With a smile, the Vastaya girl transformed into a white-faced owl and flew into the sky, but soon disappeared, leaving Lyste alone to stand there with his head bowed, like an idiot with a wounded head.

"Well, Lord Lyster, are you still going to sea?"

The old boatman, who was hiding in the distance, saw that something was wrong, and hurriedly ran over and asked carefully.

"Go to sea...... Do you know where Kiriwei Island is? ”

The old boatman shuddered at the bloodshot eyes of Lyster.

"Uh, didn't you say Miss Roy led the way?"

"Then don't go, thank you for waiting so long."

"My lord, it's nothing ......"

Handing the old boatman the fare that had been prepared, Lyster turned around and walked towards the west.

Lyster has decided to return from Acacia to be a pathfinder in the Sea of Watchers once again.

As a responsible man, no matter what happens, he has to coax his coquettish woman back.

……

It is difficult to enter Ishtar from the outside world without knowing the road, but as the former Great Elemental Envoy of Ishtar, Lyster naturally does not know where the tree walls and vine passages that are under the control of Vidalian (note: the artifact of the town at the central tower of Ishoken) leads.

From the south gate of the city of Ishtar to the southwestern border of Ishtar, through the rainforest controlled by Vidarian, you can reach the western miasma jungle, as the outermost line of defense of Ishtar, the miasma jungle is a standard tropical rainforest climate, full of poisonous miasma and poisonous insects, it is an impregnable natural line of defense, unless it is a super-scale magic bombardment or a large excavation equipment to dig inch by inch, otherwise it is difficult to break through the defense line of the miasma jungle.

For Lyster, the threat of the Shade Miasma was not a threat, but it took two months to successfully cross the Shadow Miasma Jungle, cross the mountains west of Ishtar, and reach the northern border of Acacia, where many villages can be seen on the oasis of the border, and then it becomes a barren and dry land.

Acacia is located in the southeast protrusion of the Shurima continent, the terrain is high in the southeast and deep valleys, the terrain is high in the southeast, the central basin is low, and the northwest continues to increase, and the mountains are endless, which is a typical semi-trench basin structure.

In Jax's description, if it weren't for the fact that Shurima's Ascendant was too powerful, and even some of the Ascended Ascendants who had obtained the Dragon King attribute would still be able to fly, otherwise, the danger of the terrain alone would be enough for the Eccasians to keep the enemy out of the country, and the example of Acacia's failure was enough to conclude that it was impossible to use human tactics to fight against the supernatural forces in the Runeterra, and the cruel truth was that even if all the mortals were armed, it would not be enough for the Ascended to kill alone.

If you want to gain a foothold in the Land of Runeterra, you must master the power that terrifies the gods, and on this great road, power reigns supreme.

Strengthened in his heart's desire for great power, Standing halfway up the mountain and looking at the south, Lyst took a deep breath and walked slowly towards the bottom of the mountain.

Taking the initiative to contact the Void was his first choice.

……

"Do you hear that? Did you hear that? Do you hear the sound from the underground? The voice from the abyss is at our feet! Right in our ears! I am a prophet, and listen to my call! Obey my orders! Welcome to the voice of the end! ”

In the sandy streets, a ridiculous lame beggar cries out a broken bowl and a foolish mutter, the inhabitants of Shurima who live in Amakra look unfurled, the distinguished guest who has lived in the inn for a long time waving his finger with a ring full of precious stones and agate, and the servant drops a large bone stick from the window that is ready to be left for the wild dog.

The big bone stick smashed on the ground and rolled twice, landing in front of the lame beggar.

Seeing that the lame beggar who saw the bone stick was no longer moaning without disease, he gratefully picked up the dust-stained bone stick, and licked the remaining flesh on the bone stick with his mouth wide open, causing the surrounding audience to laugh, and the streets of Amakra were full of a happy atmosphere, and even the scavengers on the street who couldn't even put together half of their clothes had a relaxed smile.

