Naller sat blankly in front of the food stall, stuffing buns into his mouth among the crowds of people coming and going. He was hesitating whether to bring some to the cat-man boy O'Gorman.
Presidio upholds the best virtues of the First Land, and its virtues are reflected in the steamed bun shop, where two Shurima copper coins can buy a big meat bun.
For every store owner, what they want is not to earn more gold and silver in their pockets, but to gain the value of peace and harmony in interpersonal interactions. For them, it is important for more people to enjoy the food.
The big buns you make yourself are the things that make you happier.
Seriously speaking, the standard of living in Ionia is still very high, and few people worry about food and clothing.
"Excuse me……"
"Forehead."
A low and hoarse voice suddenly came from behind, startling Naler who was in a daze. The one-eyed middle-aged man stood up and turned around, and a desolate figure came into view.
The gray cloth robe stained with travel dust, the unkempt and unshaven face, the shawl as messy as weeds in the wilderness, coupled with the wooden clogs on his feet and the curved scabbard on his waist, there is no doubt that
, the homeless man in front of me is a swordsman.
Although he is a swordsman, only his well-maintained sword is more valuable. Judging from his clothing style, he is probably from the north.
"Excuse me……"
Under the disheveled hair, he saw a bewildered face. Naller seemed to see himself in the moment of exchange of glances. The one-eyed man sat down again and handed the last two untouched buns to him on the plate.
A down-and-out person like myself.
Subconsciously taking the plate, the down-and-out swordsman stared blankly at the two meat buns on the plate, opened his mouth, and felt a little at a loss.
After all, he didn't come here to beg for food, he just wanted to ask for directions.
"Sit down and have something to eat first. Sometimes if you walk too hurriedly, you will be very tired."
Recalling the time he spent with the Noxian named Lister, Naler shared his life experience and poured the swordsman a cup of ready-made scented tea.
Liszt had Liszt's way of enjoying himself, and he had his own way, but he didn't mind learning it.
Sitting silently on the three-legged stool on the other side, the down-and-out swordsman hesitated for a moment, then took off the long sword that had not been taken off for several months, and carefully leaned against the table.
"Looking at you, you must be here to participate in the Soul Blooming Festival."
After the two of them stuffed the fragrant meat buns into their mouths, the swordsman found that he obviously didn't feel hungry, but he couldn't stop eating the food.
"Slow down, eat slowly, no one will compete with you."
After drinking half a cup of scented tea in one gulp, the swordsman emptied his mouth, took out five copper coins from his pocket, placed them on the table, and pushed them towards Nale.
"Thank you, but I will pay for the buns. Sorry, I don't like to owe others..."
"But you want to ask me questions, don't you?"
Naller pushed the copper coin back and gave him a friendly smile.
"I just can't eat this bun anymore. You helped me solve the problem, so just take it as my reward for answering the question."
Glancing at the one-eyed man in front of him, the fallen swordsman suddenly felt that he should keep the money. He was not giving alms, and he was not begging either.
This feeling of peace and warmth is something only you can understand.
So he collected the money again.
Naler smiled.
"My name is Nale, and I am a boatman from Bona Village. What about you?"
After finishing the second bun in small bites, the swordsman drank the remaining half cup of scented tea before speaking.
"My name is Duolong, I come from the south."
Naller sighed to himself that he still guessed wrong.
It’s just that there are many places in the south, Weili, Leatherman Mountains, and Stukaya are all in the south... Obviously, the swordsman named Duolong in front of him does not want to say more about himself.
The other party didn't want to say more, so Naller naturally didn't ask any more questions.
"Doron, are you going to ask me something?"
"Spirits Festival."
Just as he was about to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, but felt a little sloppy, Duolong lowered his right hand again, his expression a little embarrassed.
"I'm here for Presidio's Soul Blooming Festival. I shouldn't have delayed it, right?"
Shaking his head, Naller took a sip of the scented tea in his cup: "No, Karma said, tomorrow is the day when the spiritual flowers bloom."
"That's good."
Heaving a sigh of relief, Doron took hold of his sword and fastened it to his gray belt again.
"Are you leaving now?"
Facing Naler's question, Duolong was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.
"The spiritual flower will bloom tomorrow. It's still early today. I'm not in a hurry. I'm just not used to letting the sword leave my body for too long."
"There are very few swordsmen as... unique as you, but I can tell that your swordsmanship should be very high."
Looking down at his refugee-like robe, Doron knew that the man in front of him had shown mercy.
Ever since he made a huge mistake, he never tidied up his appearance. In the days after his master left, he only had his sword.
Only the sword...
