Viscello," said one of the guards, spreading out a piece of parchment. "That's what other Noxians call him."

Ober snatched the parchment. He scrutinized it. After a long while, he looked up at Zhao Xin. "You're the liquidator."

Silent. Thin sunlight pierced the gray sky.

"Viscello," Auber repeated, his voice in awe. "Undefeated."

The guards looked at each other, and then looked at Zhao Xin in unison. Their eyes flashed with approval at the moment.

"I know you," said one of the guards.

"Have you ever defeated a minotaur," said another.

Ober held up a hand and stopped the chatter. "Why do you say your name is Shao Jing?" he asked.

Zhao Xin sighed. "After I became the liquidator, Zhao Xin was gone. Only Vescello. He looked down at his bound wrists and locked ankles, and then at the Demacian soldiers. When I leave, I wish to use my real name. ”

"But why did the famous liquidator appear in the Noxus Frontier War?" asked Orber again.

"I was bought out," Zhao replied, "to the army." He thought it seemed strange to explain it all. For so long, he had thought that his final moment would come soon, and in the arena, under a gun or a sword, he never expected to have hot soup and questions about his past.

This is the last sympathy that fate is granting

Ober looked a little worried. "You were forced." He said.

Zhao Xin nodded.

"Do you still have family in Noxus?"

Zhao Xin thought for a moment, then shook his head. He didn't even know if there was still his family in any part of the world.

"Well, it looks like you have a chance to mend your ways." Ober nodded to one of the guards, and he pulled out a key to untie Zhao Xin from the pillar.

Zhao Xin tilted his head slightly and asked curiously: "How do you say this?"

Ober smiled and said, "Get dressed first." ”

Zhao Xin wore the tunic newly issued to him and sat upright. The fabric of Demacia feels soft. He looked around the tent and counted the straw mats and empty bowls. His ears were filled with words of gratitude. He recognized the gruff voices. The people who spoke were prisoners just like him a few hours ago.

One by one, they got up from the straw mats and thanked the doctors who had healed them. Heavily armed Demacian soldiers entered the tent and escorted the prisoners out. Zhao Xin knew them well because they had marched to Karlstead together. They gushed along the road, trying to compare themselves to their feats. The winner is proud, and the loser is dejected. Those who are particularly eloquent will also boast about how many Demacian soldiers they intend to kill. At that time, they had never faced a real army.

The battle ended almost instantly. Perhaps the regular Noxian army, which is outnumbered and strong, will perform better. But they were not regular soldiers, but just freshly drafted recruits, who had not received formal combat training and did not know how to face a united kingdom. Within hours, Karlsted was cheering for his savior.

We were sent to die, Zhao Xin reminded himself. However, perhaps by the arrangement of fate, they are all alive. It was not the will of Noxus, but the will of Demacia.

Fate is like the wind, the four elephants are uncertain, his elders once said, the only way to go is to sail wherever the wind wants.

An elderly physician approached. Her pale robe was the same as the other physicians in the tent. "How are you feeling, child?" she asked.

"I'm fine," Zhao Xin replied, "thank you." ”

"Don't thank me. Thank you, the King. It was His Majesty's decree that all prisoners should be taken care of. ”

"Gavin of the Three" is this king again. How could so many people look up to him?

"Yes, our great Gawain III," she corrected, "it is he who has allowed you the opportunity to mend your ways. Find a peaceful life. ”

Zhao Xin clasped his hands together and bowed his head deeply. Viscello has always found his place in the arena. Elsewhere, the people of Valoran would have accepted him for his strength, he was sure of that. As for his homeland, the newborn land on the other side of the sea, decades after a long absence, it has become as foreign to him as a distant fantasy.

Where can he find peace, does he want peace?

No. His chances of finding peace were long gone, from the first time he took a man's life in exchange for his own subsistence as a reward.

Zhao Xin looked up at the doctor. "Can I ask a question?"

"What a problem, child"

"Your King, Who He Is"

The doctor chuckled. "Why don't you see it for yourself?"

Zhao Xin walked behind Ober, and the four guards sandwiched him in the middle. On the way through the camp, he peeked a few times into the tent and saw that the Demacian soldiers were packing their bags and the lieutenants were planning their next deployment. Rumor has it that somewhere within a week's journey, another battle against Noxus is about to begin. Zhao Xin wondered if these people were going to rush there, follow the whereabouts of the turmoil, and go to various places to support justice. They seem to be answering a higher call, something more powerful and perhaps more precious than force.

He imagined what it would be like to feel so clear of his conviction that he was willing to give his life for it. When he was in the arena, his life was meaningless. Now, to be able to meet the king in person, it was worth it

"Looks like you're the last." Ober said as he paused, pointing ahead.

Zhao Xin followed the direction pointed by the sergeant and saw the largest tent. The same bright navy blue flag floated on top of the tent. Guards in shining armor were shot in two rows and stood neatly at the entrance. He saw a man with Noxus tattoos on his face and neck, hurrying out with a small package. The man bowed frequently, and was finally taken away by one of the guards, who immediately filled the vacancy with another Demacian guard.

"It was the king's tent," said Ober, "and we sent it here." Go in yourself, kneel, and accept what the king has given you, and then we will take you away. ”

The sergeant smiled and said, "The king has orders, as long as you are in front of him, you are a free man, but you still need us to lead you when you come out." Captain Crown Guard is in charge of the camp, and she does not allow enemy combatants to act alone. Until they leave Karlsted forever. ”

Zhao Xin nodded, and then walked towards the tent.

"The King Invites Vescello"

The voice announcing his name was low and majestic. Zhao Xin walked forward. When he entered the tent, he fell to his knees on his right knee and bowed his head. The ground was covered with sheets embroidered with knights with wings spread and warriors in helmets.

"Look up," another voice said. Zhao Xin raised his head and looked for the source of the voice. It was a man, not much older than him, who was sitting in an oak chair. He was dressed in glittering golden armor adorned with jet-black spikes. He wears a crown adorned with jewels on the top. To his right was a huge spear with a blade like the teeth of some kind of beast.

This is their king, Zhao Xin realized. His eyes lingered on the man for an extra second, feeling his great aura and the Buddha-figure that he had not expected.