As he slowly walked through the heavy door, a feeling of annoyance and nausea welled up in his heart.

At first, he couldn't tell who was inside. The arcades and columns that surround the room seem to be deliberately obscuring the man. The sound of the blade striking echoed loudly in his ears.

After bypassing the pillars, he finally saw that it was the prince who was holding a heavy iron sword for training and slashing at the wooden dummy. He was sweating profusely and panting. His expression speaks of pain, and his moves are wild.

Zhao Xin stood still in the dark shadows. The young prince's appearance shocked him. He wanted to come to him, comfort him, and help him through this difficult time, because the prince and his father were more like family to Zhao Xin. But how could the prince want to see him here, he was the king's guard, and now he was alive and the king was dead.

This hesitation made Zhao Xin very unaccustomed and made him very uncomfortable. Even in the meat grinder arena of Noxus, he never hesitated. He shook his head and turned to leave.

"Uncle"

Zhao Xin cursed his stupidity, why didn't he leave immediately just now.

Of course, they were not blood relatives, but as early as twenty years ago, shortly after Zhao Xin began to serve the king, the prince began to call him "uncle". Gavin was just a kid at the time, and no one corrected him. At first, the king just thought it was funny, but over the years, Zhao Xin's relationship with the royal family had become as close as blood relatives, and he also regarded the king's son as his own.

He turned slowly. Jiawen is no longer a child, he has grown taller than Zhao Xin. His eyes were red and his circles were blue. Zhao Xin realizes that he is not the only one who can't sleep.

"His Royal Highness." He fell to one knee and bowed his head deeply.

Gavin didn't say anything. He just stood there, looking down at Zhao Xin, panting.

"I'm sorry." Zhao Xin still kept his head down.

"Is it because it bothered me, or because I didn't escort it in time"

Zhao Xin looked up slightly. Gavin was glaring at him, his training sword in his hand. He didn't know how to answer, he didn't know how to explain his feelings.

"I have failed him," he finally said, "and I have failed you." ”

Gavin stood there for a few more moments, then turned and walked to the weapon rack on the wall of the room.

"Flat." Gavin ordered.

At the same time as Zhao Xin got up, the prince threw a sword at him. He subconsciously caught it with his left hand, still holding his spear in his right hand. Thrown was another training sword, weighted and sharpened. Then Gavin swung his heavy sword fiercely and lunged at him.

Zhao Xin jumped backwards and dodged the blow.

"Your Highness, I don't think it's too much" As soon as he spoke, he was interrupted by Jiawen, who rushed over again. The blade of the sword stabbed straight into the chest. Zhao Xin pushed away the gun and took a step back.

"His Royal Highness," he said, but Gavin struck again, even more ruthlessly than before.

This time it was two consecutive attacks, one high and one low. Although Gavin is holding a training sword, once it hits, it is enough to break bones and rubble. Zhao Xin had to parry. He first blocked the first blow with a side step and the barrel of his gun, and then took the second blow with his sword. The tremor of the steel crashing down his arm was heard.

"Where have you been?" Gevin yelled, pacing around him.

Zhao Xin lowered his weapon. "Do you have to do this," he said in a low voice.

"Yes." Garvin was furious, and his sword tightened in his hand.

Zhao Xin sighed. "Wait a minute." As he spoke, he walked over and placed his spear on a weapon rack. Gavin waited for him, his hand holding the sword loosening and clasping.

As soon as Zhao Xin returned to the middle of the room, Jiawen immediately made a move. He hurried over and let out a low, hard roar. His attacks were haphazard, but anger gave him strength. Zhao Xin used his strength to block every attack, and he didn't want to directly hit it hard.

At any other time, he would mercilessly reprimand the prince for his embarrassment, and he only thought about attacking, and as a result, he left his door wide open and full of flaws. But Zhao Xin would not disturb the prince's emotions, and he had enough reasons to vent his anger. He will not take advantage of the danger of others to attack the flaws of the prince. If the prince has to beat him hard, then let him have a good time.

"Where have you been?" asked Gavin in the interval between slashes.

"I should have done this a long time ago," said the king without looking up. He was sitting at his desk writing letters.

Every time the quill falls, it is a stab in anger. His brushstrokes are like fierce artillery fire.

It is rare to see the king's emotions revealed.

"Your Majesty," Zhao Xin said.

"We are too stubborn about what we fear," said the king, still not looking up, but pausing his angry rage for the time being. "We're so stupid. I'm so stupid. In order to protect ourselves, we have created our own enemies that we fear the most. ”

A blow straight to the neck was blocked by Zhao Xinge. The force made him take a step back.

"Don't you have anything to say?" asked Gavin in a commanding tone.

"I should have been with your father." He replied.

"You didn't answer the question." Garvin yelled. He turned abruptly and, with a thud, tossed his sword aside. For a moment, Zhao Xin wanted the prince to stop there, but then the prince removed another weapon from the weapon rack.

Dragon Lance.

The prince raised his spear and aimed it at Zhao Xin, his expression resolute and unyielding.

"Get your gun." He said.

"But you're not wearing armor." Zhao Xin retorted.

Training weapons can easily break bones, while actual combat weapons can kill a person if they are not careful.

"I don't care." Jiawen said.

Zhao Xin lowered his head. He bent down to pick up the training sword that Garvin had thrown on the ground, carefully placed it on the weapon rack, and placed his own sword again. With a heavy heart, he reluctantly retrieved his gun and returned to the center of the open hall.

Without saying a word, Gavin attacked.

"Forgive me for being stupid, Your Majesty." Zhao Xin said.

The king stopped his pen. From the time Zhao Xin entered the door, this was the first time he raised his head. At that moment, he suddenly looked much older. His forehead was covered with furrows, and his beard was already gray. Neither of them is young anymore.

"I blame myself," said King Gavin. His eyes drifted into the empty distance. "I've given them too much power. I always had doubts about it, but they argued for it, and they had the support of the Parliament. Now, I see my mistake, it's my negligence. I will issue an order to the Demon Seekers to suspend the search. ”

Jiawen exerted his strength lightly, and the dragon spear rushed towards Zhao Xin. The grip of this divine soldier was nearly doubled, and the exposed edge tore through the air and went straight to Zhao Xin's throat.

The Deppon Governor dodged and picked up his spear to deliver the fatal blow, carefully avoiding the jagged blade hooking his weapon.

Even in the meat grinder gladiatorial arena, Zhao Xin had never seen such a weapon as a dragon spear. In fact, the secret technique of using this divine weapon in battle was lost as early as the time of the first king of Demacia. In the hands of those who have not been trained, the danger of suicide is no less than that of the enemy.

Therefore, for hundreds of years, this spear was only used as a ritual weapon in ceremonies, as a token of the ruling family. However, even as a child, he had begun to dream of fighting with it, just like the ancient heroes he admired. So Zhao Xin promised him that when the time was ripe, he would teach him how to use the dragon spear.