Before his kind face could say anything, he was cut off by his cold sharp blade. His proud talent and talent became the most deadly poison, tearing his heart apart and taking away everything he owned.
The scene was like falling into an ice cave, making the swordsman's eyes full of regret and violence.
The swordsman put his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"Duolong..."
"Duolong, it seems you have your own reasons."
Naler's voice appeared in his ears, and the swordsman was stunned, fixed his gaze on the one-eyed man in front of him, and released the hilt of his sword.
Breaking away from the terrifying hallucination, Doron trembled and started to add half a cup of scented tea for himself. The reason why he added half a cup was because the other half spilled on the table, which made Naller feel a little regretful.
"Sorry, I...I thought of some bad things."
"Everyone who participates in the Soul Blooming Festival, most of them have their own regrets. This is the case for you and the same is the case for me."
Duolong remained silent, just lowering his head and drinking scented tea.
"No matter what we have experienced, we cannot escape. There are some things that we always have to do. Avoiding cannot solve any difficulties."
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Standing up, Doron hugged Naler and left.
A vastaya boy with gray cat ears who had practiced some body skills came towards him. Doron just glanced at him and paid no more attention to him.
He can kill such a person with one knife...
Before he saw that person, he had to clean himself up. At least, he couldn't be so decadent in front of that person.
Whether it is to him or to myself, there should be an explanation...
O'Gorman came to the food stall, sat on the table, and found Naller staring blankly at the empty cup on the table.
"What's wrong? Uncle Naller, did anyone have dinner with you just now?"
After coming back to his senses, Naller nodded and sighed softly.
If you haven't solved the knot in your own heart yet, what qualifications do you have to help others solve their knot?
"Ogman, what did Mr. Liszt say?"
"Here are two meat buns~"
"Right away~"
After ordering food, O'Gorman responded.
"We said we would meet at the entrance of the Magic Garden tomorrow morning and then go to the Spirit Blooming Tree together. Is there any problem?"
Shaking his head, Naller put down the strange and lonely swordsman and looked forward to tomorrow.
"There's nothing wrong with it, it's just that we feel sympathy for each other."
…
"It was my fault."
"There's nothing wrong with you."
Another voice appeared in his ears again. Duolong didn't understand whether the voice came from his own consciousness or whether there was some evil spirit tempting him.
"I, is there no problem?"
"No, you have a problem. Your problem is that you think there is nothing wrong with you, but there is nothing wrong with you, so you shouldn't have a problem."
"I don't understand……"
"You should understand, just like you should know, your master's death has nothing to do with you. It was because he was too weak, because he was too arrogant, and he underestimated your ability..."
"No...that's not it...who are you anyway?"
"I am you, look at your most real face now."
Lowering his head, an evil face with dark red horns appeared in the tub.
Looking at the illusion appearing in front of him again, Duolong punched down, breaking the wooden basin, and the clear water splashed all over the floor.
In the pool of water on the ground, Duolong suddenly found that he had returned to his original appearance, as if he had just had a hallucination.
"I'm still too tired."
The swordsman went to bed and decided to spend the rest of the time resting.
"Someone was smashing things and throwing water."
Xiyue left the wooden wall and calmly gave her judgment.
"He should be asleep by now."
Lester, who was sitting on a stool, looked out the window at the blazing sun. At noon, it seemed reasonable to take a rest.
"You won't be leaving this afternoon, right?"
"Well, the matter is settled."
After confirming that the irritable neighbor next door would not pose a threat to her, Xiyue put down her flying scythe, sat across the table, and let her man pour a cup of tea for her.
The female warrior took a sip, put down the ceramic tea cup, and propped up her smooth chin with her folded elbows, looking a little lazy.
She has been put through a lot of trouble recently.
"Well, Karma's side has been determined. In order to deal with this turmoil, there are quite a few warriors guarding the Magic Garden. Even Shuoji Temple has sent several older monks. If you add Pu
As for the Lei Xidian Militia, the safety of the Lei Xidian should not be a big problem. After all, the spirits and evil spirits that appeared at the last Soul Blooming Festival were also calmed down by the masters. It has only been five years.
In response to Karma’s call, many people chose to face the Spiritual Disaster again.”
He picked up Xiyue's teacup and took a sip. Looking at the funny look on the female warrior's face, Lester said softly.
"What role do you play in it?"
"I represent the Kirigakure style and participate in Presidio's escort activities, which will naturally help my master gain prestige. After all, the task given to me by my master is to promote the Kirigakure style and pass it on. There is nothing better than containing it.
A huge disaster would be a more convenient solution, right?”
"makes sense."
The two people facing each other smiled knowingly, took each other's hands, and intertwined their fingers.
