"What's the matter?"

According to Jeno's unprofitable personality, Camille has reason to believe that Jeno must have something to do when he comes to her.

Because if this guy is fine, he won't call back to say hello at all. And it just so happens that Camille is also such a pragmatist.

"Yes, it's a very important thing, it's about your safety, and someone is eyeing you." Jeno's very serious voice on the other end of the communicator made Camille's eyes turn orange-red with alarm, but in the blink of an eye, they were back to normal.

"You say, I'll listen to you." Camille put down her knife and fork and brought the communicator to her ear, and with all her attention, she could hear even the sound of Jeno's breathing, and even the sound of insects chirping in the field.

"Over there, you have to keep an eye out for a gunman from Ionia, I don't know if he arrived in Piltover or not, but he will definitely find a way to make a big deal to get your attention when he gets to Pitz."

"Who is he? What are the characteristics? Camille began to think about investigating the nearest ships that had docked, nipping the danger in the bud.

A qualified florist should cleanly remove the diseased branch before it sprouts, so as not to let it rob other flowers of even the slightest nutrient.

"He's the killer hired by Takeda Saito to kill you, but I've dealt with his master. His name is Kada Ember, and he may call himself the Golden Devil, and he does not rule out the possibility of changing his name; As for the identity that may be disguised as a theatrical actor or an artist, he wears a mask most of the time and is a cripple. But don't be fooled by appearances, the most careful thing to do is the set of firearms in his hand that can be disassembled and reassembled, forged from Ionian copper. Guns contain magic, and the bullets that rain out can easily pierce your shields. He treats murder as an art, and the outpouring in his hands is his paintbrush. ”

Thinking back to the clues Sinjid had told him before he went mad, Jeno finally knew why Ember had gone to Piltover to plot against Camille.

It turned out that all this was due to the revenge of the alchemy baron Takeda Saito, and the Philos family ruined the foundation he had worked hard for many years in Zu'an, forcing him to leave his hometown to escape the limelight for a while.

So Takeda, who had lost almost everything, hated Camille, the real ruler of Philos, and even took advantage of the Ionian Parliament to hire the most talented murderer of all time to avenge him.

"Sounds like a very talented person? If this kind of person can't hide in the crowd, I will send someone to the dock to impose martial law and take him down as soon as he lands. ”

Through Jeno's description, Lady Camille has a certain understanding of Ember's image, and if Ember is really as special as Jeno said, then Camille can recognize him at a glance in the crowd.

But as soon as she finished speaking, she heard Jeno accentuate his tone, and his voice became urgent:

"Nope! No! No! Jeno said no three times in a row, telling Camille not to move.

"Don't be clever enough to startle the snake! He is a real high-IQ criminal talent, with very clever disguise skills and acting skills, if he doesn't want to show his face, you won't be able to recognize him even if you walk in front of him! ”

"There is no such thing as a true perfect crime in the world," Camille chuckled calmly, "If I'm not mistaken, this is what you said to Caitlyn." ”

"You're listening to me!" Jeno was so excited that he suddenly rolled up from the bed, but when he thought about it, he and Caitlin had been talking about Sherlock Holmes for a long time, and after thinking about it, it seemed that there was no need to pursue it.

"Forget it, in fact, this sentence is not wrong, in the face of such a high-IQ criminal talent, the best time to arrest him is the moment he commits a crime."

"How?" Camille came interested: "How do you know where he's going to do it." ”

"By some coincidence, I can see a part of the trajectory of fate, and the fate of the enforcer and the killer will converge in a theater, and you surround the theater with a group of guards, and he will appear in front of you and play piano music, but it is a trap."

Camille looked at the steak on the plate, and the mysterious fate trajectory that Jeno said turned into the muscle texture of the steak in her eyes, and the veins they converged into were clearly visible, but in the end, they were all cut off by her knife.

This made her chuckle: "Didn't you wake up, it sounds like a dream." ”

"Believe it or not, I just wanted to remind you in the end—" Jano paused and said, "Watch out for the gun he's hiding behind his back." ”

"Well, it looks like it's serious, I'll take care of it." Camille hung up the communication, her smile narrowing, and she sat down at the table, her head bowed, not knowing what she was thinking, until the dinner on her plate was cold.

……

The next day, Jeno said goodbye to the second elder with the package of the broken blade on his back, and walked in the direction of the Wind Passage site.

Since he had already been there once yesterday, Jeno was familiar with the road, and he came to the gate of the Wind Dojo after crossing a few hills.

There are many maple trees around the dojo, because the word "maple" and "wind" have the same sound, and the symbol of the power of the dojo is this wind.

The mountain gate was wide open, and Jeno could see through the gate that many disciples were practicing swords in the dojo.

They have been repeating the action of drawing their swords and stabbing at the straw man, intending to break through themselves in speed, and often take an entire day for the slightest breakthrough that is imperceptible to the naked eye.

Outside the mountain gate, Jeno saw a drunken man hiding behind the doorpost, looking inside in a trance, so that he didn't notice Jeno's approach.

Messy black hair was tossed back from the edge of his face, and a woven cloak was tucked over his shoulders. The cloak loomed into revealing the metal shoulder guard on his left shoulder, nor did it obscure the unsheathed sword beside him.

He was a samurai, but not a family or precinct.

Such people are called ronins in Ionia.

The identity of the other party was about to be revealed, but Jeno did not expose it on the spot.

Jeno approached him, a wisp of fresh wind hitting the back of his dusty neck as he walked, and he looked around, and when he spotted Jeno, there was a hint of curiosity in his hard gaze.

"Since you wear a sword, why don't you go in and practice with them?" Jeno smelled the smell of his hangover, and it smelled a little unpleasant, but Jeno still maintained a calm state to talk to him.

Hearing the word "enter the museum", a hint of dodge flashed in the man's eyes, and then he turned his head to avoid Jeno's gaze, and said coldly: "Their sword is too slow. ”

There was pride and disdain in his voice, as if the efforts of all the disciples in the dojo were just axes in his eyes.

"Since your sword is fast, why don't you teach them? War is coming, wouldn't it be good for them to have more skills? ”