"I just gave some advice and didn't want to stay. Some things are much more important than making money," Kahn told Sethy.

It is foreseeable that Sethy will make a fortune and seize power by relying on the newly awakened bloodthirsty hobby of the Ionians in the war, but no matter how much they have, they cannot buy time.

"That's a pity." Sethy said regretfully.

"It's no pity. Remember that making money is never the first goal, but to live a better life. But if you live a good life, don't forget others. Say goodbye on behalf of me like my aunt."

Kahn patted Sethi's shoulder and left the underground fighting hall through the gate. Kahsha followed behind him and asked him after walking dozens of meters.

"Did you say Sethy fulfill his promise? He told his mother that he would build an orphanage."

"Didn't I just reminded him?"

"Oh." Kasha nodded, took his arm and walked towards the inn.

...

The spring breeze blows the continuous fields of the Navoli Plain. The plow blade cuts the hard soil on the surface, and turns the earth into the private storage of winter under the spring sky.

Walking north from the town, Kahn and Kasha passed through many villages, and these villages were surrounded by large areas of farmland.

The plan for the year lies in spring, and the plan for the day lies in morning. Every farmland Kahn saw was working hard, which was a gratifying and down-to-earth scene.

But the only drawback is that farmers who work in the fields are often older, and some are too old to walk, relying on thin oxen to plow the fields slowly.

The war against Noxus drew too many young and middle-aged laborers in Navoli, which forced the old farmers who did not need to work hard to go back to the field, otherwise they would have to drink the northwest wind when winter came.

In the first few days after leaving the town, Kahn also saw the Noxus collecting food from local old farmers.

He and Kasha generally don’t help, because they can help once, but they can’t help many times. Unless they meet a very helpless old man who can’t stand it, they will compensate the old man without angering the soldiers, so as not to be retaliated afterwards.

Along the way, there were not ten or five elderly people who helped the lonely nest.

Their children were not all dead in the war. In addition to death, the war left something else, allowing these young and middle-aged people to put down their farming tools and take up weapons, or bravely fight against foreign enemies, or brutally chop at their own people.

War has changed a lot, and it is difficult to come back when it is quiet and peaceful and kind to others.

However, these older generations are more traditional and have not been easily changed by war. Every time Kahnkasha wants to stay, she can easily find someone who is willing to take them in for one night, and they will leave some silver before leaving to repay those kind-hearted elderly people.

After two weeks of walking, the Noxus have rarely appeared. On the contrary, there are a lot more people in the Navoli Brotherhood.

These radical guys always flock to visit when they see visitors from a foreign land. Kahn and Kasha have encountered many robbery and blackmail from the Brotherhood, and sometimes they even robbed the Ionians.

However, these guys are not all that bad. Some situations are clear that they are not allowed to let them go if they are not Noxus, and some situations are that the other party is determined to bully them, such as outsiders. They will not be polite when encountering this situation. They will teach them how to behave on the spot with a mixed doubles of men and women.

In the past half month, Kahn had never stopped for someone.

Until one day he saw a woman plowing the fields in a village.

She is very different from other farmers, so she can notice her from afar. For example, Kahn stood above the ridge, while the other party stood in the farmland at the foot of the mountain. If you don’t look closely at this distance, you may admit your mistakes whether you are a cow or a horse, but Kahn clearly recognized her.

The woman had short white hair, and her hair was simply tied up behind her head. She was strong and her thighs exposed under her skirt felt like two wooden stakes.

Of course, this alone cannot make people notice her at a glance.

"Yime, Yibei, Washa, Ana, Yiza, Deda..."

The woman kept repeating the bad Ionian language, all of which were called by family members, like a human cub with a dentist, holding her mother word by word.

Moreover, her aura is essentially different from that of ordinary farmers. Her body exudes an indelible evil aura, like a malignant tumor.

It was these sounds and breaths that attracted Kahn's attention first, and then through further visual observation, he found that this was a woman worth staying at.

The woman was also very keen. After Kahn's eyes stayed on her body for a while, she immediately looked at him. However, after seeing the two of them clearly, she buried her head in the plow frame and drove the ox to plow the mud under her feet.

"What have you been watching her? I know her?" Kasha asked when she saw Kahn standing and looking at the white-haired woman who was plowing for a while.

"Yes, didn't you find anything from her?" Kahn replied casually.

Kasha looked carefully for a while and said in a confident tone: "She is a Noxusian. It is really strange that Noxus does farm work in the fields of Ionia."

"What else?"

"She is very strong and can hold the plow frame with one hand. If I guess correctly, she should have been a soldier before and was good at using heavy weapons."

"You're right, girl." A voice answered Kasha, but the voice did not come from Kahn.

Kasha turned to look at the shadow of the jungle. At the junction of the brown-yellow coniferous forest and the farmland, the figure of the speaker appeared. He floated towards them like a ghost.

She didn't move, and watched the man walk to the bright spot - it turned out to be Yasuo.

"I said why does this sound sound so familiar?" Kasha hugged her arms, her voice cold.

Most of the time she drank that night, Kahn was talking to the ronin swordsman. She only communicated with the other party for a few words, not very familiar with her. Moreover, she didn't notice Yasuo was hiding not far away, so she couldn't help but feel alert.

"Many people are gone, don't be fine." Yasuo's voice was as difficult as he was after a hangover, and few words could be said accurately and quickly.

His messy black hair was thrown back from the edge of his face, and a woven cloak tucked over his shoulder, vaguely revealing the metal shoulder pads on his left shoulder, and did not cover the sheathless sword around him.

If it weren't for knowing each other, Kasha would have dealt with it as a dangerous person. This guy now looks like the kind of drunkard who can give you a knife at any time when walking on the road.

"I'm drunk, I think you're fine." Kahn took the speech and waited for Yasuo to come to them.

And when he approached, Kasha was a little surprised as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Thank you for letting me find the murderer," he said, looking at the woman in the field: "It's her, Riven."
Chapter completed!