"The ship came, and it stopped on the shore, and I'm pretty sure there was a white cloth tied to the bow, and the waterline was shallow, so there shouldn't be much cargo."

"Good, very good."

No longer looking at the spy, the scar-faced woman turned to the hooded man with a respectful expression.

"Lord Grace, I'm sorry for you next, please rest assured, you will not be less rewarded, this is the promise of Mabel's War Mother."

"Well, lead the way."

The old voice of the Iceborn Warlock reminded Scargirl of the night owl cry she heard when she was a child on a moonless night, sharp and evil, Scargirl couldn't help but shudder, and rumors came to mind.

Legend has it that the Ice Descendant Warlock in front of her is an undead old monster who lives by sucking the blood of beautiful maidens, and while promoting the will of the Frost Empress Lisandro, she often collects some gold coins of portraits from Noxus, which are extremely rare, and are also an important bargaining chip in this secret transaction.

I don't know if it's true or not, but it's better to stay away.

If you don't dare to deal with a witch, it's no problem to take care of an old fisherman.

"Old Hodge, you go and lead the way for Lord Grace, if something goes wrong, I think you should know what the consequences are."

The old boatman nodded, bent down deeply, saluted the two of them one after the other, and said respectfully to Grace.

"Please follow me, Master Mage."

Walking in front of the Iceborn Warlock, Old Hodge's body stiffened a lot, and the trembling old man could only speed up his pace, lest the evil witch take his soul away.

The character that even Scar Girl is afraid of is definitely not a character he can slack off.

Winterclaw's pay is good, but it has to be worth it.

The two of them came to the shore one after the other, and the solid rope tied to the stakes held the boat in place, rippling with the waves.

"Master Mage, they're on the boat."

Old Hodge stood up again and cautiously pointed to the boat on the sea, and the hooded Iceborn Warlock nodded and walked towards the boat, much to the relief of Old Hodge.

In the cabin, Soraka, who was sleeping next to the man, sensed the hostility and lifted the blanket to sit up from the man's embrace, the one-pointed star spirit rubbed his eyes and touched his crescent staff.

There was no need for Soraka to give a reminder, and when Soraka made a move, Lyster had already opened his eyes, sat up silently, and began to wear rudimentary armor, no matter how useless the armor was, it was better than armor.

"I'll take a look, you be careful."

"Well, you have to be careful."

Soraka nodded at a worried face, and Lyist walked out of the cabin with a cold iron spear, the boatman had fallen on the bow of the ship, and an uninvited guest in a hood and dressed as a mage was standing at the bow of the ship, looking at him quietly, his body seemed to tremble.

Lyist frowned, but his right hand tightened his spear, ready to kill the tracker with one blow, the enemy didn't know how many, he couldn't spare anything.

"Lisandro's people? I didn't expect to be found by you. ”

"Come on...... Stert ...... Yes, you? ”

To Lyster's surprise, the female mage did not attack, but removed her hood, revealing a withered and old face.

This is a confused old woman, with sunken eye sockets and age spots covered with dry and wrinkled skin, like the peel of an orange that has been exposed to the sun for ten days, no different from the legendary old witch who shares poisoned apples.

He didn't let his guard down, and Lyster didn't attack, and the old man in front of him gave him a familiar feeling, which made him a little unsure who it was.

Strangely, the other party doesn't seem to be sure of his identity.

"You see, know me? Didn't you come to arrest me on Lissandra's orders? ”

The old woman did not answer Lyist's question, but trembled and took out a money bag from her bosom, and poured out a gold coin from the money bag,

One side of the coin depicts the outline of a city, while the other side depicts a human face with simple lines, depicting the verve of a man with a few strokes.

There are very few such gold coins, and the gold coins that circulated after the Emerald Collar have been changed to a cold magic steel mask.

Comparing the two, the old woman who was holding the gold coin tightly took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on her withered hands, the old woman took a step back, then took a second step, put her hood back and turned her body to run away.

In the moment of turning, the moon peeked out of the clouds, illuminating the small world, and the back of the short old woman and a lovely girl in the depths of memory overlapped.

That back used to be by his side when he was most lonely and helpless, perhaps with a little expectation......

"You know me, don't you?"

Lyist put down his spear, ran and jumped out of the boat, stopped the old woman on the shore, and asked in a trembling voice.

"You...... You are...... Grace, you're Grace, aren't you? Grace, Grace, is that you? ”

Smiling bitterly, the old woman nodded.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect you to remember ......"

The words stopped abruptly, and the old woman looked blankly at the young man who hugged her tightly, her expression was a little dazed, the money bag in her hand fell, and the gold coins in the jade collar were scattered on the ground, emitting a soft golden light in the moonlight, which was all her efforts in more than 200 years, and it was also her hope for her future.

She had fantasized that when a man was released by the Frost Witch, he would come to her, give her a warm and free hug, or pet her head dotingly, and let herself touch it, and go to the tavern to eat something delicious together.

But the man who entered the ice palace never came out again, and there was no trace of him again, as if the world had evaporated.

Her little wish was shattered.

She asked the Frost Witch, but the witch's answer was that the man had given up the power to attract the Void and left Freljord alone, and the next Hall of the Nine Statues seemed to confirm the witch's statement, in more than two hundred years, no watcher would be affected by the Void and lost in the Hall of the Nine Statues, and everyone believed that the factor that caused the Void Shock had been erased by the Witch Lord.

Believing and disappointed, she used the merit of finding and bringing back Sturt to the Frost Witch for her freedom, and the Witch granted her request and gave her freedom.

After leaving the Frostguard Fortress, she said goodbye to Catherine, and learned that Church had left the fortress ahead of schedule, so she dismissed the idea of saying goodbye to Grandpa Church, and she went to the Emerald Territory to find the fake lord of the Emerald Territory, and confirmed that it was not the person she was looking for, and she began to wander around the Valoran continent, longing for the day when they could meet again.

One day, two days,

One year, two years,

Ten years, twenty years, fifty years, one hundred years......

Ice bloodlines and extreme magical power have given her a long lifespan, and this wealth is not endless.

She couldn't find anything but disappointment, she gave up, she returned to Freljord, returned to Lisandro, and chose another way to express her grief, with all her savings and wealth, to collect gold coins with the face of a man, which had stoned her thoughts and emotions for the rest of her life, and at this moment, the gold coins were scattered all over the ground.

She saw the man out of reach again, got the hug she had always dreamed of, but had turned into an ugly old woman with a disgusting look.

She would rather continue to live numbly in this world with nothing than be seen by men for her ugliness.

"Let go of me."

Grace opened her mouth, a high-pitched, hoarse voice in her ears, and she resistantly pushed the man who hugged her, as if she were resisting herself.

"You let go of me, me."

"I'm sorry...... It was Lisandro who locked me up, I'm sorry...... I didn't get out sooner...... Grace, why are you so stupid? Why should you choose me? I'm not worth it...... you're doing it."

The man couldn't stop crying, but hugged the old woman tightly, crying like a wronged child.

The old woman was stunned, her eyes clouded a little, and finally she raised her hemp arm and patted the man on the back.

Just as when a man was still bound by a cow tendon rope, she hugged him and smiled bitterly.

"Maybe it's because, after meeting you, I can't see anyone else."