"Speaking of which, at Karma's invitation, Master Lingjue also came out this time."
"Master Lingjue? Can you tell me something?"
"If you don't recognize such a famous person, you are not very reliable."
Putting his face into Xiyue's slender hand, Lester said in a dull voice.
"I just came to Navoli, how can I recognize everyone?"
"Then you don't even recognize me?"
"If I could only remember one person in Ionia, it would be you."
"Humph~ You still have a conscience~"
Just like a newlywed couple, both of them enjoy each other's warmth.
"It is said that Master Lingjue is the sole descendant of an ancient large family in Shangzan in the north. He can easily travel between the spiritual realm and the material realm through [entering concentration], and can travel thousands of miles in the blink of an eye...
He also has an arcane soul blade that has been inherited from his family and has an unknown origin. Just a few days after Jax first came to Presidence, Lingjue even fought with Jax. Unfortunately, from a technical point of view
Speaking of which, Lingjue’s knife skills are still not as good as Jax’s jujube cane.”
"Xiyue, since you lost, you should call yourself Master Jax. This is a sign of respect for the strong."
"I didn't scream. Who asked him to beat me so hard? Why, are you on Jax's side?"
"Who is that over here... who is Jax? I don't know him at all... Oh, I think about it, it's the guy with the cane. Don't worry, if he dares to bully you, I will beat him to death.
! Beat him out of the eternal flames hidden in the cover! The kind that can't even be stuffed back."
"Hey, Liszt, you are so kind to me~"
The charming and naive female warrior no longer looked as cold and arrogant as usual. She sat down on Lester's lap and hugged the man she recognized.
The fragrance of pear blossoms that hit his face made Lester a little intoxicated. He had seen many excellent women in Runeterra, but this was the first time for a woman with an oriental style like Xiyue.
"By the way, Liszt, your movements and skills are so...skilled, you must have a lot of women, right?"
Caressing Xiyue's inky hair, Lester remained silent.
Those who have made substantial progress include Rose, the physical incarnation of LeBlanc, Tali and Jisi, two barbarian sisters from the Dalmore Plains, Margaret recruited by the Immortal Fortress, and those who moved to the Emerald Territory from the Silent Forest.
Sisters Misha and Sheena, as well as Alice, the backup candidate for the legion commander, and Terenna, the mentor of the Black Rose Mage Academy,
In addition to Meredith, who has not yet had a real relationship, and Helena, who is entangled with him,
In addition to the non-human silver-winged dragon bird Shia Silvermoon and the unknown conceptual demon Evelyn, as well as the blue bird Gaan Arem who often closes his eyes to rest,
Also counting the purple-skinned one-headed Garlic... Ahem, this is not possible, humans cannot, at least they shouldn't...
Finally, if we add Xiyue and Elena who turned into runes, there are only fifteen, which doesn't seem to be too many.
In order to have a child, it is not a big problem for me to find more wives, right?
"Actually, there's not much."
When he said these words that were enough to strike thunder from the sky, Lester upheld the glorious tradition of keeping his face calm and his heart not beating. Xiyue, who was staring closely at Lester's expression, relaxed, as if she believed Lester's words.
"That's great, can you tell me how many there are?"
"This question is not important. What is important is that you are by my side at this moment."
"how many?"
"Well, actually, my status is a bit special. In Valoran, people with status can have many women..."
Xiyue had already sat up straight, took out a short knife similar to a Gurkha scimitar, and put it against the man's neck.
"several?"
"Speak nicely, we are all one family, don't do anything."
Gently taking the dangerous items out of the female warrior's hands and placing them on the table, Lester looked at the particularly determined girl in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and whispered.
"Do you really have to get an answer?"
"You know, what I want is your sincerity, the answer is not important."
The female warrior's stubborn voice made Lester choose to give up. He didn't want to deceive the girl in front of him who had given everything to him.
After thinking about it, he told the truth.
"Eight, you are the ninth. Xiao Jiu sounds so nice, right?"
Then, Xiyue's eyes lost their brightness, and for a moment, Lester vaguely saw the God of Death holding a sickle smiling at him.
"Destroy Kirigakure and her husband. This world is so boring."
"Wait! Xiyue, we agreed that we only need to be sincere!?"
"There has to be a limit to sincerity, right? Eight! Do you want to do it one by one?"
Sitting up suddenly from the bed, the downtrodden swordsman Duolong glared irritably at the young couple arguing and fighting next to the wooden wall, and the whisper in his ear appeared again.
"It's very annoying. There was a poor dog who was kicked by someone while he was sleeping. Do you want to kill them?"