no one wants to live under the control of others, Kahn understands this.

When Kasha heard about Shiville's question, she had some thoughts at first, but immediately shook her head and denied it.

Kahn has been able to help her contain the nails. Now she has nothing to be dissatisfied with the nails, so there is no need to get rid of it.

In Shiville's hopeful gaze, Nathus shook his head.

If he really had any way to resist the erosion of the void, his brothers and sisters would not have fallen.

"Okay." Shiville said with regret: "Then please help me kill someone first."

...

Nathers wrapped himself in his burqa again, bowed through the low gates and corridors, and followed the few people to the station.

People have gathered in the small square, and staying on may attract Noxus' army and cause unnecessary trouble.

So they came to the resident to discuss what happened next.

The dim light inside made him uncomfortable, and he was still used to being exposed to the sun. Moreover, the way the stone and wood piled up and the strange form of furniture made him feel dazzling and restless.

But he could not ask too much about the aesthetics of mortals, nor did they have the ability to restore Shurima's former glory.

He couldn't help but think of the beautiful Garden City, where Azer's mother was born.

The young emperor also generously gave grace to the people here. The layers of gardens were planted with flowers transported from all over the empire, surrounded by colorful colors and wonderful fragrance. Groups of tall towers were decorated with silver and jade, and cool water flowed out of the temple and flowed day and night along the elevated canal.

If Shurima could be revived, he might have seen such good fortune again in his lifetime.

"Please sit down, do you want something to drink?"

After unraveling the misunderstanding, Shiville entertained Nathers like a hostess.

Seeing that those stools with handles could not even accommodate his heels, Nathers was reluctant to destroy his image and sat on the table, so he did not sit down.

He opened his mouth and replied: "I don't have to eat or drink. The power of the sun has recast my body and is not as good as the world."

"That's a pity." Shiville raised his eyebrows, and Nathers's high tone made people uncomfortable. She said, "Although I can't afford to eat or drink, I can't bear to give up this little bit of appetite."

After saying that, she poured some wine for herself and the others and started drinking it on her own.

"If you resurrect Azel and let the sun disk see the light of the sky again, your great achievements will be recorded in history, and it is not impossible to ascend to heaven to become a god at that time. Is immortal power and long lifespan comparable to these fleeting enjoyments?"

Nathus had no expression on his face, although he thought in his heart that Shiville, as the descendant of the sun, should work hard to revive the glory for Shurima, rather than spending his time on these low-level enjoyment.

"Do you know what two things I fear most? Living without money and having money cannot be spent. Living in the present is the most important thing. Besides, the ascension ceremony is so dangerous that I cannot try it until the end of my life."

Shiville responded faintly to Nathers, but anyone could feel the friction in it, and the smell of gunpowder began to spread in the air.

Don't fight again and demolish the station, Kahn had a headache.

In the original world line, it was Shiver who met Nathus after resurrecting Azel. And because his Shurima reappeared, Nathus was very friendly to her as soon as he met, and the latter was also moved by the first impression that Nathus gave her. He did not act so harshly now, like a pair of masters and servants who spanned thousands of years.

Now the two gave him the feeling that two people with different values ​​were forcibly bound together by fate, and there were constant frictions.

Without speculation, Nathers forced himself to get to the point.

"Who do you want me to kill for you?"

"A prophet, who embraced the void, gained the power given by the void, developed cults on the edge of Shurima, in an attempt to make the void come back."

In order to avoid the two of them having verbal friction again, Kasha directly answered for Shiville, which is one of the few topics she can participate in.

"The remnants of the Akasians?"

Nathus was far away from the world and had never heard of rumors about the prophets. When he heard about embracing the void, he immediately thought of the Akasians who had released the void.

"No." She shook her head: "The Prophet is just an ordinary person with predictive ability."

"He's the same as you?"

"It's different. Although this skin armor will bring us pain and trouble, it only stays on the surface of our body. The prophet's thinking has been filled with the strange energy of the void and has completely fallen."

Nathers frowned, things sounded a little tricky.

This prophet seemed to have fallen more seriously than the Dark Seed. Although his predecessor was just a mortal, it would be a big trouble if his cultists did not handle it well.

He will no longer underestimate mortals, because he has suffered a loss in the hands of mortals, and the price he paid is that the entire empire was destroyed.

"I promise to help you, just as my brothers and sisters once did, I will stand on the front line of fighting the void creatures and drive them back to their world."
Chapter completed!