[Precedent of the book]

Exio and the Crystal Oath

The person who stopped the Fifth Rune War was the Grand Summoner Exctor, the Invoker, and his three disciples, the Invoker family, one of the three major summoner families in Valoran, who enjoyed a high reputation in Valoran, and Excio used his powerful magic to once again show the people that he was the most powerful summoner on the continent.

In order to prevent another war, Exio gathered all of Valoran's mages, summoners, and runemancers together to negotiate with them and draw up the famous Crystal Oath, as well as an organization called the League of Legends to deal with disputes between the city-states. The Crystal Oath stipulates that all wars will be handled by the summoners and mages of the League of Legends, and each city-state can train its own warriors or hire neutral warriors to duel in the magical arena established by the Crystal Oath and decide the winner. The losing side must agree to the winning side's conditions, which must first be reviewed by League of Legends. League of Legends' arena is called the "Land of the Righteous", a separate area controlled entirely by magic, where the laws of nature no longer exist and there will be no real death. The warriors of all city-states (these warriors are called heroes) will be teleported to the arena by the summoner, and the whole process of the battle will be mapped by magic crystals to the resonant magnets set up in the crystal oath everywhere, and all city-states, clans and forces can witness it, ensuring the fairness of the battle.

All city-states have declared to abide by the Crystal Oath, although some city-states, such as Noxus, just don't want to be enemies of so many summoners and magicians. Later, League of Legends established an obsidian city as a base camp on the ruins of the capital of Agat. The Obsidian City has set up a war academy where humans and yodelers can learn the purest form of magic and receive the best education. (This is a quote from the prequel to Dust, if you want to know more about the history of Valoran, read the prequel section)

Part 1: War College

"In the face of the power of fate, the insignificant mortal can only succumb......

Chapter 1: Valoran's Breeze

【Precedent】

"My name is Anton Salon, and my memory begins on a dark and chaotic night. It was a cold night, and the loud, mixed sounds almost deaf me, and I could faintly hear the cries of women and babies, the screams of men, and some inexplicable sounds that were terrifying...... At that time, although I was ignorant and ignorant, I clearly knew that my life had begun......

For some reason, I desperately want to be found and respected. When I was very young, I knew that as human beings, the meaning of life is great and noble, we can't live like ants, we have to work hard to prove ourselves to the world, and do what many people want to do but dare not do. However, fate has always presented itself to human beings absurdly, and for as long as I can remember, I have not known who my parents were. My only relatives were Uncle York and Aunt Jane, who had no children, but they did not treat me as their own son, on the contrary, they hated me terribly, and I have never known why. I guess I was born to be hated. 」

Section 1: Superfluous people

"A lot of times, it's not a certain person who is superfluous, it's our inner thoughts that are too subjective......

Anton Salon, accustomed to sitting on the high haystack in front of his uncle's tavern, looking at the vast blue sky and the endless grassland above him, it was the most pleasant time for him. This boundary belongs to Doha Village, a village located in the northwestern part of the Superfortress, known for its temperature difference of 30 degrees between day and night. The village is not under the jurisdiction of Demacia* or Uttistan*, and in fact its inhabitants are descendants of an even more ancient nation.

"Stupid boy, what are you doing sitting on there?!" spoke a middle-aged man, his dirty and unkempt brown hair like a wig, and his gloomy black face like the sky in the distance that met the grassland, and there would never be a sunny day.

"I'm feeling the Valoran breeze, Uncle York!" said Anton Sharon with a look of delight, an unseemly expression that infuriated York.

"Crazy boy!", York wiped his hands with his disgusting black leather apron and strode angrily towards Anton Sharon "I'm going to screw your head off!"

Anton Sharon was a little frightened, his dilated pupils reflected Uncle York, who had turned into a beast, he didn't know what to do, and his brain mapped the terrible scene in his memory to the muscles of his body through a near-real pain sensation. Just as Uncle York raised his hand and was about to strike at Anton Sharon, a deep, bold voice stopped him.

