Let the maid's delicate hands take off her tattered clothes, for being naked ~ naked in front of the opposite sex, there is nothing that Darius can't let go of, and after getting used to life and death, many inherent concepts are gradually changing. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info at least the word shy, and he is completely insulated.

He stepped into a vat filled with clear water, letting the hot water cover his skin. It does make sense that water is the source of life, and the feeling of Darius at this time is that every cell in his body is moaning with pleasure, the hot water washes away the exhaustion of his body, and every muscle in his body is completely relaxed.

He enjoyed the feeling he hadn't seen in a long time, the garrison didn't have such good conditions, and the last time he soaked in a bathtub full of hot water was another world.

The external injuries on the body have long been gone, and under the action of [hardened skin] and [healing], as long as the wound is not too exaggerated, it can quickly stop bleeding and scab over. So he doesn't need to worry about wound infection. The two maids stood respectfully aside, and he did not speak, nor did they speak to disturb his musings.

Five months had passed, but for Darius, everything that had happened seemed like yesterday, and in the days when he was turned into stone, in the endless darkness, the most visible images were in the days of the garrison.

What exactly are you after?

After all that had happened, Darius had asked himself this more than once.

When he first crossed over, it was the fear of death and the attachment to life that sustained him.

After his first clumsy trip to the battlefield, licking blood from the knife countless times, especially after experiencing the destruction of the Legion, Darius found that he had no fear of death.

Probably outlaws are born like this, they don't care about other people's lives, and over time, they don't even care much about their own.

Some people say that God is actually a demon, and his greatest pleasure is to create human beings and then torture them, and Darius does not know if God who threw himself here has had fun, he only knows that he has had enough.

He's fed up with the feeling of being manipulated by fate!

If you want not to be played by fate, you must control your own destiny, and in a place like Noxus, if you want to control your own destiny, you must be powerful, and what is now in front of you is a rare opportunity.

Obviously, this organization called Black Rose is a very powerful organization, if you want to quickly gain power and status, you can't work your own, trees still need sunshine and rain to grow, and you must have strong support and help to climb faster.

Although the female mage refused to say what she wanted to do, she was not a fool, this organization already had such power, would she be satisfied with just hiding in the lower city?

Darius looked up in the bathtub, his gaze reaching out to the familiar and unfamiliar place. The purpose of the Black Rose is above, not the dark-shrouded Lower Town, but the sun-lit Noxus, which rules the vast territory.

It's no surprise that every powerful organization wants a place there, and the thirst for power is deep in the soul of every Noxian. If they don't want to, that's the weird thing.

What do they like about themselves?

Obviously, it is not his own pitiful strength, although he is already the best among ordinary soldiers, but after seeing the devastating battle between the legion commander and the Black Flame Priest, he fully understands what the gap in strength is.

He remembered that the female mage had said that this organization was not a gangster, and that whoever could fight would be recruited, that is, the next test would not be to test his combat strength as before.

There is no such thing as a free lunch, and Black Rose is definitely not a charitable organization, so if you want to get resources here, you must come up with the potential to attract investment.

Darius buried his head in the water, hoping that the warm liquid would keep his brain clear, and his veins dilated slightly under the stimulation of the temperature, and then he abruptly stood up from the bathtub and motioned for the maid to wipe his body.

After doing this, and changing into a clean, loose robe, Darius was taken by the maid to a place full of glassware and potions, where a middle-aged witch with dark skin was already waiting for him.

Compared to the other lavishly decorated rooms, there was an eerie and cold smell from the inside out, and there was no decoration on the flat walls, only large and small metal shelves and countless spellcasting materials and potions that exuded the aura of spells. It looks more like a laboratory.

The white-robed witch patted the long plank bed beside her and said to Darius, "Take off your blouse and lie down, young man." I'll check it out for you. ”

The witch's gloomy tone sent chills down the table, but Darius knew that this was the Black Rose's medical facility, so he quickly took off his shirt and lay straight on the bed. The cold futon was a little stiff, which reminded him of the garrison's residence, and although it was a little uncomfortable, it was extremely nostalgic.

"Pretty good, lad." The witch complimented casually when she saw that his upper body was full of strong muscles, and then a faint light emerged from her hands, and then enveloped Darius as he lay on the bed.

This gave him a sense of déjà vu lying in the operating room, but when it came to it, the difference was not much, it was nothing more than a doctor in a white coat replaced by a witch.

"Let me see, ouch, it's terrible, it's terrible, why do you have so many dark wounds in your body? You can't really see it from the outside. ”

The witch said twice in a row, "It's terrible. She withdrew the spell from her hand and explained to Darius, "Don't you feel it yourself?" On the shoulder, the shadow energy has invaded your shoulder blades, as well as the back, the power of the undead is also piled up, there should be a lot of impurities under the skin, how can the wound heal without removing the foreign body? ”

Don't feel it? Of course, Darius has a feeling that it will never be good for anyone to be invaded by a huge amount of energy, and he is very tempted to say that the undead energy is a good thing for your colleague to do. If the scar is a man's military medal, then the military medal is half that of your colleague.

But he still held back, after all, it was on other people's territory, so he said: "I was a soldier before, these are all wounded in battle, and the medical conditions of my legion are not good, so I haven't dealt with it, can I treat this condition?" If you can, just do it. ”

"Then you have to pick out the impurities under your skin first. Dispel these complex spell energies. She turned to the shelf and brought a bottle of potion to Darius.

"You drink this bottle of paralyzing potion first."

Darius drank the glowing green of the liquid, the bitter taste running from his esophagus to his stomach, and a violent sleepiness struck him, his eyes sank, and he fell asleep.