Loneliness is the worst enemy of human nature

- Indalie

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From Samira's home, Aslan followed her through three blocks of the business district.

"The nightingale mourns."

Aslan stood at the corner of the street and looked at the sign of the bar, a little curious.

In the original background of the game, the captain of Samira is just a name in the story, and the so-called plot is only a passing touch, but from Samira's attitude towards her, the relationship between the two is obviously not so simple.

Moreover, Aslan also knows that Indali may have some connection to Black Rose, and the tattoo artist she introduced to Shamira, or the weaponsmith she took her to meet, is likely to be one of LeBlanc's disguises.

Because the sword in her hand, and the runes on the sword, have something in common with Raven's sword.

Standing at the corner of the street and looking from a distance, he noticed a lady sitting in front of the window facing the street on the first floor.

When Aslan was looking up, the lady also just looked up, and the eyes of the two changed, and then their respective images were clear in their hearts.

Bend over, stroke your chest, salute...

Aslan's movements were graceful and steady, and the smile on his face made Samira, who was standing beside her, pout dissatisfiedly.

"That's my captain," she said.

"She doesn't look like a soldier." Aslan nodded, and as the distance got closer, he could see more clearly, "But she's still a charming lady." ”

The captain of the captain that Shamira said sat quietly in her wheelchair, holding a book in her hand, her shiny long silky hair was casually draped, her shoulders looked unusually thin, and when Aslan looked at her, she also turned her head, and a hint of surprise flashed in her pale blue eyes when she saw Shamira and Aslan.

The two walked into the bar.

"Little Sha......" Indali shouted as she watched Samira from her wheelchair, and she glanced at Aslan as well.

Of course she knew who Aslan was, but she was curious about why Samira and Aslan came together?

"Hey, Captain." Facing her former captain, Shamira's attitude became a little restrained, "Do you need me to introduce you?" She walked over and put her arms around Indalie's shoulder, "That's the goal of my mission." ”

Indali paused a little unnaturally, and she looked up at Aslan and then at Samira with her sea-blue eyes, wondering if something had happened between the two men.

However, it is not difficult to see from Samira's face and the way she walks that she must have experienced a warm and beautiful first night, which made her face strange, "Xiaosha; You are..."

"Although there were some minor deviations in the course of the mission, in terms of results, I completed the task in my own way." Sitting on the long table next to Indalie's desk, Samira looked at Indali, "You can't deduct the reward for the mission, I'm short of money right now." ”

Because Dali couldn't cry or laugh, she looked at Aslan, who was standing quietly on the side, because of her inconvenient legs, she could only sit in a wheelchair and make a greeting etiquette, with curiosity in her eyes, "I hope Xiaosha hasn't caused you much trouble." ”

"Xiaosha?" Aslan was stunned by the title, but a smile quickly appeared on his face.

"No, I like Xiaosha's honest personality very much." Aslan deliberately accentuated the word "Xiaosha", causing Shamira to be resentful and turn her attention to the woman in a wheelchair.

There aren't many people in the bar today, and the whole décor is dark, with old oak counters, a row of scattered chairs, a variety of liquor on the hangers, and a woman in a wheelchair wearing a long skirt that covers her ankles, like a nun who abides by etiquette, and her face and chin have a special warm smell under such a tightly wrapped landscape.

Aslan felt that the woman in front of her, who was not bad-looking, had an elegant temperament, which made her look like a soldier who had a military secret service status at all.

However, it seems that she is also a woman with a lot of character and style.

Because most of the noble women in Noxus are more overbearing or flamboyant, the person in front of her seems a little too reserved, and she wraps herself tightly, matching the dim atmosphere of the bar, and has a bit of elegance and loneliness.

Indali looked at Aslan with an inexplicable smell in her eyes, she was curious about Aslan's intentions, or rather, she wanted to know what Aslan wanted to do.

"You may be seated, Mr. Aslan." After saying that, Indali raised her hand and pointed at Samira, her tone tinged with disgust, "You sit down too." ”

This action of raising her hand also made Aslan realize her plump body wrapped in a long skirt.

"Need a drink?" She asked.

"I rarely drink alcohol." Aslan looked at Indali, "Especially with the beautiful scenery in front of me, I'm afraid to get drunk and miss the beautiful scenery." ”

"Do you like to drink or not?" Shamira was a little dissatisfied, she looked at Indali, and after a slight pause, "Captain, I came today, in fact, I have something to tell you. ”

"Well, what? You—" Indalie leaned lazily back into her wheelchair, "are you short of money or are you going to change your weapon again?" At this point she glanced at Aslan, "Or are you going to take a leave of absence?" I agreed..."

Shamira paused, "I think I have a way to heal your leg." ”

There was silence in the room.

"It's okay, Xiaosha, I'm very happy that you have this heart, but I'm fine for now." Indali picked up the book from her lap and placed it on the table, and began to slide her wheelchair towards the bar.

Aslan read the book she had placed on the table, and saw the name on it.

"The Sonnets of the Pirates".

It is said that this was written by a veteran writer named "Emika", whose sharp words portrayed feelings and humanity in depth, and her other special edition of the fashion lingerie magazine "The Reverse Journey of the Piltover Lady" was very popular among the upper class ladies.

Aslan has naturally seen it, and is unusually profound:

"I wandered on the sea, the ship began to writhe restlessly like my body, the storm pulled out a roar, and my heart fell with the ups and downs of the storm, but I was happy standing on the mast, like a morning flower, the petals of which were plucked by the wind, dipped in dew, but also danced with the wind."

"I stepped on the deck, and the place under my feet was black earth, and I raised my sword, and I faced the sea breeze, and let my messy hair fly, and blew the horn of my charge, and the blood flowed uncontrollably, and the waves cleaved..."

Aslan's words made Samira a little confused, but Indali knew what he was talking about.

Her face turned unnatural.

"Madam, although I am talking about a preface, it is more about the desire of the owner of this book for freedom, especially love, the life of a pirate is free and exciting, and the desire to conquer the sea and land is as pleasant as love, but you must also understand that although pirates are adrift on the sea, what their hearts crave most is the fragrance of earth and love."

Aslan recited the frontispiece from The Pirate's Poem to Indali.

At the same time, he also understood that Indalie, who was in a wheelchair in front of him, was a woman who was unwilling to be lonely, with ambition in her heart, but she had to be disheartened and confined to the wheelchair.

"It's just a story, Mr. Aslan."

Subconsciously, Indali pulled the thin blanket on her long skirt, Aslan's gaze was really aggressive, and she wanted to use the blanket to cover her inner uneasiness.

However, with the action of pulling the corners of her skirt, it outlined the beautiful curves of her lower body, but the calf muscles exposed from under the skirt atrophied, which looked a little ugly at first.

Holding the corner of her skirt in a panic, Indali's face flushed, and Aslan's gaze made her feel like she was being executed.

Indali glanced at Aslan, then turned to look at Samira, and the room was silent.