"It's not a glorious thing to spank a child in front of outsiders, York!"

York turned his head, and saw the speaker:

"One barren land, two tiger and leopard eyes. The body is like a wine barrel, and it is a strong mountain. ”

York instantly transformed from an angry beast to a docile kitten, and the cross-flesh on his face was squeezed into an ugly smile, "Ge-Glagas, you--why are you here, hehehe." ”

Anton Salon, and Gragas were amazed by this miraculous change, but Gragas quickly adjusted his mood: "It's not easy for me to come to you, I brought my new wine", Gragas waved his hand and pointed to the big carriage parked at the entrance of the tavern, on which several wooden barrels were neatly arranged, "I call them 'one drunk', they are the strongest wine I have ever brewed, even those guys in League of Legends* will get drunk when they drink it." Gragas burst out laughing, and the laughter could be heard five miles away. York clutched his ears and laughed bitterly, trying to make his smile real and natural, even though he didn't find it funny at all.

Gragas's laughter was like the rain in June, which came and went as fast as it came, which made York a little broken, but Gragas didn't care so much, he looked left and right alertly, and then pushed York with his big belly as tough as a leather drum. Yorke was blinded by the sudden blow and staggered back several steps.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't think I was trying to make a fuss," said Gragas, who took a small step forward to York's ear and whispered, "Wayne the Night Hunter* has been here lately, be careful, you may see a corpse nailed to the wall in your tavern one day!"

"She-can she kill casually?!" Yorke broke out in a cold sweat, and as he shivered, some unpleasant smell seeped out of his clothes.

"She has dual immunity from League of Legends and Demacia, and she can kill anyone she thinks has anything to do with dark magic!" Gragas replied. "But," Gragas patted the wooden barrel under his gagged nest, "that little lady has a very bad drink, you just have to give her my 'drunkenness', and she will be unconscious!" He laughed again, louder than before, and the sheep in the meadow in the distance looked in horror, as if they thought the end of the world was coming.

"Young man!" said to Anton Salon, who was sitting on the haystack, "help me unload the truck, I can't hold so many barrels by myself." ”

Only then did Anton Saron realize that his ass was numb, "Ah, okay, wait a minute!"

"What are you doing, York?" Gragas patted York on the shoulder, who was staring at Anton Saron viciously. "Does this boy have a grudge against you?" asked Gragas, "isn't he your nephew?"

"He's a superfluous man, I wish this guy was dead, he's delaying my life too much!" said York, puffed.

[Author's Note]

* League of Legends: Located between the two opposing human city-states of Demacia and Noxus, it was founded 37 years ago by the Grand Summoner Exio, responsible for maintaining the peace of Valoran and resolving disputes between various races and city-states.

*Demacia: A human city-state, one of the largest kingdoms in Valoran, known for its highly developed civilization and morality, as well as its strict laws, which will be described in more detail later.

*Utistan: Most of the territory of Utistan is the remains of ancient civilizations, but there are also many small and medium-sized villages, and the capital is a small city-state built on the ruins of ancient Agaste.

* Night Hunter Wayne: A native of Demacia, a League of Legends hero, known for hunting dark magicians.

【Casks – Gragas】

Official Introduction:

The foothills of the Great Barrier are home to the most resilient inhabitants of Valoran, and only the indomitable and hard-working can survive in the harshest conditions of the Runeterra Lands.

The sturdy Gulagas has always lived here – in the south of Noxus, and this beast-strong man has been escaping the cruel civilized society that he calls "another paradise." Here, with no neighbors to bother him, there is a vast space where he can realize his ambition - winemaking. Grog, strong ale, mead and wine – there is nothing he can't make. What makes him special as a Master Brewer is his proximity to a powerful energy hub that exudes energy that permeates the fermentation process of Gulagas winemaking, a magic that fascinates Gulagas for years and even quenches his desire for the army. This mysterious alcohol made Gulagas tall and fat, with a waist circumference twice that of the average person.

