No matter how stupid people are, they know that Victor will definitely come back one day. So if a person is not stupid, this person may still be able to guess what the so-called day is.

Jace is not stupid.

He stood in his workshop, bathed in the sunlight from the skylight, surrounded by his own genius inventions. For example, gear boots allow a person to stand on any surface, and a robotic backpack allows users to easily change various tools.

The greatest of all these inventions was the weapon Jace held in his hand. The Shurima Crystal Plate is its power source, and its signature function is to transform at any time, and Jace's Hextech Warhammer is known to everyone in Piltover, and the Warhammer is tossed between his hands as if it were no different from any other tool in the Workshop.

There were three hurried knocks at the door.

Here they are.

Jace has been waiting for a long time. He had tested the remains of Victor's mechanical body. He has also intercepted the communications of the automaton. Every second, they could break through the door and try to take his Hextech Warhammer. They might also want to take off his head afterwards. But beware, it's just "thinking".

He flicked the switch on the handle of the hammer, and with a surge of energy, Jace's equipment transformed into a Hextech cannon.

He aimed at the doorway.

Stand firm.

The door gradually opened. His fingers strained on the trigger.

He almost burst the head of a seven-year-old girl.

She was small with blond hair, and she was a cutie in anyone's eyes except Jace. She pushed the door open and hesitated forward. She slowly approached Jace, her ponytail bouncing gently up and down with her steps. She kept her head down, not daring to look him in the eye. There are two theories about the phenomenon of eye contact: first, she may have been overly nervous in front of celebrities; Second, she may be Victor's minion, who sent him an alchemy bomb as a surprise. The blushing face suggests that the first theory is more likely.

"My toy soldier is broken," she said, presenting a tin knight whose arm had been torn one hundred and eighty degrees behind his back.

Jace didn't move.

"Please leave, or you may die."

A pair of big eyes stared at her.

"Also, I don't fix dolls. Whoever has time to find whomever to go. ”

Tears began to roll in a pair of big eyes.

"I don't have the money to find a mechanic, it's my mother'——,," she continued, holding back a choked voice. "Mom made it for me before she died, and—"

Jace frowned, staring for a long time before finally blinking.

"If it's so precious, why would you break it?"

"I didn't mean to! I took it to the Evolution Day feast, and someone bumped me and I didn't hold it on the floor, and I knew I should keep it at home—"

"- Yes, it should be put at home. You're stupid. ”

The little girl opened her mouth to say something, but swallowed it back. Jace had seen this reaction before. Most of the people he'd met had come to him, thinking of his legendary warhammer and towering heroic image. They expect to be personable, and they expect to be gentle. Jace wasn't expected to be a big bastard. However, Jace disappoints them every time.

"Is there anything wrong with you?" She asked.

"I'm sick in most aspects of my personality, that's what they say." He replied without hesitation.

The little girl frowned. She shoved the broken doll in front of his eyes.

"Please fix it."

"You're going to break it again."

"I won't!"

"Listen to me, little girl. I'm busy, and—"

Something swept over the skylight, casting a fleeting shadow between the two of them. In other words, most people would think that it was an eagle falcon flying over the city. But Jace is no ordinary person. He quieted down, smiled crookedly, and abruptly pulled the little girl to the workbench.

"Actually," he said, "the machine is very simple. ”

He lifted a large thin copper plate and hammered the sharp edges flat. "They're all made up of individual parts. They are combined and recombined in a neat, regular way. He repeatedly struck the copper plate, and finally made a smooth hemispherical surface.

"People are more complex. It's emotional, it's irregular, and — basically everyone is the same — it's not as smart as me. He said as he drilled a hole in the center of the cricket surface. Most of the time, people are just trouble. But sometimes, their stupidity can also work for me. ”

"Are you talking about dolls, or—"

"Sometimes, they are so upset by their own incompetence — desperate for revenge — that they make stupid mistakes." He picked up a shiny copper rod and swirled it into the center of the hemispherical surface.

"Sometimes, people can't protect their most precious things," he said, nodding to her Tin Knight before holding up a metal umbrella that had just been completed. "Sometimes, they don't walk into my workshop through the main entrance, but think about taking..."

He looked up, "... More exaggerated ways. ”

He handed the bronze umbrella to the little girl. She lifted the bronze umbrella with all her strength.

"Hold it up. Don't move. ”

She opened her mouth to speak, but the words turned into screams of terror. The skylight above suddenly shattered, and glass shards rained down on the improvised copper umbrella. At the same time, five or six people jumped down. The base of each person's neck had many tubes sticking out of their necks and connecting to their backs, and the alchemical elixir flowing inside glowed green. Their eyes are blank and expressionless. These must be Victor's subordinates, that's right: the thugs found from the sewers of Zu'an, who were injected with psychedelics and sleeping pills by Victor, and after undergoing alchemical transformation, they obeyed Victor's orders and had no ability to refuse. Jace expected to see the mechanical soldiers, but Victor couldn't get so many automatons into Piltover under strict supervision. However, these alchemical slaves are just as dangerous. They targeted Jace and the little girl.

Before they could get closer, Jace's Hextech cannon had already fired a high-pressure electromagnetic energy projectile. A Hextech lightning bolt bursts out of the cannon's chamber and explodes in the middle of the enemy. The alchemy slaves were all thrown onto the sleek and clean walls around the workshop.

"That's the end of the surprise, Vic—"

A giant machine jumped down and stepped in the middle of a pile of unconscious alchemy slaves. Jace thought it was a mix of a minotaur and ugly architecture.

"Be careful," the little girl screamed.

Jace rolled his eyes. "I'm staring at him, don't panic. The situation is entirely up to me – wow! Before he could finish speaking, he was hit head-on in the chest by a metal monster.

The monster flew Jace so far that he fell on a trolley, making his back joints rattle.

He muttered under his breath, standing still for another onslaught from the monster.

"The most you can do is touch me." He said.

Jace picked up his Hextech weapon with all his might, transforming it back into Warhammer form in mid-air. The minotaur lowered his head to confront Jace again - but he was too brave to ignore the oncoming hammer.

The hammerhead hit the target accurately. With a loud cracking sound, the monster's head was chiseled into its iron neck before collapsing to the ground. The shell emits a cloud of steam.

Jace retracted the hammer, ready to strike again. He stared at the skylight. A few minutes passed. Then he seemed satisfied, and the raid was over.

He tried to walk back to his workbench, but suddenly leaned down in pain and clutched his chest. The little girl hurried to him.

"Does it still hurt where you were hit?"

"What do you think?"

"Then maybe you shouldn't let him bump into you," she said. "You're stupid."

Jace looked at the kid with an eyebrow. Her eyes widened, and she was afraid that she had gone too far. A smile slowly climbed his face.

"What's your name?"

"Amarankhin."

Jace sat down at the workbench and grabbed a screwdriver.

"Give me the doll, Amaranhin." He said.

A happy smile bloomed on the girl's face. "Will you fix it?"

Jace smirked at her.

"There's nothing I won't fix."