In the study of the Lereston House. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Sit!" Lereston sat down at the front of the table and waved his hand at a disheveled, unsteady Leon.

Leon looked at the filth on his body with some scruples, and hesitated.

The high-end sofa seats with carved wood patterns, Leon was afraid of getting them dirty and annoying Lereston.

"Sit down!" Lereston repeated again.

Lereston didn't seem to care, and Leon sat down on the couch with a little fluster.

It was very comfortable, and Leon's palm rubbed it a few times. But at this time, Leon did not relax, but enjoyed this softness and comfort that he had never enjoyed before.

The shelves are carved with artistic texts and lion patterns, and those books are almost all about war but occasionally aristocratic etiquette and the like.

Lereston is not only a martial artist, but sometimes has some flirtatiousness?

"Leon." Lereston looked at him with a serious expression.

"Yes, my lord." Leon nodded, his face tense.

Suddenly, Lereston's face soothed, he picked up a book from the table in front of his chest, looked at it, and said, "Where is your hometown?" ”

Leon was momentarily stunned by Lereston's sudden turn, and replied with some intermittent words, "Yes, yes, yes." After saying that, Leon regretted it a little, because Yekika was the name of a small town he was born into, and Lereston would not know the name of the town.

"That small town, Qinu Province." I didn't expect Lereston to really know each other.

"Ugh! I'm sorry sir, but your people's Yekika? Leon was a little surprised.

"I fought near Yequika earlier, but I must have been a few years old by then." Lereston said.

"Really? Unfortunately, my father seemed to have taken me and my mother to escape the war when there was fighting near Yekika. Leon felt a little sorry.

"Well......" Lereston shook his head, he closed the book and looked at Leon, "Well, how old were you in the army?" ”

"Sixteen, my lord." Leon replied.

"What about him?" Lereston refers to Jon.

"He's my countryman." Leon said.

"Well...... "then," Lereston asked, "and now what about him?" ”

"I don't know where, but it's definitely in the ground." Leon thought for a moment and said with a sigh.

"Then I can see that you are in a hurry." Lereston leaned back in his chair and looked at Leon.

"Yes, I'm in a hurry right now...... But to no avail, so I'd love to hear from you! Leon nodded, and then said to Lereston in an extremely positive tone.

"Oh?" Lereston smiled, then asked, "How did you know I was going to help you?" How sure are you that I will help you? What would you do if I denied your following requests today? ”

“…… I do not know...... I just can't let my brother die on the guillotine for nothing, I have to make Frey pay a thousand times the price he deserves, he will never be able to compare to Jon. He deserves to die now, I want him to die, even if you don't choose to help me, my lord, I will look for opportunities, like a poisonous snake, even if it will die. Immediately, Leon smiled and said, "As long as the death of Frey, the guy who killed my best friend, must be the best ending." ”

Of course, Leon would not be so stupid as to say that he had signed a contract with a demon to come to him so confidently.

Lereston crossed his hands over his mouth and his elbows against the table.

Looking at Leon, he said, "If that's all you have, then you might as well get out of my study, or wait for me to call the knight over and kick you out." ”

Lereston stood up and walked over to the bookshelf to take out a brown and beautifully patterned book, and said, "All you think about is the performance of the horseman, and that will only mess everything up!" ”

Leon saw the book, which was written about various ways of using soldiers on the battlefield, and it was called: "The etiquette of war." ”

"It was a book that looked pretty good." Leon suddenly spoke and looked at Lereston.

Lereston raised an eyebrow, glanced at the cover of the book, and then looked at him.

"It's just not bad, something written by a Demacian...... My lord, no matter what, we Noxus are very different from Demacia. Leon sat down.

"The way of fighting, of course, is to complement each other's strengths." Lereston was a little puzzled.

"No, that's not what I meant." Leon shook his head and said, "It's like a precision machine from Piltover, and there are very few problems." But, it's icy. ”

"What do you mean?" Lereston asked.

"I mean, the Demacian book on the art of war and the art of war in your hand is a cold thing in its entirety, and it seems that all the words are conformist. The first time you look at it, it's like that, the second, the third, the hundredth time, it's still the same words. But human beings are different, human beings can never be like what is depicted in books, and the world can never be what is said in books. Leon said.

"No, this one is very sensible. The contrast between the two of you is like a swan and a duck. Lereston shook his head.

"Reason can solve many problems, but what is sanity in your mouth? Cold thinking? Leon asked.

Lereston was questioned and did not speak.

"If you keep your mind cold and sane enough on the battlefield, you have a lot to lose. Our Noxian Hand of Lord Theon gave up his cold mind and absolute sanity to usher in the glory of the head of the King of the Shield Family. Leon said as he got up from the couch and continued, "But of course it's a rational enough mind? I think that the rational thinking at that time was nothing more than surrender? Anyway, the Demacians rarely slaughtered prisoners of war. But then the glory of the Noxians would have disappeared. ”

Lereston looked at Leon, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"And I, I can't use sanity and coldness right now as an excuse for me to escape Jon's death. Be as it should be! That Frey guy indirectly killed Jon, and I escaped from Freys's clutches, so I should avenge Jon. It's not about the puppet or the wise, I just want to protect this faith, my friendship with Jon. So my lord, please help me. After Leon finished speaking, he knelt down on one knee with a "bang" at Lereston, and put his right hand into a fist in front of his chest.

Lereston watched Leon for a long time before putting the book back......