In order to control his growing weight, Gulagas invented the Drunken Fury skill, which is brewed from alcohol and the Magical Force. He rarely stayed in Noxus, and every time he went to Noxus to buy supplies, he would enter the tavern, engage in a few fights, take down countless residents, and finally flee to the foot of the mountain, where he would escape from the Noxian police. These unfortunate encounters caught the attention of League of Legends summoners. He is now a hero in the arena, defeating his enemies with spirits and stronger punches.

Section 2: Breeze

"The breeze has once again sent your breath, I wonder if you, who are in heaven at this time, are also thinking about our days and nights......

One

Anton Salons never remembered what he had dreamed last night, even though he tried to do it every day after waking up. Uncle York and Aunt Jane seem to have gone to the tavern to attend to their business, so Anton Sharon needs to find something to eat for breakfast.

"Hey!Soup!" Anton Salons beckoned to the big white dog beside him, "How did you sleep last night?"

Tang Youyou rubbed his head against Anton Sharon's arm and whined twice. That's right, Anton Saron has been living in the kennel for 7 years, and Aunt Jani would never allow such a dirty child to live in her and her husband's house. However, Anton Salons didn't think there was anything wrong with this, and it was a happy thing to sleep with his best and only friend.

"So, what shall we have for breakfast, my dear friend?" asked Anton Ssalon, sitting on a fluffy meadow.

Tang whined twice and fell down. Believe it or not, the result of a long life between humans and dogs is that both parties are able to read languages from different sources.

"Oh, I know, but don't be discouraged, I'm going to find something to eat!, trust me!" said Anton Ssalon, stroking the soup's head.

Anton Saron opened the door of the dog house and climbed out, the bright light made him unable to open his eyes, and when he gradually got used to the light, he realized that the weather was really nice today. The warm sunlight slowly poured down, like some kind of transparent light veil, softly covering the earth that had just woken up. The large meadow in front of the dog house was also much fresher than it used to be, and some of the grass still had a few drops of naughty morning dew on it. Anton Saron walked on the soft grass, his feet quickly became wet, he clearly knew that there must be something to make breakfast in this area, just as he thought this, not far away an object similar to bread came into view, under the cover of a few blades of green grass, lying there obediently like a shy virgin, making people feel mysterious and expectant, and at the same time, greatly increased their appetite...... Anton Saron ran towards it in ten steps and one step at a time, and unexpectedly, a white animal skin shoe stepped on it with the most ferocious gesture in the world!

"So you've been picking up the food I've thrown on the ground!" said the owner of the leather shoes, a little ball-like boy with a freckled face and a fat body.

"It doesn't belong to you if it falls to the ground!" said Anton Ssalon, running towards the piece of bread that had been trampled on by Freckles' right foot, this time at a faster pace. But even faster than that, he had already figured out what he was going to do next. However, the mischievous grass played a joke on him, and the soles of his feet slipped and fell at the feet of "Freckled Face".

"Freckled Face" let out a high-pitched weird grin, and it seems that his laughter is only to this extent. Anton Salon, who was lying on the ground, grabbed the left leg of "Freckled Face" with both hands. Freckled Face was still smiling, but there was a little more disdain in that smile, and he moved his body back slightly, gathering strength, and then kicked Anton Salon's shoulder with his right foot. That is, at the moment when he raised his right foot, Anton Salonn took away the bread that had been trampled under his feet by "Freckled Face".

"I-I won!" Anton Saron stood up clutching his shoulders, his trophy in his right hand.

"Freckled Face" looked at Anton Saron angrily, and let the person he despised put on a bad feeling. However, Anton Saron was wise, and he felt that he should run now. However, he knew it would be difficult as soon as he took a step. "Oops, the shoes are too wet and easy to slip!"