As if to get some kind of satisfaction, the rich man put a malicious smile on the corner of his mouth, and said a few words to his subordinates, who sprinkled the medicinal powder in the purple glass bottle on the steamed buns.

Followed by the big bone stick is a complete steamed bun, this time even the pedestrians on the side of the road showed a greedy look, but everyone knew who the steamed bun was for, and it was not easy to start for a while, so they could only watch with envy as the old beggar pounced on the steamed bun again.

"Don't eat it! You've influenced our business!

！ Stinky beggars, get out of here!

！ ”

A little boy squatting by the stall suddenly screamed and picked up the steamed bun at his feet and threw it to the wild dog with the hara, the hungry wild dog stared at the red eyes, opened his mouth with lightning speed, took the little boy's gift in his mouth, and quickly disappeared at the end of the street.

"Ahhh

！ What are you doing!? My steamed buns!

！ Don't snatch my steamed buns!

！ ”

The beggar who was robbed of the wild dog chased after the wild dog like crazy step by step, and the passers-by who didn't grab the steamed bun around finally put away their jealous looks and laughed, in the absurd laughter, only the rich man on the third floor of the inn frowned, obviously very dissatisfied with the script of the sudden accident, but it was another wild dog who died, and the ending was not bad.

The rich man gave a cold glance at the little boy who had broken the good deeds, and the window of the inn 'Peng' shut, and the closed window closed the interrupted comedy, and another comedy had just begun.

"Ahem, ahem...... Marzaha, what are you doing? He just wants to eat a steamed bun! Have I ever taught you to insult others like this? ”

The owner of the stall coughed a few times and slapped his young son in the face, causing the five-year-old boy's head to buzz and fall heavily to the ground.

The little boy with Venus in his eyes lying on the ground with his head in his hands, he can see the end of others in all kinds of visions, but he can't see his own future.

This slap, he Marzaha can't dodge for the rest of his life.

The little boy did not argue to his father that he saw the beggar who ate the steamed bun and would bleed to death on the spot, the little boy just lay on the ground silently and waited for his father's punishment, and in his confused thinking, he even regretted that he had killed an innocent dog.

"Alright, Birrell, he's just a child, spare him."

The middle-aged woman in the neighboring stall said enthusiastically with a smile on her face.

"But then again, Birrell is such an honest and responsible person, but Marzaha's child has been crazy since he was a child, and his heart is indeed a little poisonous...... It's not like you, it's time to go home and educate yourself. ”

Birrell put away his anger and treated his peers, and the man's face was replaced with a simple smile of honesty and duty.

"You're saying that this kid should be educated...... Marzaha, stand up. ”

In the midst of his father's stern reprimand, the little boy got up from the ground and suppressed the 'buzzing' sound left by the slap in his head.

"I ask you, are you doing the right thing? How did your mom and I educate you? ”

"Be an honest man, do your duty, and don't bully...... Don't bully people......"

"Hmph, remember pretty strongly, so how did you do it?"

"I, I...... I saved the lame uncle......"

Hearing the little boy say this, the middle-aged woman who was watching the show suddenly had a little more eagerness on her face, and in order to make it easier for others to hear, her voice became louder.

"Look, you kid sometimes can't tell the difference, Birrell, I don't think you should set up a stall here, isn't there an old witch doctor in the West Market? Go back and find the old witch doctor to see the child Marzaha, it doesn't matter, if there is a problem with the brain, it will be really a big trouble, and even the daughter-in-law will not be found at that time, then the trouble will be big, who will inherit your 'family business' at that time? ”

In the new laughter of the street, the Birrell father and son put away the grocery stall in ashes, and at any time of the day, the street could always be filled with merry laughter, as if the voice was not laughing at itself.

Following behind his pale-faced father, Marzaha bowed his head.

