It's the middle of the night.

The spring rains began to trickle down.

Most of the shops on the streets of the War College have closed, except for a few corner alleys where the wind and moon are still singing and dancing, and the magic lights are as bright as day.

It was a secluded street, far from the War College, near the imposing walls, and the edge of the city.

The doors and windows of the entire shop were closed, and the rain slid down the drain pipes between the white-stone buildings, making a crackling sound on the rubble floor.

The wind passed through the cracks in the building, swept the signboard in front of the shop, stirred up the rain and splashed everywhere, and continued until the end of the street, where it collided with the dim magic lamp hanging outside the last shop.

The magic lamp shook and swirled in the air, and the rain slipped from the lampshade and swirled down in the swirling light like a rainbow.

It was the only open shop on the entire street, and the faint aroma of coffee wafted out of the crystal glass door that was not closed.

A dim light peeked through the crystal glass floor-to-ceiling windows, and from the outside, a bearded guy could be vaguely seen sleeping with a bag of money.

In fact, this bearded man is the owner of this café, and the reason that prompted him to open the shop on such a cold night in the spring rain is naturally the bag of money in his hand.

And the man who gave him the bag of money was sitting at the table in the café by the crystal glass window in a daze.

"I'm missing Piltover a little bit." The guy in a daze took off the pair of sunglasses he wore all year round on his head and said in a sad tone.

"Ezreal, your tone makes me sick." The kobold guy sitting across from him took a sip of cold coffee and sneered unceremoniously, "And, I have to say, this thing called coffee is really terrible, it reminds me of the taste of the desert empire's sand city storm." ”

"Okay, Nasus, I think I'm disgusting, too." Ezreal put away his sentimental tone, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Guess who I saw today?" ”

"I don't like to guess, tell me the answer." Nasus's dog face showed impatience.

"Okay, okay, you're such a loveless guy." Ezreal shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Flame of hope, Chen Senran. ”

"Is there a threat to our plans?" Nasus asked bluntly.

"No, but ......," Ezreal glanced at Nasus, "we can use him." ”

"Use him ......" the kobold opened a large book made of unknown material that was placed in front of his desk, and kept searching for it, "Chen Senran, the gray order belongs...... Arrived at the War College a month ago...... The night before yesterday, he had a brawl with Noxus' top seed Jerry Co in a white oak tree, using the Way of Infinity. Yesterday at noon, she was attacked and killed by the ominous blade of Noxus's number one female killer, Katarina, and escaped. ”

"Wonderful, wonderful." Ezreal applauded and shouted, "It's worthy of the Sphinx, the number one intelligence dealer in the mainland." ”

"What do you want to do?" Nasus didn't care about Ezreal's teasing, "Bring Noxus into the mix?" This will only make the pool more and more muddy. ”

"That's how we can fish in troubled waters......" Ezreal smiled meaningfully, "Fish in troubled waters, oh, what a beautiful word, I love it." ”

"Tell me about your plan......" Nasus acquiesced to the feasibility of the proposal.

"First of all...... We're going to throw the wood of the flame of hope into the already burning hostility of Noxus towards Chen Senran......" Ezreal said his plan as he banged on the crystal window.

The rain became heavier and heavier, hitting the crystal glass window with a sound like an arrow hitting the flesh, and the rain trickled down from the crystal glass window, pulling out countless misty water trails, outlining the two people in the window who were already blurred like two terrible nightmares.

"Brilliant plan." Nasus the kobold didn't hesitate to praise Ezreal after listening to Ezreal's moment-long magical speech, "I have to say once again that you are such a shameless fellow. ”

"It's so despicable, it's so shameless." (Tribute to the Smoke Man)

"Xie Lu, thank you for the compliment." Ezreal unceremoniously accepted this vicious compliment, and drank the cup of coffee on the table that was too cold to be cold, "It tastes good." ”

"Good night then, oh, it's almost 1 o'clock, I need to get some sleep at the hotel, damn it, so my handsome face will wrinkle." Ezreal got up and walked to the door with a scribbling of words, waving his hand at the boss who was sleeping like a dead pig with a bag of money at the counter, "Good night too, seriously, brother, the coffee is delicious." ”

He pushed the door open and said to Nasus, the kobold, who was still sitting there, "Clean it up." ”

It wasn't until Ezreal disappeared into the wind and rain that Nasus got up and walked to the counter, listening to the bearded boss's earth-shattering snoring, a look of disgust on his doggy face, and he raised his thick arms, a rotten silver-gray light flashing in his palm, and those rays began to soak into the bearded man's body.

Then the bearded man's entire body began to glow with a silver-gray light, first his well-made robe of the West Coast of Demacia began to turn into decaying ashes little by little, and finally his entire body, along with the bag of gold coins, was reduced to ashes under the vast silver-gray light, and scattered in all directions.

The kobold waved his hand expressionlessly and dusted off the thinning ashes, and whispered like a song: "Life is part of reincarnation. And this part of yours is over. ”

"Death is with me." He waved his hand in the air, made a strange closing gesture, and pushed the door open to leave.

He paused as he stepped out of the jaw with one foot, looked back at the ashes that had not yet dispersed, frowned, and said in a tone of disgust, "Your coffee is so bad." ”

The door closes. The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

No one knows what kind of conspiracy is quietly flowing in this rainy spring night, and no one knows how many people in Lu Dao sleep forever, or even die without seeing their bodies.

The dim magic lights of the coffee shop illuminate everything as if nothing had happened.

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No, I've worked hard to get out of a chapter, forgive me.

I'm in a bad mood tonight, I drank some more wine, and I don't want to say anything.

That's it.

Thank you brothers for voting.