"Freckled Face" grabbed Anton Saron by the collar, "Do you want to run?" he said sharply, "It seems that this is impossible!" Anton Salonn subconsciously looked behind Anton Saron Face, and several boys of the same age as him walked out of the small forest at the end of the meadow.

"Give me the bread!" cried freckled face.

"Would you eat what you had trampled under your feet?" asked Anton Sharon rhetorically.

"That's not going to give you that kind of guy either!" Freckled Face said as he kicked Anton Saron in the ass. The force of the force almost made Anton Salon's break free, and the freckled face clutched at the fat dirty hand on his collar.

"Soup!" shouted Anton Sharon to the dog house not far away, and at such times he could only think of soup.

After more than ten years of getting along, people and dogs have such a tacit understanding, and the moment he heard Anton Sharon ask for help, Tang rushed out of the dog house and barked twice. Although a skinny young sheepdog is basically no threat to humans, these two threatening barks do startle Freckled faces.

"Don't come, Soup, you'll freak out him. Anton Salonn threw the bread in his hand to the soup: "This is your breakfast, take it!"

Tang licked the bread on the floor, and then whined twice at Anton Saron, as if some transparent liquid was trembling slightly in his eyes. "Let's go back——" Before Anton Saron could finish his sentence, a powerful force knocked him to the ground from behind, and after the momentary surprise and fear, the smell of blood was felt by his tongue, and the brain that had regained its composure told him that he was not lightly injured.

"How's that?" freckled face, stomping on Anton Salon's back, in a victorious stance. He didn't know that even if he didn't, Anton Sharon wouldn't be able to stand up.

"This guy who often messes with us while playing, I've wanted to teach him a lesson for a long time!" spoke a skinny, tall guy.

"Yo!" a boy with two black front teeth kicked Anton Salonn twice, "Don't play dead!"

Anton Saron ignored the ridicule of several people, he felt a constant warm liquid coming out of his mouth, and when the liquid flowed through his lips, it was a numb feeling. There is also a sharp pain in many parts of the body, not in the epidermis, but somewhere under the skin. In this case, he needs to get out of trouble and deal with his injuries immediately, however, he can still keep a cool head, but he can't think of anything at all.

A fresh breeze swept through the meadow, and the green grass danced their bodies as if to welcome them, trying to feel as much as possible the pleasure of the breeze, but the breeze sped past them as if it had a purpose. Anton Sharon raised his head slightly, although he didn't know why he did it, but the fresh breeze sent him, the freshness of the grass and the aroma of the earth quickly gave him the answer, this magical feeling made him feel no pain for a while, and his lips regained some sensation slightly.

"It's not right for so many people to bully one person!" The sound was not so much made by human vocal cords as by some kind of string that no mortal could create. Anton Salons felt that this sentence was not heard by his ears, but turned into a warm current that went straight to the bottom of his heart.

"Angela. Freckled Face whispered, as if the name was awe-inspiring, and the boys beside him took a few steps back.

Anton Saron raised his head with difficulty, trying to see who the speaker was, but no matter how hard he tried, all he could see was a pair of white animal skin boots and a lace skirt made of some kind of precious silk. However, judging from many factors, this girl is the same age as him.

"He- he often makes trouble while we play, so ......" Freckled Face seemed to be talking to his elders, and his tone was full of respect and obedience.

"You're a victor now, aren't you?" said Anrela, the voice caressing the surface of a calm lake, but without a ripple of the wind.

"Oh, yes—yes. Freckled Face lifted his foot on Anton Salon's back. Anton Salons immediately felt that the feeling of depression that seemed to strangle him was gone.

Judging by the footsteps, Freckled Face and his companions had run away, but Anton Saron still had difficulty getting up, even moving his body slightly, and the pain in various parts of his body was constantly weakening his strength and breaking his will...... Even though he had always felt that a soft girl's voice was coming from his ears to his brain, the brain seemed to have lost its ability to analyze it, so that he could not understand the language.