"Daddy, I'...... I'm telling the truth...... That steamed bun is poisonous...... The lame uncle eats the ...... that will die"

"Ahem...... Ahem...... I also know that there is an old witch doctor in the West City, Marzaha, I will take you to see it tomorrow, you always have strange sayings and ideas, maybe you are really sick,

Ahem...... Child, Dad apologizes to you, Dad shouldn't have beaten you like that just now, but you really make me hate iron and steel, I have been poor and ambitious all my life, I have never done such a despicable thing, even if I owe someone a copper coin, I can't sleep,

Kid, you really shouldn't be such a bully...... That lame uncle was the one that Dad had to convince the other stall owners to let him beg there, ahem...... You may think it's a little annoying that Dad is preaching too much, but Dad still has to tell you that you always have your own bottom line when you are a man...... Even if your father is gone, you have to live openly and be a good person......"

I wanted to touch my son's head to apologize, but the man's coughing became more and more intense, and the man who spread out his palm looked at the dark blood in his palm, and quietly wiped it on the cloth towel in his pocket.

In a trance, the little boy saw a man lying on the bed and losing his breath, and there was another body on the chair next to the bed, which was the haggard face of the mother who had lost her husband's heart failure.

The death of his father finally made the grieving mother unable to hold on and leave together, which is the cruel truth that the illusion wants to tell himself.

If he goes home today, he will be an orphan, losing his father and mother forever.

"Woo woo, Dad, let's not go home, okay? Please, let's not go home, okay? Can you take me to the witch doctor now? ”

Marzaha's cry finally made the man stop, and he felt even more sorry for his child, and Billel regretted that he had just taken too hard.

After hesitating for a moment, Birel, who had a little sour in the corner of his eyes, first tossed the fluttering money bag in his arms, and then looked up at the still early sky, and the man finally made up his mind and nodded.

"It's okay, then let's go now, don't worry, our family has money, we have to see a good doctor no matter how much money we spend, Dad still expects you to be filial to Dad when you grow up, for you, Dad has to earn money to support the family, and tomorrow I will go out of the stall and apologize to the lame uncle."

As the words fell, Marzaha's head buzzed in despair at the sight of his father lying in a strange room in a new vision, blood everywhere, blood everywhere, and his father's blood everywhere he looked,

An old man in a beast bone mask sat on the ground in horror, looking at himself like a plague, his mouth full of foul language, as if he were a cursed child, and his father's body was thrown out by the witch doctor, like a rotten bone dropped by a rich man, but the old witch doctor held Dad's money bag very tightly.

Unable to suppress his grief any longer, Marzahar grabbed his father's dry hands eroded by the wind and sand, hugged the man in front of him tightly, and buried his head in his father's arms.

"Daddy, Daddy, let me hug you, let me hug you, let me hug you, okay?"

Pampered his little head that was coquettish to himself, I don't know what the reason was, the man's dry eyes began to cry uncontrollably, and the man who was smiling and crying squatted down to meet his son's small request.

Although he can't make any money, he has always tried his best to fulfill his son's wishes within the scope of his ability.

"Ahem...... How old is the child still crying and coquettish, when you see the disease, find your mother to be coquettish, don't expect this to make your father forgive you for your behavior today......"

Father and son embraced each other and stood in the middle of the street, and Marzaha did not let go of his father, nor did he let go of his son.

Ten minutes later, half an hour later, until an hour or so later, someone finally shouted in a joking tone.

"Birrell, I know that your father and son have a deep relationship, the question is whether you can go home and disgust people again? Isn't it an eyesore to stand on the street? ”

Is this a joke?

Isn't this a joke?

If my father could scold him back, this sentence would become a joke, right?

The residual warmth of his father in his chest had turned into a cold heart, and Marzaha opened his teary eyes, and had to accept the reality that his father had left him forever, and he wanted to hold him forever, as if his father was still by his side.

But now, my father can no longer talk to him.

Wiping his snot on his father's filthy neckline, Marzaha wept silently, the only thing he could leave for his father.

The little boy looked at the man who spoke, and he remembered that it was his ingenious father who had built a wooden bed for the family for free, and because the man had prayed for a few days, his father gave up asking for the wages, saying that it would not be easy for him.

Dad treats him like a neighbor in need, what does he think of himself and his father?

Who is easy for the living people in this world?