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..."
To be continued...