"I-" Anton-Salon's eyes were blurred, and the last of his strength vanished as the word was uttered, and the endless darkness quickly engulfed him and erased his consciousness......

Two

The concepts of time and space seem to cease to exist, and many mixed images and unreal feelings are presented in the mind in a form that completely violates the laws of nature. Anton Sharon felt as if there was an expanding object in his head, competing with the tolerance of his skull......

"You can hear me, can you?" This sweet and soft voice seemed to contain some kind of inexplicable power, shattering the mixed vision in Anton Saron's mind.

Anton Saron felt a faint red light and a short, crisp sound, and he tried to open his eyes to see what it was, but it was hard.

"Can you see me?" the sweet, soft voice sounded again. To Anton's surprise, the melodious voice was more effective than any of his own efforts - he did open his eyes.

The person in front of her, in fact, has gone beyond the concept of a person. Although Anton Saron had not seen many girls, he dared to conclude that the one in front of him must be the most beautiful. With the faint red light of the fireplace behind him, Anton Salons was able to temporarily admire the masterpiece of the Creator.

The girl wore a white dress and a pair of white animal skin boots, and her clothes and boots seemed to glow against the red fire of the fireplace, like the seemingly faint light of the angels in mythology, but they could dispel all darkness. The left half of the silky, jet-black hair was scattered in front of the shoulder, the right half was draped behind the back, and a slender hand kept stroking the hair on the shoulder. The girl's facial features are all in the most appropriate proportions, sizes, and positions on the pink face of the melon seeds, especially the large black eyes, which are difficult for even the most skilled painter to reproduce on paper.

"You—" The girl's cheeks flushed, and it was clear that she was a little shy to see by Anton Saron.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Anton Salon, tilting his head to the side, knew he had just done something very rude.

The girl chuckled twice, revealing a pair of cute little dimples, breaking the previous embarrassment, "My name is Angela, and I am the daughter of the blacksmith Berlito. Anrela said, holding out a hand.

Although it was the first time they met, Anton Saron had heard diners in Uncle York's tavern mention that it was a friendly greeting of Demacians called a handshake. Anton Saron stretched out his left hand, which hung over Anrela's hand. Angela immediately took his hand and shook it lightly. Although the room was warm, Anton Sharon could clearly feel the warmth conveyed by this hand, and he secretly raised his head and quickly scanned Anrela's face with his eyes, Anrela's eyes were squinting and smiling at him, this expression added a bit of affinity and cuteness to her otherworldly beauty.

Somehow, an unprecedented sensation made Anton Salon's heart beat faster for a few seconds, and he knew that this scene would be deeper than his memory.

"Do you feel better, kid?" a magnetic middle-aged male voice sounded without warning in the corner of the room.

Anton Salonn turned his head to the source of the sound, and a tall black shadow was moving towards him, he felt a little frightened at first, because the shadow was really high and scary, but as the red light in the fireplace gradually cleared the dark shadow, he saw a handsome man with a beard. The middle-aged man walked up to Anton Saron and squatted down, looking him in the eyes, "I'm Aurella's father, Berito, if my daughter is right, you are York's nephew, your name is Anton Salon, right?" ”

For some reason, Anton Sharon was speechless under the gaze of these eyes, and there was a transparent liquid in those dark eyes that was beating slightly, like the frightening and mesmerizing ocean in the dark night.

"Daddy, how many times have I told you!, press a door in the living room," said Anrela, a little angrily, "You're scaring people!"

"Oh, I'm sorry! I probably didn't make a sound when I came in. Berlito scratched the back of his head like a child doing something wrong, and smirked.

Anton Salonn couldn't help but laugh when he saw Berito's expression, "It's okay, Mr. Berito!". After he finished saying this, he realized that he had been lying on the ground all along, which was obviously very impolite.

