You're a gift-giver.

Barbara took a deep breath and glanced at Baker, then gently picked up the heirloom sword in the box, which was completely decorated as a keyring.

Start with.

Barbara's eyes widened as she looked at Baker.

This sword ......

Can breathe?

Baker smiled lightly and said, "This sword is called the Sword of Inheritance!" ”

"The Sword of Heirlooms?"

"Well, it's the weapon of Rito, a master swordsman in Ionia."

Later, Rito died of illness, and the sword was passed on to her daughter Irelia.

"One day, when the war broke out, when the Noxian army was overwhelmed, Irelia fought alone, but she had no power to return to the sky, and the iron rode across the border, and the corpses were strewn all over the field, and just as the desperate Ionians were preparing to surrender on the Preshidian platform, Irelia held aloft this heirloom sword left by her father, and finally, achieved her reputation for the will of the blade!"

"This battle is bound to be won."

"Their victory will be a luxury!"

"Ionia, will not perish!"

Baker recounts memories of Irelia and the heirloom sword.

Barbara looked down at the small heirloom sword in her hand, and as Baker spoke, she could feel the mood of the sword.

Blood.

Agitated.

Weep?

Strange, why did she cry?

Baker said, "Later, when Blade's Will one day became a Blade Dancer, the heirloom sword left Irelia's side, because, when Blade's Will was gone, Blade lost its soul. ”

Knife girl!

Irelia!

Eternal God (Broken Voice!) ）

Baker thought of the knife girl who was at the peak of his debut, and then thought of cutting it if he had nothing to do, and finally, completely cut off the will of the blade.

When Irelia no longer turns on the flying stance, is Irelia still Irelia?

Uncomfortable!

Baker looked at the heirloom sword in Barbara's palm and laughed, "It seems that she likes you very much." ”

Barbara looked down at the heirloom sword that conveyed some emotion in the palm of her hand and laughed.

The next second.

Barbara picked up the champagne beside her.

Toast.

"It's a little different from the gift I wanted, but, thank you, I love it."

“…… Just like it. ”

Baker was silent for a moment, didn't take Barbara's words, and clinked glasses.

“cheers！”

“cheers！”

Baker and Barbara drank the wine from their glasses.

The attendant who was serving next to him immediately had the insight to refill the cups of the two of them with wine.

Next.

Baker and Barbara were talking and laughing and enjoying the restaurant's food.

Three rounds of drinking.

Then.

A man and a woman walked in from outside the restaurant.

Five seconds after the couple passed by Baker and Barbara's table under the guidance of their attendants.

"Baker?"

“…… Baker Morton? ”

Baker put down the knife and fork in his hand and looked at the woman who suddenly appeared at the table, and frowned: "Carrie? ”

Carrie Kay, next to her is her fiancé, Bruce Burt.

Well.

It's the high school friend Baker met when he encountered the Human Skin Inn in Selivia.

Baker raised an eyebrow.

Rise.

Baker and Carrie hugged and said long time no see.

Carrie shook the ring on her hand, pointed to Bruce Burt who was wearing glasses and said, "You remember Bruce, we got married." ”

"Of course I do." Baker and Bruce hugged each other, "Long time no see, are you okay, man." ”

Bruce smiled, looking a little sluggish, and said, "Not bad, you, I remember we haven't seen each other since you left Chicago at the age of eighteen, haven't you?" ”

After being rescued from the Selivia Leather Inn the previous year, he returned to New York with some sort of mental illness.

It took a whole year last year, with the help of doctors and the unwavering care of his fiancée Kali, to gradually get out of his psychological shadow.

Baker nodded, "Yes." ”

Carrie tugged at Bruce's arm, then glanced at Barbara, who was sitting across from Baker, and then glanced at Baker.

Baker was stunned for a moment, and then introduced: "This is Barbara, my ...... Girlfriend, today is her birthday. ”

Carrie covered her mouth, said God, and looked at Barbara, "Sorry, did we disturb you?" ”

Barbara laughed, "No, actually, Baker rarely told me about him in Chicago. ”

Carrie smiled, "Trust me, it wasn't a good memory, was it, Baker." ”

Chicago 98 years ago?

Scold.

Chicago used to be known as the crime capital, and in terms of crime rate, even today's Hell's Kitchen has to kneel down and call grandpa in front of Chicago.

In the final analysis.

There are too many dark skin tones in Chicago, which is one of the reasons why he may have been kicked out by his uncle at that time.

No way.

If Baker didn't leave, it would probably be another riot.

"That's right."

After Carrie and Brut exchanged phone numbers with Baker, they seemed to have something in mind as they left.

Stop it.

Carrie looked at Baker, "Are you going back to Chicago tomorrow?" ”

Baker asked, "For what?" ”

Carrie seemed a little surprised: "You don't know? ”

Baker was confused.

"Adam Anderson is dead."

“…… What the? ”

Baker raised an eyebrow, Adam Anderson, like Carrie, was Baker's classmate and grew up in the same neighborhood.

If you really talk about it, Adam Anderson is Baker's little brother.

Similar in nature to Ned Liz of the spider.

When Baker left Chicago, the only promise he made to Adam Anderson was that if Adam came to New York one day, he would cover him unconditionally.

It's a pity.

Adam Anderson, a fat man at the time, had an elderly grandmother to take care of, so he never left Chicago.

Baker barely contacted Chicago after leaving.

So......

Baker frowned, "How come?" ”

Carrie said, "It was said to be a car accident, just yesterday on Thirty-Fourth Street, tomorrow at noon the church is going to pray for Adam, will you come?" ”

Baker came back to his senses and hummed, "If I'm free, I'll go back." ”

Carrie didn't say anything anymore, just waved her hand to Barbara, and then walked towards their place with her husband Brute.

Not much.

The two left.

Barbara looked at Baker, who was frowning and contemplative: "What, don't you want to go back?" ”

Baker looked at Barbara, "Honestly, I don't think so. ”

Barbara said thoughtfully, "Why? If I'm not mistaken, it appears on your file that you haven't been in contact with your two sisters since you were eighteen. ”

Baker said directly: "I'm sad." ”

Barbara: "......"