The meeting dispersed, but many of the elders still pestered Reginader, and the stubborn but genuine Ionians seemed to want more assurance from him. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Karma wanted to say something to him, but chose not to join in the fun, and she walked out of the makeshift command post, where the soldiers were running in circles outside, shouting a uniform trumpet. Between the commands of the high wall, the archers bent their bows and arrows, aiming and firing like a person, as if a canopy of arrows rained down on the plain.

In what was once Ionia, it was a completely unimaginable sight.

She thought in a trance that it was a long time ago, in fact, it had not been seven days since Reginad took over the garrison here, and that was the day Noxus had made the appointment.

Seven days.

Seven days that lasted for a long time, but it was a miraculous seven days, and Du Kecao, as a devilish military strategist who resounded through Valoran, would never give his opponent such time to prepare, and he made an exception for this, apparently because-

He believed that Ionia, which was declining in his own traditions, was no match for him, and that such conquests were dry and boring. So he allowed seven days, just to see how Reginald could form his Ionia, and how far he could stop the iron hooves of his invincible army.

And this is a contest between them.

It was getting dark, and Karma was dressed in a nightgown and wiped her long wet black hair with a towel.

She couldn't sleep for a long day, the oil lamp was lit on the small table beside her, and as the Apocalypse, her room was very simple, as it had been when she lived in the village.

The silver-haired woman who attacked Reginad on the way to help, Sindra, she knew no better. She didn't know if she should talk to Reginald, but it was all old and didn't help solve the current problem.

She still remembered the face she had been, immature, but with innate arrogance, reflected under the strange long silver-white hair. No Ionian woman has that kind of aura, and even the heroines of the women have some gentle temperament.

But she's different.

It is true that Sindra is not an Ionian woman.

She was met near the harbor, where their village was next to the harbor, and she had heard of the mysterious Tempest Gym on the other side, but she had only heard the bizarre stories, but she was told that they had actually descended on this magical land.

Whenever merchant ships passed by, they would sell their goods in the side streets outside the port, for the sake of convenience, and also because Ionia forbade foreign merchants to go deep into the hinterland to do business, and made an exception for them to sell their goods in the port area, so that the traveling merchants could earn a little money on the voyage.

Their goods were neatly stacked in crates, and they had traveled thousands of miles across the ocean, cheaper than the traveling merchants in the countryside.

Mama Tara often travels to the vicinity of the harbor to procure the necessary goods for the children in the orphanage, and Karma is the eldest of the children, growing up in the orphanage and helping Mama Tara run the orphanage at an early age.

It was on that day that she met the silver-haired girl for the first time.

She stood on the harbor, like an island away from her companions, alone but hard in the middle of the bustling crowd.

"Where's your mom and dad?"

The silver-haired girl didn't say anything, just shook her head.

A gloomy businessman's uncle stared at the girl as if she owed him a large sum of money, and he had been leaning against a simple wooden stall that had been discolored by the dampness, and was a citrus merchant, when he saw Karma and Tara come up to ask the silver-haired girl, and immediately greeted him.

Apparently, despite her old age, the shrewd merchant could tell from the contours of her wrinkled features that they were not related by blood, and that the good man who had adopted one child was likely to adopt another.

"This stinky girl was found in my container, and God knows how she hid it and poured out my oranges. When the ship set sail this time, I sold her to the captain, and there was no shortage of helpers on board, but there was always a shortage of women. ”

He said it deliberately, but it was a common occurrence for mercenary traveling merchants.

Karma tugged at Mama Tara's sleeve, who smiled and nodded, and eventually they took the child back to the village orphanage, for which they paid for a whole box of citrus.

"My name is Sindra." The silver-haired girl only said this to her and Mama Tara that day, and never said anything more.

Karma takes her on a tour of the orphanage, an abandoned old temple that used to house a god and is now left with a tree-lined courtyard and creepers on the walls.

She showed her around the lodgings, a mud meditation room where four or five children lived on a large wooden bed with thick cotton mattresses. The new friend was met, and although Sindra had been silent, the children knew that children who had just arrived here would be a little shy.

Finally she led Sindra to Mama Tara's hut, which sat next to the temple, where she slept with the children at night, so that it was now a utility room and kitchen, where she would prepare hot meals and take them with her in a bamboo cage when it was time to eat.

They had eaten together, and Mama Tara took them to meditate in the ancient courtyard.

It's not just an orphanage, it's also a school.

Mama Tara knows a long-lost spiritual practice that cleanses the soul, and she believes that orphans are more likely to get lost in their souls, and that this devotional helps everyone find themselves.

Relax, inhale, exhale.

Sindra slowly fell into a deep sleep in Mama Tara's gentle voice, she sat cross-legged, confused, but her senses were very clear, she could feel every breeze around her, she could feel the insects flapping their wings among the weeds of the temple, she seemed to feel herself one with the world.

It seems like just a dream.

But it was so real, as if she could leave this young body to wander in the world. But this sense of freedom was always fleeting, for soon she would see it again—

- "Why did those people kill us?" ”

- "Only power will not betray you. Sindra, you must remember this phrase. ”

- "Mom, where are you going?" ”

- "Stay inside obediently and don't make a sound." ”

- "But ......"

- "Aren't you going to be the best magician?" Stay inside, don't make a noise no matter what you hear, someone will help you out. There, that's the magic school you want to go to. You'll be better than everybody...... Remember the name of the enemy: Du Kekao. ”

The painful memory came to her mind, the scene of that day, but not just a memory, she seemed to be able to see the scene after the crate was closed: the scene of her mother being taken away.

With each meditation, the vision became clearer and longer, and she felt more lonely than ever in a distant foreign land, and the longing brought her thoughts to her mother's side.

It was as if she could become one with her mother in meditation, she could feel all her pain, she was held for three days and three nights, without food or moisture to moisten her chapped lips, and she almost lost consciousness until finally she and her father were brought before the court.

The man in the middle of the judgment seat......

The man his mother called his enemy, he had a pair of vicious eyes like a vulture.

Remember......

The name of the enemy......

PS: Tara Mama (Tara), the name is taken from the English transliteration of [Tara].