"Don't get up, kid" Belito saw that Anton Salonn was about to get up, and hurriedly said, "You have two broken ribs. He used his right hand to support Anton Salon's left shoulder so that the other person would not feel pain in the process of lying down again.

"Who hurt him so badly?" Berlito asked, turning his head to Angela.

"It's Bangard, they always bully other kids. Anrela replied.

"That-" Anton Saron interrupted what the father and daughter were about to say, and he suddenly felt a little embarrassed when he saw both of them turn their heads to him, "I-I mean, why is that guy so afraid of you?"

Angela squinted her eyes and smiled, "Because of my dad." When she saw Anton Salon's puzzled expression, she explained, "He is a well-known iron smith, and many of the weapons in the Land of Justice* were made by him!".

Anton Saron looked at Anrela's proud but cute expression, and felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart.

"I'm sorry, Anton, we made you lie on this blanket to deal with your injuries, but I have placed a lot of iron pipes under the floor of this room, which can conduct the heat from the fireplace to the ground. Berrito said.

"I- I feel warm. Anton Salon, who was being called by a nickname for the first time, was a little flattering, but he was telling the truth, to be precise, the room was a little hot.

"Bangard said you often make trouble while they're playing, is that true?" Anrela asked Anton Saron.

Anton Salon's head tilted to the side, not knowing how to answer, even though what Anton had relayed was true. "How do you know my name?" he changed the subject.

"There are two celebrities in Doha Village, one of whom is York, who is known for abusing children and fighting over family property. Berlito replied as he lit a cigarette from the fire in the fireplace. Angela glared at her father and elbowed him.

"Oh, excuse me - don't get me wrong, Anton, I don't mean anything malicious. We are all very opposed to your uncle mistreating you like this, and your uncle has a bad reputation here for fighting over his father's inheritance, which is his tavern. This could be the reason why your peers are alienating you. After saying that, Berlito took a puff of his cigarette and exhaled it slowly, then turned to the fireplace, "Oh, my darling, I told you many times, don't put dry wood in the fireplace, do you like to hear this soft crackling sound?" The second half of the sentence was clearly addressed to Anrela, but Anrela ignored him.

Naturally, Anton Salonn knew much more about Uncle York than about Berlito. After all, he grew up watching how Uncle York forced his parents to death and snatched the tavern from his own brother. In fact, the war between York's uncle and brother has been going on for as long as Anton Saron can remember, and as for what Berlito called York's abuse of himself, it was already a matter of conversation among the villagers of Doha. However, it was the first time he had heard such a statement: his disregard for his peers was related to family and experience.

"You just said that the guys don't play with me because of ——?" Anton Saron was anxious to confirm this statement.

"Well, it has something to do with your uncle York" Berlito took a puff of his cigarette and slowly exhaled it, the white smoke drifting towards the fireplace, only to be torn apart by the red light of the fireplace until it was completely gone. "A lot of adults just tell their kids not to play with you," Berlito continued, "that you've been beaten stupid by York." ”

Anton Salon's eyes were full of tears, and he gradually couldn't see everything in front of him clearly, he felt as if he had fallen into a five-flavor bottle in an instant, and all kinds of emotions hit his face, making him unable to parry.

Anrela stood up, squatted down next to Anton Salon's left shoulder, picked up Anton Salon's right hand with her left hand, and held it tightly, "At least, there is a father and daughter in Doha Village who don't think so!"

Anton Saron looked at Anrela, and the other party's expression did not allow him to question anything, to be precise, this expression could make the person who was already dead instantly gain the courage to cheer up. In his opinion, Anrela's big dark eyes were not just blinking, but conveying a language of infinite warmth and strength to him in a way that could only be heard by the heart.

"Thanks—thank you!" Anton Saron cried. The more people are comforted or moved by their souls, the more likely they are to present the grievances and injustices they have suffered in the form of tears.

"Don't cry, Anton" Anrela comforted Anton Saron while wiping away his tears with a piece of soft wool, "Your lips are still swollen, you can't cry!"

