The gun in his hand was just a tool – but it was a tool of great craftsmanship. The dark green metal is inlaid with gold threads and outlines the names of the craftsmen: details that confirm the pride and complacency of the craftsmen. It's not a weapon from Piltover - those flashy things are meant to work in a land where magic is minimal. And this gun is from the hands of a true master blacksmith. Its Ionian copper heart pulsates with magic.

He wiped the butt for the fourth time. He can't confirm that it's clean until he's wiped it a fourth time. Although he didn't use it once. Although he just wanted to put it in a bag and put it under the bed. But he had to make sure he wiped it clean before putting it away, and he couldn't confirm it until he had wiped it the fourth time. Anyway, now it's clean. It must be clean four times.

It's clean, and it's wonderful. His new patrons are generous. But shouldn't the best painters be paired with the best brushes?

The precision and accuracy of the new tool dwarfed his previous self-cutting work. It took him weeks to understand the mechanics of firearms, but it took months to take the sword to new heights.

There were a total of four bullets in the gun. Each one is infused with magical energy. Each one is comparable to the sabers of a Raslane monk. Each one made his art splash. Each one is a masterpiece. It doesn't just penetrate the body. It restructures flesh and blood.

That rehearsal in Mill Town had already demonstrated the potential of the gun. The response to the work has also made his new employers very satisfied.

He had wiped it clean, but the gun was in his right hand, and the temptation was too strong. He knew he shouldn't have done it, but he unfolded the black eelskin bodysuit anyway. He stroked the surface of the leather coat with the fingertips of his left hand. The oily leather made him breathe shorter. He picked up the tight leather mask again, and then couldn't help but slide it over his face. The mask covered his right eye and mouth. The mask restricts his breathing and eliminates his depth perception.

Refreshing.

Just as he was putting on his shoulder armor, the bell rang, the bell he had hidden on the front steps of his room. He quickly folded his weapon and removed his mask.

"Hello?" said the maid through the door. Her lively tone was a reflection of her birthplace, far south of town.

"Did I do what I was told?" he said.

"Yes, sir. A white lantern every other foot. A red lantern every four feet. ”

"Then I'll be able to get started," Kada Ember said, opening the door.

The maid's eyes widened as he walked out of the room. Ember knew exactly what she looked like. Normally, he feels a bitter disgust for himself, but today is the day of the show.

Today, the lanky Kada Ember gracefully walked out of the room, holding an iron rod in his hand. He was somewhat hunched, and his cloak seemed to hide the large deformity of his shoulders, but there was no physical abnormality to be seen from his athletic gait. He walked towards the window and tapped his cane to the ground hard. He hit the ground rhythmically—three times in a row, then a fourth. He was covered in golden light, with a cloak and jewels shining in the sun.

"That...... What's that?" asked the maid, pointing to Ember's shoulder.

Ember paused for a moment, taking in the woman's innocent face. The silhouette is rounded and Peugeot is symmetrical. It's a boring cliché picture. If you take it off, the mask you make must be terrible.

"It's for crescendo, my dear," Kada Ember replied.

From the tavern window, he had a clear bird's-eye view of the town in the valley. His performance had to be spectacular, and there was a lot of work to be done. The town's governor should be back tonight - but for now, Ember's plan for tonight feels pretty ...... Lack of spirituality.

"I've got a bouquet of flowers for your room," said the maid, passing him by.

He could have sent someone else to set up the lantern. But he didn't. He could have changed his clothes before the door opened. But he didn't. Now she had seen Kada Ember in full costume.

The inspiration he needed was now apparent. Like destiny. There is never a choice. No one escapes art.

He had to make the maid's face ...... More interesting.

Two.

Pieces of meat soaked in sugar float on the surface of the five-flavor soup, glittering. The aroma is enticing, but Shen put down the spoon. The waitress nodded with an approving smile as she turned to leave. Although the bowl of soup is delicious enough, the fat on the soup has not yet melted. Wait a while, and it's the pinnacle of taste buds. Patience is required.

After carefully examining the interior of the White Cliff Inn for a while, I realized that the roughness and simplicity here were deliberately created appearances. The weavers are skilled at removing excess branches and leaves only when necessary.

The candles on the table danced ...... Something quirky. Shen slid back off the table and removed the knives from under his coat.

"Your student, quiet as a pregnant cow. Shen said.

A man dressed as a merchant walked into the inn. He swept past the waiter and sat down on a chair far from Shinsan's table. Though every cell in his body wanted to rush at his father-killer, Twilight's Way wouldn't allow it. When he forced himself to calm down, he realized that he was only the length of an index finger outside of his reach.

Looking cautiously at Xiang Zheng, I thought I would see a sneer. However, Zai sighed. His complexion was gray, and his face was covered in shadows.

"I've been waiting for so many years. Shen said

"Didn't I grasp the distance?" asked him tiredly.

"Even if you cut off my head, I'll be able to get close and strike. Shen said as he stretched out his leg against the floor behind him. The catastrophe was ten paces away plus a finger and a half away.

"Your morality is close to mine. And your father's ideal is a weakness. Ionia can no longer afford it. The front foot of the chair tilted back, just enough to dodge Shen's fatal move. "I know I can't make you understand, but I'll give you a chance at revenge. ”

Shen moved a few inches closer to his chair. "I didn't do it for revenge. It's you who upset the balance. Therefore, you deserve to be condemned to death. ”

"The Golden Devil is gone. "Said Zai.

"It can't be. Shen felt a sudden emptiness in his chest.

"That was your father's greatest achievement. And now, once again, his foolish kindness has ruined the glory of his life. He shook his head and sighed. "You know that very well...... The power of things. He then leaned forward, deliberately exposing his neck to Shen's attack. "You also know very well that only you and I have the means to catch him and stop him. ”