Walking into a tavern outside the port, Lyist and Soraka found a place by the window and sat down, and soon a young man in a short coat trotted up to them, glanced at them with a low brow, and smiled at Lyster.

"What do you want from the two guests?"

"What do you have to eat here?"

"There happened to be a batch of deep-sea ice fish from the north, and the secret prawns in our tavern are also very popular."

"One for each...... What would you like to eat in Soraka? ”

Seeing that the man suddenly asked himself, Soraka opened his mouth and swallowed the 'black bread' that he had already developed a habit.

"Come to Ster, I will eat whatever you eat."

Looking back at the reception, Lyist smiled.

"Is there rice here?"

"Yes, it's all locally produced rice, would you like a share? There are three types of ...... large, medium, and small portions."

"A large portion is enough, plus a bottle of Noxus wine."

"Sorry guest, the wine is only from Demacia."

"Then take Demacia's, and the cup is ready."

"Okay~The dishes are good right away~"

With the guest's menu in mind, the hostess hurried off to the kitchen to report the food, and looking back, Lyist noticed that there was something unnatural about Soraka.

"What's wrong? Is there anything uncomfortable? It's next to the window, and the air should be the best. ”

The man speculated that the woman might hate being around a group of shirtless men with a body odor.

"Why don't I ask if there are any single rooms?" It's too noisy here. ”

Soraka shook his head, three points cramped, two points shy, and five points expectant.

"It's the first time I've eaten something so good, it's a little, a little bit I don't know what to do, I haven't eaten prawns yet, I don't know how to eat it."

"I see."

Seeing the woman hang her head in embarrassment, the man breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time decided to wait for the waiter to come over and add some rare dishes, he really had no money when he was in Enkstown, and he was also very worried that Lisandro's people would find him, so he didn't stay long, and he really saved a fortune on the journey south, and he was much more financially prosperous.

"You don't need to be particular about eating, just eat how convenient and how to eat, if you don't know, I'll teach you, don't worry about anything."

"Hmm."

Sorakar nodded reassuringly, and sat down on a clumsy wooden chair with her staff.

"I'll inquire about the situation, and you'll be here waiting for the food to be served."

"Good!"

Rising from his chair, Lyist slowed down towards the counter, discerning the nearby conversations.

"I've heard that Winterclaw lost badly this time, and that the Mabel Warmother killed several of her favorite wives, guys, and this makes me have to reconsider whether I should conquer the Mabel Warmother......"

"Come on, man, what other specialties do you have besides that one? Mabel's wife isn't something you can do if you want to......"

"Drink and drink again~Hiccup~ I'll tell you a secret, don't tell anyone else, there seems to be a lot of big things happening in the Frost Guard Fortress recently, my aunt is the Frost Guard, she said that the Frost Empress killed a large number of Ice Warlocks, it is said that an old Ice Descendant betrayed the Empress, and now everyone in the Frost Guard Fortress is in danger, no one knows what the angry Empress will do, snoring ~ purring ~ ......"

"Hello? Is this the fall? Hey, this Ah Wei is not very good, let's continue to drink and continue to drink......"

Lyist frowned and looked at the drunkard who was asleep on the table, dismissed the inquiry, and continued on.

The door to the tavern was pushed open, and three vicious-looking barbarians entered the tavern with a big grin.

"Then again, Randall's raiders and the Atley Gang are preparing to head south again, right? Are the brothers interested in crossing the Urus Mountains to grab a vote for the southerners? The Demacia woman that the miser Bruce snatched was too expensive, and he actually asked for a silver coin at a time, I think Bruce is in the eyes of money, instead of playing with his rags, it is better to grab one himself, and the Demacian woman with fine skin and tender flesh is the most suitable for warming the bed......"

"What's the hurry? There are still two months to prepare, do you think those southerners are really cattle and sheep? Don't go over the mountains and mountains and never come back, and besides, I seem to have heard that there are Mabel's War Mother's people in the forces that are preparing to go south this time, if the Claws of Winter chooses to do it, the Ice Warlock will definitely make a move at that time, and that is a good time to fish in troubled waters, let's rush into the southerner's village and pick up the woman and run back, we must not be greedy, or the small life is important......"

Most of the messy news has little credibility, most of it is a boastful component, and the barbarians who lack spiritual entertainment and civilized etiquette get together, except for the yellow waste in their heads, there is the expectation of burning, killing and looting, and the quickened pace of Lyster came to the counter and ordered a few more dishes, and the noise behind him seemed to be much quieter.

The man turned his head to look at it, silently hid the thirteen-centimeter-long single-edged cheese knife on the counter behind him, and walked in the direction he had come.

Three pigtailed men with large shoulders and round waists and one-handed axes around their waists surrounded Soraka, led by a large man with a wicked smile on his face.

"Purple-skinned mage chick, don't you feel lonely alone? Accompany your buddies for a couple of drinks? I've seen a lot of normal people, I've never experienced a beautiful chick like you, I'm just good for you~"

"Please get out of here! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude! ”

"You're welcome? I like the most polite woman~ This is how to have a taste~"

Surrounded and intercepted by the trio, Soraka stuck to the wall, using his staff to block the barbarian's restless hands.

The back of his hand hit the staff with more red marks, and the big man led by him was not annoyed, but more interested in making a look at his subordinates, and smiled knowingly, his subordinates directly took the staff, and the other tried to hug Soraka, the tavern was completely quiet, no one wanted to come out, but many people were holding wine glasses with great interest and ready to watch a good show.

"Hey, look here."

"Looking for death!?"

The shoulder was patted by the person behind him, and the big man turned his head unpleasantly, but what he saw was that the tip of the knife condensed into a point was aimed straight at his eyes, getting closer and closer, and in the blink of an eye, he came out of his eyelids.

"Poof."

The moment the hole was enlarged, the big man didn't have time to react, the knife pierced the lens, penetrated deeply into the eye socket and straight into the brain ventricles, and the man holding the knife rotated the handle vigorously with a surging smile, until a large pool of blood-colored concentrated liquid bubbles erupted from the cracked eye socket and flowed down the blade of the knife to the ground.

Witnessing the round things being twisted into mud by knives, the spectators of the theater could no longer keep a calm smile, the timid people had begun to tiptoe up and leave the tavern, and the brave people did not want to have more trouble, and quickly turned their bodies back to the table to stare at the food on the table, thinking about whether they should leave with the food dripping.

Spending here isn't cheap.

With a "plop", the big man's body fell heavily to the ground, and the other two barbarians were stunned for a moment, then their eyes were red, and they pulled out the one-handed axe on their waists and prepared to shoot, while Soraka snatched the staff back with all his might, his eyes full of worry.

Unlike the previous innocence and kindness, this time, she felt boundless anger in the man's mood swings.

"Heaven Descends"