Cassiopeia and Silo in Noxus board the Quekao family's airship with mixed feelings and a load of belongings.

Shurima, Nerima.

Walking on the dirt road where the flow of people gradually increased, facing the respectful and grateful eyes of the people around him, the corners of Sivir's mouth quietly curved, and from time to time he nodded to the yellow-skinned people around him.

It has been more than half a month since she took over Shurima's livelihood, during which Azir has not returned once, and is still fighting outside.

But at the same time, there was a steady stream of people who migrated to Nerima under the escort of the Sand Soldiers.

Previously, according to Nasus's management, they were only assigned a place to live at will, except for a piece of the building around the palace for the future ascension gods, the rest were allocated according to one area after another.

When the eastern district is full, it will be sent to the southern district, and when the southern district is full, it will be sent to the western district, and so on.

As for whether the industry they want to engage in will be able to feed and clothe, Nasus does not have time or ability to care.

Even if he wanted to manage it, there was no way to fabricate the industry and food for the civilians out of thin air.

But Sivir is different, and with the help of Kekao's network with the Empire, she has the freedom to let the Empire's airships continue to deliver food here.

Every newcomer and former civilian borrowed enough food to feed them for the first two months.

For these hungry Shurima civilians, this food is like raining down on those who have been in the desert for a long time, giving them the guarantee of survival.

As for the interest on the loan, or the need to repay it by labor, it is a trivial problem for them.

Under the rule of other warlords, they had to work as laborers, did not have enough to eat, and sometimes suffered from danger to their lives.

Now they are in a much better situation than then.

It's just that there are some blacksmithing or assembly work, and most of the Shurima people are grateful to Sivir.

What Sivir gave them at first glance was a very valuable, seemingly delicate and falling assembly part, this kind of thing they didn't say they had seen, they only heard of those high-ranking warlords.

Now Sivir has entrusted them with the assembly work, and even if it breaks, it will only have to be punished very little.

In their eyes, this kind of thing is simply the act of a saint.

In their eyes, Sivir was the one who really saved them.

A new group of foreign Shurima had just arrived in Nerema, and Talia, with short brown hair, was in the middle of the group.

As Sivir walked by, their procession also stopped, and they saluted respectfully as they looked like the people next to them.

The weak are respectful to the strong, this is something engraved in the blood of the Shurima people, and even the imprint is deeper than that of the Noxians, who do not even dare to trespass.

Among the Shurima people, Thalia is considered an outlier.

After watching Sivir walk away, she naturally ran to the side and asked familiarly:

"Who was that guy just now? I see that you are very respectful to him. ”

She had reason to be so curious.

When the people around him saw the long-haired woman, their eyes were not the kind of numb and respectful in the face of strength, but a radiant look.

She had seen this kind of look, and when she first knew what hope was, it was such a look.

To be stared at like this, that woman was completely different from the Azir she had seen before.

"That is the god of Sivir, His Royal Highness the Prince of Shurima, although we don't know what the Prince is, but she is really good to us!"

Next to him, an uncle with a yellow face and thin muscles said happily.

"The prince refers to the next emperor."

Talia held back the surprise in her heart, and after the popular science was finished, she was really a little curious and asked:

"Has she done anything?"

"Look at this!"

The uncle proudly raised the exquisite bracelet in his hand, the bracelet shone golden in the sun, and the exquisite patterns on it set off even more beautiful.

"Gold? Wrong... How does it feel magical? Talia was shocked.

It stands to reason that the uncle's patched outfit shouldn't have this kind of thing at all.

"Haha, this is our identity bracelet, and you can get it when you join the Nerima Membership. I assembled this myself, and you may have assembled it by me. Uncle said triumphantly.

What the uncle said immediately aroused Talia's strong curiosity.

She knows some magic herself, and she can see that this thing is a magic product with good opinions, and it shouldn't be possible for an ordinary person like an uncle to have anything to do with it.

"Quick, tell me about it!"

"This is going to start with the god Sivir starting to manage us." With a smile on his face, the uncle said enthusiastically, "In the beginning, it was Lord Nasus who managed Nerema, and he... Well, it's also very good, we were assigned a house, but there is nothing to eat, we can only go hungry. ”

Talia knew what Uncle meant, and although he said that Nasus was good, he just didn't dare to speak ill of the other party.

Listening to the uncle's meaning, she can imagine how many people will starve to death in the end if they are just allocated shelter and have no food.

Although Nairima is an oasis and there is no shortage of water around, it is impossible to survive with water alone...

"Later, the god Sivir said she would rule over us. In the beginning, we didn't know what was going to happen, but it's all like that, and it's not going to go anywhere in the worst. ”

Speaking of this, the uncle's expression changed significantly. Even the emotions between the lines are significantly different for both Sivir and Nasus.

"At first, Sivir was just Lord Nasus, only more passionate. But on the third day..."

The uncle stretched his arms and danced with his eyebrows flying:

"You don't know, there were a lot of big fat guys flying in the sky that day, covering the sky and the sun."

Hearing this, Talia couldn't help frowning: "Are you talking about being as fat as a circle, with an axe and a book on it?" ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" The uncle beat his hands excitedly, "That's it, it looks very big inside, it is estimated that it can fit hundreds of people." ”

"That's Noxus' airship! They..."

Talia's face was solemn, and he wanted to talk about the other party's brutality, but his mouth opened and he still didn't say anything.

Looking at the uncle's appearance, I guess after finishing the speech, I will feel that Noxus is not as good as the warlord that people have ever met...

"And then?"

Eventually, Talia turned to the follow-up.

"And then!" The uncle looked excited, "Then a large number of people came down from above, and each of them carried a bag of things in both hands. ”

"When it first started, the big guy didn't know what it was. But when we got to the back, when the god Sivir gathered us in the square, we didn't know what it was. ”

The more the uncle spoke, the more excited he became, and his language matched his arm movements and said:

"It's scary, in the square, the sacks are piled up higher than the hills, and it looks like there are thousands of bags. Do you know what that is? ”