Anrela's reminder reminded Anton Saron of what had happened a few hours ago, when his lips were in direct contact with the ground during the fall, and now he should have been able to speak, but he had said so many words that he had even forgotten about his injuries. "How did you do that?" asked Anton Sharon in surprise.

"It's this!" Anrela grabbed a brown glass bottle from the table next to her and shook it twice at Anton Saron.

"What kind of medicine is this?

"It's very effective against wounds, no matter how severe, it heals within a week," Bellito explains, "but what's even more surprising is that the potion was made by Angela herself." ”

"You're a genius!" Anton Sharon paused, wondering what to call Angela, "Sister Angela. In his opinion, this is the best term.

Angela covered her mouth and chuckled twice, and the cute little dimples reappeared on her face, "Why do you call me sister, I don't know how old you are." ”

"Thirteen years old!" Anton Sharon replied with a blank brain that just stared at Angela with wide eyes, and the smile was so beautiful.

"Then I am indeed your sister," Anrela said with a smile, "I am fifteen years old!"

"So—may I call you that?" asked Anton Saron in an expectant tone.

"Of course!" Anrila glanced at her father as she said this, and the eyes of father and daughter quickly met. "I just don't have a brother!" Annella continued.

For Anton Salon, who has no parents since he was a child and has been abused by his uncle and aunt, the concept of relatives is vague, but deep in his heart he desperately longs for the love of his relatives.

"It's not too early, Anrela, we should let Anton rest," Berlito threw the cigarette butt into the fireplace, "We're going to take him to the church hospital tomorrow morning to get his broken bones treated." ”

"N-no!" Anton Salonn began, and Anrela, who had just stood up, looked at him in surprise. "I must go back!" Anton Salon, continued, "or Uncle York and Aunt Jane will kill me!"

"Don't worry, kid, I'll explain it to York and Jani!" Berrito's tone was a little stiff, probably surprised and angry by Anton Salon's words just now.

"They're going to beat me! they're going to beat me when you're gone!" Anton Saron's words were filled with genuine fear, and he almost cried when he said this.

"These two damn brutes!, what did they do to this kid!" Berlito muttered, turning his face to the side.

"But you can't walk, Anton, and it's so cold outside now that you're going to freeze!" Anrila's words were full of sympathy and concern.

"No, I have to—" Anton Saron turned around and tried to get up with his left elbow as a fulcrum, but the sharp pain in his right rib cage was like a super-powered pumping machine, draining his whole body of strength in an instant. Just as he gritted his teeth and tried a second attempt, two large hands wrapped around his shoulders, and the pain quickly subsided, and at the same time, he met Beritto's dark, slightly sunken eyes again.

"Trust me, child, I promise you that this time your uncle and aunt will not hit you. Berito's words and eyes conveyed firmness and unquestionability to Anton Salon.

Anton Salon, deliberately avoiding Berlito's gaze, his mind quickly making various analyses and judgments in an effort to arrive at a decision that would keep him safe. For a thirteen-year-old, this highly rational and alert mind is often superfluous, but life forces him to make such an "evolution".

"There are not all bad people in this world, Anton, if you refuse the love of others because you have suffered misfortune, there will be no more sunshine in your life. My mom used to say that to me a lot. Annella saw Anton Salon's worries before her father.

Before Anton Saron heard this, the word sunshine had only a literal meaning. Of course, it was the first time he had heard such profound words when he was so old, and although he couldn't fully understand the meaning of this sentence, it could really help him make a correct judgment.

"Okay, I'll stay. Anton Saron said softly, though he was still a little worried.

[Author's Note]

A Place of Justice:

Established by the League of Legends throughout Valoran, this battlefield is controlled by magic, and the opposing city-states and forces each send or hire five summoners, summoners can summon heroes to fight in the land of justice, and the losing side will accept the conditions of the winner.