It's raining.

In the evening.

Tiny drops of rain suddenly began to fall silently.

Hitting the wide surface of the lake, it stirred up a circle of ripples, and even the house next to the big round lake, which did not look tall and ornate, brought a touch of poetry.

I'm afraid, no one can think of it.

It was such an inconspicuous round lake in the War College, in such an old house that had been for some years, and unknown rattans had almost climbed half the walls, and actually lived, and now the most powerful man in all of Valoran, the Speaker of the Supreme Council, Lalivash.

It's dusk.

Lalivash sat alone on the balcony facing the lake, and the tiny drops of rain trickled down from the old eaves above him.

If it weren't for his black robe, the book with the old cover in his hand, the elegant and quaint chair under him, and the pot of tea boiling next to him would make him look like an ordinary, old man.

On a rainy evening, a man sits in the rain, reminiscing about the past years.

Pity......

"You're here." He suddenly closed the book in his hand and said behind him.

"Yes, sir." Behind him was an extremely respectful voice, and this person always stood behind him, not daring to take half a step.

"How's it going?" Lalivash put the book aside and looked at the drizzled lake, hazy and hazy, as if he were looking into the distance.

"It's as you expected." The person behind him replied very cautiously, as if he was afraid of making a mistake.

"You're afraid of me?" Lalivash retracted his thoughts, tilted his head slightly, and said.

"Your glory is in awe for anyone." The man held his breath even more. Restrained his mind.

"Jericho, do you feel happy that I have given you life again?" Lalivash seemed to smile, and in the light rain, there was a kind of bone-chilling cold.

"Joy you've never had, you. He is my God. "The person behind him turned out to be, Jericho.

"Jericho, you're a good boy, and I'm very optimistic about you." Lalivash held up his hands as if sighing, and fine raindrops blew from the lake, wetting his black robe. Finally, with a hint of human flavor?

"You're better than Ezreal, he has too many, unnecessary ambitions, you don't, right?"

Is that right?

When these two words came out, the human smell dissipated in Lalivash's body again.

Only remained. A frightening shadow.

"When...... Of course. Jericho replied a little reluctantly, and he probably lowered his head unconsciously.

"What do they think now?" Lalivash paused. After a while, he moved on to something else.

"Naturally, they want the biggest portion of the cake." Jerry Co paused for a moment, then said, "So ......"

"So what do you think? What are your thoughts? Lalivash interrupted him and asked rhetorically. You have any good mentions, you know, you are now, but I trust the most. ”

"Thank you, sir." Jericho didn't dare to show a trace of joy, though. To be able to gain the trust of Lalivash is almost equivalent to holding half of the continent.

"My idea is ......," Jericho said, but he suddenly became excited, and even his breathing could not help but speed up a lot.

"Goo-dong-" At this moment, the tea was ready.

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The rain is still falling.

Summoner's Tavern.

Next to a huge floor-to-ceiling glass window covered in raindrops.

Sacco's face was pressed against the window, as if he wanted to see something through the rain-tugged window.

"Master Jax hasn't come back yet." After a long silence, the person sitting across from him suddenly said, "It's been almost half a month." ”

Her voice is pure, with the youthful energy peculiar to a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

She wore a long white dress, and in the dim light of the tavern, she looked like a white orchid quietly blooming.

Jessica.

The girl, who had the same name as the one who died on a muddy rainy night, was now slim.

She slowly stirred a glass of pale blue liquid, her face calm, and she looked indifferently at the brother and enemy who was only half a yard away from him.

Now she won't yell at him anymore, and she won't say she's going to kill him.

She just quietly did everything, took orders for him, stepped on points, and walked side by side with him through the lonely streets on the night after the killing.

When it rains, open a large umbrella large enough to cover two people.

When the wind blows, she takes two coats that can fly in the wind.

Sometimes, she would laugh or go with him to some midnight taverna for a bite to eat.

Sometimes, even she feels that she has forgotten what she used to do.

But, really forgot?

"Oh?" Sacco seemed to have finally come to his senses, and let out a soft sigh, obviously, the spirit was not focused on this matter.

"What are you looking at?" Jessica asked as she took a soft sip of the blue liquid.

"Shhhhh......h ”

"The garrison wants you to kill his lieutenant for him, because his wife seems to be having an affair with him, and the reward is five hundred gold coins." Jessica didn't pay attention to him, and talked to herself about the latest list she received, "And the Marquis of Morun of Demacia, I hope you can go to the West Coast, his brother needs to solve it urgently, for the family property, the reward is eight hundred gold coins, and ......"

"Shhhhh......h......hh

"Why?"

"Because ......"

"It's raining."

It was already night, and the lights of the carriage flickered by, reflecting their young faces.

Behind the counter, Joey was also looking out at the night, with a deep light in his eyes.

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"Is it decided?"

In some underground tavern.

In front of the counter where dust has accumulated.

Both glasses were full.

Caterina and Tyrone sat side by side.

In this nighttime tavern, there is an indescribable gloom.

"Of course I'm going." Caterina picked up one of the glasses and said seriously and solemnly.

"Sister......" Tyrone whispered, but didn't know how to go on.

"That's our homeland, it's Noxus, I'm ......," Caterina said as she drank the wine from her glass and abruptly stood up, "It's a Noxian soldier." (To be continued......)

PS: Slept asleep.