The carriage stopped on the shores of the Blue Moon Lake.

Anne stepped out of the car step by step, her face calm, proud like a queen.

She walked into the room, stepped into her study, sat down on the chair she had used to sit in all these years, faced the huge desk with yellow leaves, and looked at the fine lines on the table for a while before she spoke, "Sacco." ”

"Yes." In the darkness, someone answered.

Sacco slowly stepped out of the shadows.

Although his face was full of exaggerated oil paint, there was nothing crazy about it from the outside world, and Sacco was laughing madly all the time, going insane all the time, and no longer drinking the bloody exaggerated expressions.

He was poised and composed, not at all like a madman, but like a wise man.

Although, many times, the wise and the mad are just a different way of saying it.

He came to Anne, dragged over a large chair, and sat down at the large yellow-leaved desk.

And Anne is far away.

"It's a terrible situation." Sacco spoke, every word, every sentence with an incomparably normal tone.

This may be the true face of the real Nightcrawler, the demon clown Sacco who has been known as the god of killers in recent years.

Or rather, the other half.

"It's terrible." Anne nodded, paused for a moment and then asked, "Hasn't Jax come back yet?" ”

"Yes." Sacco only nodded, and then stopped.

Actually, the results speak for themselves.

"It looks like we've fallen into a huge net." Sarco paused for a moment and laughed, and this smile finally had a bit of the prestige of the past.

The laughter is eerie, in a huge dark room. It's incomparably infiltrating.

But Anne didn't feel any discomfort, she just stared at the pattern on the table in front of her.

"Evelyn is missing too?"

"Yes, it should be."

Anne sighed.

It was really eventful.

"Now, the only person I can trust is you...... And Jessica too. Anne stroked the lines of the yellow-leaved wood. Said slowly.

There are so few people.

"Sad, isn't it?"

"Where's Joey?" Sacco didn't answer Anne, but asked for the name of another person.

"Joey......" Anne said after a long time, still stroking the table, "should I trust him?" ”

She continued, "He was one of the first men my father sent to the War College, and he was sincere, down-to-earth, and always loyal, and he had a great reputation in the Fight Club. He ......"

"He's a good candidate, isn't he?" Sacco replied, pulling out a slender dagger and sliding it slowly across his fingertips.

Anyone with a little common sense will know that this dagger is the demon blade that has frightened the nobles and high-ranking officials of the entire continent in recent years and kept them awake at night.

Jessica.

One. Strange and gentle name.

"He's always been a good candidate." Anne emphasized the choice of two words.

"He did. A good candidate. Sacco repeated, such a very strange sentence, which must be inexplicable to outsiders.

But the two people sitting across from each other in the room understood what it meant.

"Can you control him?" Anne skips the process and gets straight to the point.

"You can try." Sacco nodded, and said nothing else.

He is. It doesn't matter, what kind of thing I haven't been able to do for many years.

Unless, it's true, can't get started, and not known for many years.

"Jessica. Let her come to me. Anne looked at Sacco with bright eyes, nothing else.

She was serious and wanted to protect Jessica.

Instead, use her as a hostage.

Sacco saw it clearly.

So he nodded and got up.

"I'll go first, be careful yourself."

"You should also be careful, after all, there are not many people I can trust."

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After Sacco left Anne's study, he began to rush towards the Summoner's Tavern at maximum speed.

Because he didn't know why, at that moment just now, he suddenly felt some heart palpitations.

The feeling of palpitations seemed to be faintly heard by him only in the distant and vague memories of the previous generation.

That's the smell of heavy rain.

The thought of the heavy rain made Sacco's head hurt.

It hurts, he wants to kill again.

Very much.

So he quickened his pace, and he was going to go back to the summoner's tavern, that room.

The room where a light is lit every evening.

See that light.

His anger will dissipate.

Because he knew that there was a girl waiting for him with a smile inside.

"Jessica......" he whispered, like a waterthirsty traveler running to an oasis.

But......

"Click—" Sacco stood still.

Before the Summoner's Tavern.

His hands were shaking, shaking uncontrollably.

His eyelids were also shaking, trembling uncontrollably.

His whole body was trembling.

He looked as if he was sick.

However, those who are familiar with him will know that this is a precursor to his imminent violent departure.

He's going to kill people, kill a lot of people.

Killing a lot of people will calm the anger in his heart.

The last time he was so angry was in Noxus two years ago, when Jessica was accidentally kidnapped by her target.

That damn idiot would dare to threaten him with Jessica.

On that occasion, he killed a thousand people in total, and at one point slaughtered the entire tavern in the eighteen underground districts before stopping.

Afterwards, some people called this terrible event the eighteen layers of demons, alluding to the number of hell in a certain legend.

The terrifying Cheng dù is directly comparable to the first terrible event of Noxian city legends, the Dead Souls of the Celebration Festival.

Today.

These stupid humans.

Again, the eighteenth-layer demon was released.

Because, that lamp, it didn't come on.

There is no light !!!

"Let's all die." Sacco suddenly stopped shaking, and he straightened up again.

Only this time, the calmness and composure on his previous face were all gone.

Only the madness, madness, madness, madness.

His face, painted with fine oil paint, was in the shadows, like the true face of the devil.

"Come on...... Magic tricks, how's that? In the dark, he whispered in a low, hoarse voice.

The next moment.

He had disappeared into the shadows.

Left, a cloud of dust and smoke, slowly rising.

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And in the Summoner's Tavern, in countless places where it was impossible to see, there were many, many people approaching the unlit house.

It should, no less than a thousand. (To be continued......)

PS: First update.

The second update soon.