"Son, stand up and let me take a good look at you."

"Yes."

Rising from the stone bricks, Sacco's forehead was cracked, blood running down his expressionless face, staining his pale skin.

Hunchbacked, looped legs, some twisted wrists, some collapsed nose bridges, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and a tear mole next to the eye.

Like, but not quite like ......

After observing the young 'Sacco' in front of him for a few seconds, Lester looked at Hecht.

"Hecht, what do you want?"

"I want to send Sacco to the Blood Amber Orphanage, where he will grow further and serve you forever, master, is that okay?"

In Hecht's expectant gaze, Lester shook his head and looked at the rising sun in the distance.

Although Hector did put his mind to it, Hector apparently did not understand what it meant to bring a child who had lived underground for seven years into the sun.

"How fragile Isache's skin is now, as soon as the sun comes out, it gets a bad sunburn, and ...... Tell me, child, are you unable to see things in the distance? ”

He hesitated, and although he didn't want to expose his flaws in front of his master, especially if he would make his uncle give up on him completely, the boy also understood that he had no choice.

This is a cruel reality that cannot be concealed, and the lie will be broken as soon as it is poked, since the uncle himself can no longer continue to survive, and if he annoys the master again, it will really be a dead end.

The only one who can protect himself at this moment is the master.

In an instant, Sacco figured everything out, weighed the pros and cons, and made his choice without hesitation.

Sacco fell to his knees again, remembering his mother's actions to please his uncle, and the boy pressed his face to Lester's vamp and kissed it,

Staring at his blood-stained boots, Lester frowned, but didn't stop it.

Stopping Sacco at this moment is pointless except to make the boy completely desperate.

"Yes, master, I can't see anything in the distance."

Hecht's eyes, who had just understood these two points, instantly became indifferent, and the killing intent was inadvertently leaked, but it was instantly withdrawn, as if it had never happened.

Lester secretly sighed that although Hector was a little nervous, the killer's skills were much more exquisite, and his breath was free.

'This dog mongrel, it's so good to hide, no wonder he keeps saying that he can do 100 shots within 10 meters, and the strength is not enough beyond 10 meters, it turns out that the dog mongrel is a useless blind man! I'm really blind and spent seven years cultivating such a piece of garbage! I should have put the dog mongrel into his father's arms as early as the birth of the bastard......

"I'm sorry, master, for letting you see a despicable remnant, and I beg you to forgive me for my stupid mistake and allow me to erase the mistake that has stained your eyeballs......"

Hector fell to one knee and never looked at Sacco again.

In his eyes, his sister's son,

A hybrid of Brian's blood, a boy named Sacco, is already a dead man.

In the face of Hecht's request, Sacco did not raise his head, but silently stuck to the top of Lester's boots, in calm, waiting for the final death sentence to be announced.

It wasn't until this moment that Lester had a real feeling, in the past ten years, his efforts have not been in vain, at least if the child in front of him is really [Devil Clown], Sacco's life and death are completely in his own hands.

As long as he nodded, another [Demon Clown] might be born somewhere else, but this Sacco was dead.

Even fate can't change the life and death of Sacco in front of him.

But then again,

Since I don't know if this 'Sacco' is a demon clown, why don't you create a [demon clown] with your own hands to control it? Just like Evelyn, she gives these 'heroes' the meaning of their existence.

Who says that the original hero is the real hero?

A game is a game after all, just a microcosm of this grand world and its insignificance, and no matter how powerful Caitlyn is in the game, she is just an ordinary sheriff in Piltover.

The chain is a chain and a chain is a >

Passive has never been your own style, and the initiative should be in your own hands.

If there are any other demon clowns, let your Sacco kill the others.

[Demon Clown] can only be controlled in his own hands.

"No need, Hecht, you're doing a great job, I like this kid very much."

Patting Hecht on the shoulder, Lester unbuckled and took off his black cloak and threw it at his feet, where the cloak slipped off and covered the boy's humble body.

The boy who was ready to accept death only felt a sinking on the top of his head, and a reassuring smell came from the cloak, and the residual warmth of the cloak made the boy feel a rare warmth.

Instinctively, the boy shrunk under his cloak and felt safe like he had never felt before.

In the next second, the darkness dissipated, and the sun pierced the icy sky, casting the first rays of brilliant golden light on the earth.

For most people, the golden light was a warming, healing light, but for Sacco, who had never seen the sun, he felt only an unsettling burning sensation, a threat of death rushing from all around him, and his skin began to whine with fear and produce an allergic reaction.

"Sacco, put your cloak so that the sun doesn't hurt you, follow in my footsteps, and I will cure your myopia, and I will also find a way to keep your skin from the sun...... Hecht, retreat, I am satisfied with your gift, and Sacco will follow me later. ”

"Yes, my master."

The cold gaze outside the sun quietly disappeared, and Sacco, who knew that his uncle had left, had gained a second life, and shrunk under his cloak, bent over, and looked at his master's heels with his peripheral vision, where there was the smell of his own blood, and the master's unique sense of peace.

It seems that if you follow the master, you will not be harmed.

"Master, where are you taking me?"

The boy's voice was still very strange, as if he was pinching his throat to speak, and there was a strange tearing feeling.

"Go to your new home."

"Where's your new home?"

"The Underground Fortress of the Shining Silver Mountains."

……

After temporarily changing his itinerary to the Bloody Amber Orphanage, Lester took Sacco into a carriage and went straight to the underground of the Shining Silver Mountains, handing Sacco over to Uzar in the Ruins Workshop.

"Use the magic energy alchemy table, try to cure this child's myopia and skin diseases, at least let him not be afraid of the sun, and test his magical talent by the way, if he can cultivate it, let him learn from Tilce if he can't cultivate it."

"Alright, Lord Lester, let's start working on the recipe."

Pinching a small corner of Lester's coat, Sacco looked at the strangers around him with a blank expression.

The chipmunk curiously circled the cautious Sacco a few times, but suddenly sensed a deadly threat, and the rat could only quickly retreat, away from the dangerous little one.

"Sacco, you're not allowed to hurt anyone here, especially the rat, understand?"

"Understand, master, I won't hurt anyone, even if I'm going to die."

Nodding, Sacco was pulled by Lester to an indifferent man again.

Sacco recognized that the aloof man was the same killer as his uncle, named Tyles, and before that, he and Tyles had never spoken.

"Tyrs, let Sacco learn magic from Uzar first, and if Sacco doesn't have a talent for magic, you can take him with you and teach him."

"Master, I see."

Tyrse agreed without any doubt, for any Nightblade Slayer, obedience was the instinct to survive.

"Sacco, from now on you will follow Uncle Urza and Uncle Tyrs and listen to them."

"Yes, Master Lester."

With arrangements in place, Lester left the Underground Fortress.

The reason why he handed over Sacco to the second-generation Nightblade Slayer, Tils, who is extremely talented in traps, Lester wants to bring Sacco closer to the [Demon Clown] in the Runeterras, although for Sacco, the fate is a little too cruel, but this is Sacco's best fate trajectory.

He wants to turn the clown into the most perfect killer demon completely.

The chessboard of fate has been smashed on the head, and the chips of growth have been pushed to Sacco, and it is up to the boy to put the box or not. chaptere