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He himself was out of place with everything in the slums, both in appearance and in dress.

Sir—a knight officer?

Looking at the Noxian boy kneeling at his feet and in rags, Lightstring didn't have much affection.

He had a feeling of resistance to all Noxians, and he wanted to put something out of the boy's mouth.

"Well, little ghost, you bumped into me, how are you going to compensate?" The light string pretended to be angry, and the corners of his mouth hooked a vicious arc.

"No...... I. The boy lowered his head and did not dare to look into the eyes of the light strings.

"Say!" A low, cold drink made the boy's shiver even more intense.

"Woo...... Woo......" The boy was so frightened that he sobbed quietly, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

He was afraid that the "old man" in front of him would be angry and cut off his head with the beautiful weapon behind his back.

The knight kills people in the slums, but there is no punishment at all.

"Damn it, there are a few more people in your house!" The light string forced a step forward, and the boy's body shook.

"I ...... Don't, don't kill my family......" The boy pleaded in a low voice, his tearful and snot look undignified.

The paupers on the side saw it in their eyes, and their heads were burning with anger, but they didn't dare to provoke it.

The other party is a person from the upper class, and if you look at the decorations on your clothes, you can know that this "master" is definitely not simple.

"If you don't want to say it, then I'll cut you directly!" The light string "poof" pulled out the long tail of the demon knife.

The pitch-black tip of the knife was an inch away from the boy's forehead, and the black chain on the top of the hilt was slightly rubbing.

"Master, I'm willing to say anything, please don't kill me. Please! The boy cried out with a "wow", sat directly on the ground and opened his mouth wide to cry.

The stained pants were gradually soaked with warm liquid.

He was scared to pee......

"Damn it!" The light string took a disgusted step back.

"Sir, don't cut me. I take you to my house, please. The boy pleaded with a proposal.

Light String's heart moved, because he really didn't want the people around him to watch.

What's more, there is still hatred in his eyes, because his current identity is "master" in the eyes of the poor.

"Take me there!" Light String retracted the demon knife and said to the boy.

"It is my pleasure to serve you...... Master. As if he were about to be amnestied, the boy quickly got up and ran to a street corner.

He stopped at the entrance of the alley and said to the light strings, "Master...... It's here. ”

Light String took one last look at the men with fear and abomination in their eyes, and walked over there.

It seems that the old men of Noxus are very "caring" of the people in the slums.

"Hmph...... Noxians, despicable nations, what a barbarism your minds are! Light Strings muttered in an Ionian whisper.

"Sir, here." The boy said respectfully to the light strings, the fear not gone.

"Well, don't call me sir. Just call me an adult. Light String walked up to him and waved.

As soon as I entered the place, I was smoked by the smell of urine on the boy's body. The boy also felt the displeasure of the light string, and then he moved away from the light string.

With an extremely weird posture to lead the way for the light string, the two legs walked forward one by one, and the smell of his crotch made the light string feel a little disgusting.

Probably because of the large number of residents in the slums, there are also many houses in the slums, so it is inevitable to build simple and cramped houses in some corners that are difficult to find.

Perhaps, the same is true of the little ghost who led the way in front, and the light string followed him through several alleys and corners.

The surroundings are full of garbage and a little excrement, and the corners are cramped. So the taste was understandable, and Light String felt the food in his stomach churning, as if he had just been on a boat.

He frowned and asked the boy, "Little ghost, why haven't you arrived yet?"

"Sir—it's going to be soon." The boy replied in front.

Hearing this, the light string had to close his mouth and continue to walk with the boy.

After another ten minutes, the light string felt wrong. He stopped the boy and asked dissatisfiedly, "Little ghost, are you playing tricks on me!"

"No, no, no, sir...... How dare I, sir, it's really almost there, that's in front. The boy pointed to a dirty corner in front of him.

"If you dare to trick me, I'll cut you!" Light String demonstrated.

The boy nodded vigorously, and then walked forward with a light string.

When he was almost around the corner, the boy's figure disappeared there. As he walked around and realized that something was wrong, he stopped around the corner and stared at the wall.

"Imp? Gremlin! Light String shouted.

No one responded.

Light Strings is now almost certain that the boy is playing on him.

Immortal jump?

Light String subconsciously touched the money bag on his waist and disappeared.

"Sure enough......" Light String narrowed her eyes and quietly picked up the long tail.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he walked around the corner.

"For now, die, you bastard!" Around the corner, a big man, those thick sticks smashed at Lightstring's head.

Light String only saw a black shadow, he hurriedly blocked it with the long tail of the demon knife, and then swung it hard.

Suddenly the blood dissipated into the air, and the big man fell there.

When he looked up, he saw that there were about seven or eight other people there surrounding him, and behind those people was the little ghost who had led the way before.

The little ghost saw that the big man was killed by a light string, and his crotch began to pee again.

"You damn knight, do you think you can kill people in the slums!" One of them said, all with jealousy and hatred in their eyes.

Light String ignored him, and just glanced in the direction of the exit.

"Don't look at it, those of your entourage won't find it here, and blame you upper-class guys for exploiting us poor. You're going to pay for your class, and he! The man pointed a wooden stick with a nail on it and pointed at the guy who had been slashed by a light string.

"He was the one who attacked me first." Light String looked at the blood on the knife, then his eyes turned to the boy.

With his hands in his arms, the boy subconsciously took a step back, his eyes full of fear.

In his hands was a money bag with a light string.

"First of all, it was you who laid an ambush and calculated me first, and everything I did was justified defense. And you don't seem to be prepared to leave me alive, not so much robbery, but actually you are killing people and setting fires. As she spoke, her eyes staring at the boy again, she said with endless sarcasm, "What, it's just a thief, that's it."

(To be continued.) )