When it was confirmed that the injury on Lester's calf was indeed improving at a speed visible to the naked eye, Soraka completely gave up the idea of treating the man.
Before it got dark, Soraka witnessed the lame man setting up a fire in the cave, skewering clean and processed snow deer meat with dry wood branches, and going out to find dry firewood in the wind and snow.
The man grilled the venison all by himself. She lowered her head and compared it secretly. Soraka found that the man's ability to survive in the wild was actually much better than her own.
Passing the grilled meat skewers to Soraka, who was holding her legs and lowering her head, Lester patted the fur backpack that was thrown on the ground, and seemed to be in a good mood.
"These beasts have eaten a lot of people. Judging from the remains, there are at least five of them. I just searched the cave and found a lot of useful things. Maybe we can use them on the way... Come and eat.
"It tastes good when it's hot, but not when it's cold."
Soraka raised her head and tried to hold the branch with clumsy hands. After two attempts, she failed. The man directly handed the piece of meat on the branch to his mouth.
The woman looked at the man, but the man smiled slightly.
"Don't companions help each other? How about giving it a try? The heat should be okay."
Opening her mouth and biting the piece of venison at the outermost end of the branch, Soraka tried to adapt herself to the strange feeling she had never had before.
She didn't seem to hate the feeling of being taken care of.
"Poor little deer, it died and was still making contributions to other lives. If possible, I really hope that the little deer can live happily... It smells so good, Lester, you seem to have done this kind of thing many times
, even I can’t cook as well as you, such as grilling meat so delicious.”
“The more you experience difficulties, you will naturally understand how to face them. It’s just that practice makes perfect.”
While Soraka puffed out her cheeks and chewed the large piece of meat, Lester also took a bite of a piece. The fat of the venison was perfectly roasted by the flames, and it had enough fragrance without any seasoning.
Lester is quite satisfied with the workmanship this time.
"Is this related to another period of your life? If my question makes you feel embarrassed, I will apologize to you."
"It seems that your fellow stars understand my origin and have told you these things. In this case, there is no need to hide it. But I hope you can keep my secret and don't tell others. After all,
You also know that your protoss friends and I have a hostile relationship. By the way, can you sense your protoss friends now? I mean, am I being monitored by them? "
"No, in fact they all have their own things to do, and they rarely look at a mortal for a long time..."
"That's good."
Seeing Soraka shaking her head solemnly, Lester began to tell the story of his previous life.
In today's predicament of having almost nothing, only Soraka can help Lester relieve his depressed emotions and find a sense of identity with Runeterra.
"Before I came to this world, I was a professional killer, employed by an organization. It was a completely different world from Runeterra. It did not have any magic or gods, but it had powerful technological power. Relying on the laws of physics, human beings
You can swim in the sky, explore in the deep sea, and turn the earth into a barren land in an explosion...
When I was young, I lived in the organization's base. The organization taught me survival, various skills, and how to kill people efficiently and secretly. My instructor said that I inherited the masculinity and strength of my Chinese father. The tenderness of Mother Russia, and my first mission was completed in a city built on the ice and snow, which other countries call 'Russia'..."
In addition to the game League of Legends, Lester told many stories about past lives. The man patiently explained the terms that the woman did not understand, while the woman was obsessed with the other world described by the man and was horrified by the strange things. Everything in the world.
Unknowingly, the night was already dark, and only the fire was still lit with a no longer bright light, making a crackling sound from time to time.
Soraka, who was used to falling asleep at night, had already fallen asleep tiredly. The woman's head rested on Lester's shoulder, with a peaceful look on her face, as if she had forgotten that she was on the dangerous Freljord Icefield.
"If you can always rely on others to enjoy comfort and happiness, who would be willing to stand in the majestic wind and rain and move forward alone? Although you are a star spirit, you have the purest and cleanest heart. You protect others. , who can protect you forever..."
The man who kept his body motionless carefully took out a rusty Demacian sword found in the cave from the package. The man held the hilt of the sword and looked at the entrance of the cave not far away, as if danger would appear there at any time.
"At least let me do something for you before you leave."
Under the man's watch, the night passed and the wind and snow disappeared.
At dawn, Soraka opened her hazy eyes and saw Lester having a barbecue. The woman got up from the blanket on the ground. She found no trace of the man sleeping.
Lester smiled sheepishly.
"I have no choice. I can't find other food for the time being, so I have to make do with roasted venison again."
"You are already amazing for being able to get food under such circumstances. And if you do it so well, you won't get tired of it even if you eat it several times."
Soraka responded with a gentle smile, and saw the man hand over the meat skewers, and the woman was ready to catch it with her healed hands, but for some reason, after trying twice, her healed hands still could not hold the meat skewers firmly. Blocks of wood branches.
Sure enough, in the next second, the man fed the piece of meat to his mouth.
Soraka opened her mouth and bit it gently, but Lester began to babble.
"My leg injury has healed, but your hand has not healed yet. This means that your recovery ability is not as good as mine. So in the future, you must be obedient. When in danger, I will go first. Wait until I can't hold you back before I take action. You The magic is our last choice, understand? The most powerful people are the last to take action, just leave it to me."
"Yeah, delicious."
The woman, who puffed out her cheeks like a hamster, tried hard to express her love for roasted venison.
"As long as you like it."
Lester sighed, not sure if Soraka heard it.
After breakfast, Lester slung the polished Demacian sword around his waist, picked up Soraka's crescent staff, and carried his luggage.
The two walked side by side and embarked on a new journey again. On the snow, two rows of footprints were closely together, stretching to the distance of the horizon.