Section 3: Happiness

"Those lost youthful years, with the filter of time, leave only the purest and most beautiful memories. Looking back and looking at the present day, things are already like people, and the predecessors are gone. It turns out that what we have lost is not only the beauty, but also the warmth, persistence and attachment to someone in our hearts......

One

The solemn darkness seemed to freeze time and space in the dead woods, there was not a trace of wind in the air, but a crisp cracking sound could be faintly heard, this sound might not attract the attention of any living beings in normal times, but at the moment it seemed to ring in the ears, constantly accelerating the heartbeat of the forest dwellers.

The night has long since turned all living things into blindness, and in fact, the eyes have become a burden at this moment, because they only add to your fear. Suddenly, a faint blue light pierced the boundless darkness and illuminated half of the woods, and the wounded night fled in all directions under the threat of this pure light. As the woodders regained their sight, they discovered that the light came from the staff of a young woman with a baby in her arms and running wildly forward as if a pack of man-eating beasts were chasing her.

The young woman finally arrived at her destination, a large clearing in the middle of the woods, where there was a white house. Although the light emanating from the woman's staff was faint and unstable, it did not hide the beauty and delicacy of the house, and the darkness seemed to deliberately avoid it.

Without warning, that beautiful and delicate house was engulfed in scorching flames...... The carved lace railings outside the house, and the ornate red staircase at the door, curled and cracked under the scorching flames, and finally reduced to ashes as black as night......

"——!No," the young woman cried out and fell to her knees, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, and the baby in her swaddling clothes began to cry.

Several tall figures in black cloaks instantly appeared around the young woman. "Hold your hands tied, or you and your children will die!" spoke a middle-aged man with a hoarse voice, who had already taken out a silver staff and was ready to cast a spell.

"Please, spare my child!" pleaded the young woman as she gently patted the baby in her arms, "Baby, they won't hurt you, don't be afraid to have your mother! Oh – my poor darling. The young woman comforted her child, and cried even more when she said "poor darling," but her child soon stopped crying under her coaxing.

"I'm sorry, the order from above is to cut the grass and eradicate the roots!" The voice was a little younger than the one just now, and the tone was a little softer.

Several of the men in black cloaks took out their staffs, their staffs were of uniform length, and they were all silver. The young woman looked at them, trying to see everyone's face through the light emitted by her staff. Unfortunately, all she could see was the black masks. "Are you from the Covenant Society, why are you doing this?" asked the young woman.

"You don't have a chance to know!" replied the middle-aged man who was the first to speak. As soon as the words fell, several men in black cast spells together, and crimson light shot out from those silver staffs at the same time, forming an enchantment with a radius of nearly twenty feet on the ground, and the young woman was in the middle of the enchantment.

"Arcane Enchantment: Feast of Darkness!"

As several black-clothed men continued to transmit magical power, three three-way tablets rose from the three spells in the spell, and the vertical lines of the three-way tablets pointed to the north, southwest, and southeast directions respectively. The three-way stele constantly radiates magical energy to the circumference, and uses them as apex to gradually form a triangular vacuum field. Just as this vacuum was about to form, the young woman in the middle of the barrier stood up.

"Mom will never let anyone hurt you!" said the young woman, raising the white staff in her hand, and the ball of light on the staff began to spin rapidly, increasing in brightness. It didn't take long for the blinding light to make several men in black lose their vision.

"Hurry, complete the barrier as fast as you can!"

"Secret Method: Storm Guardian!"

A powerful stream of magic poured out around the young woman, shattering the three three-way monuments and sending the men in black flying as well......

"We are saved, baby!" the young woman sat down on the floor panting, and kissed her child lightly.

"What a bunch of rubbish!"

The voice instantly wiped out the young woman's joy. "Y-who are you?" she looked at the man in black who had come out of the depths of the forest.

"A man who is dying, he doesn't need to know this!" the man in black gradually approached.

The young woman looked at the man in black, and when she saw the golden dragon ornament on the collar of the guy, she involuntarily covered her mouth with her left hand. She knew that this person was different from the people in black just now, and this difference was not only reflected in status, but also in strength.

"Why, the fear of death, but I will not have mercy!" said the man in black, whose words were full of disdain, as if it were not a woman sitting on the ground before him, but an ant.

"Secret Spell: Spell Blockade"

The man in black raised a hand in a throwing motion, and as he made a movement, a white blade appeared in his hand out of thin air. The blade spun and flew towards the young woman and her child, and the young woman tried to flick the flying blade away with her staff, but her hand seemed to be out of her brain's control, and she couldn't lift it......

In the darkness of the night, the cry of a baby sounded again, and the cry passed through the dark woods and spread farther away, like a mournful piece of music that added a bit of misery to the otherwise solemn and desolate night...... The baby's swaddling clothes were already stained red with the blood that was constantly pouring from his mother's chest, and the man in black made his connection spell more deadly, allowing himself to use his magic to conjure up a sharp blade that pierced the young woman's body and disappeared. This way, her blood gushes out of the 3-inch-long wound without hindrance......

"Baby-don't cry--mommy's here, mommy-will-protect—you. The young woman struggled to say this, the cold and pain causing her body to spasm, but she still held her child with perseverance.

"I hate people like you the most!" said the man in black, flashing his staff, a sharp blue light shooting out of his staff with a terrifying loud bang.

"Secret Method: Blade Kill!"

The blue light split in mid-air, transforming into a dozen magical blades. Immediately after, the blades flew together at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, towards the seriously injured young woman and the baby in her arms. Meanwhile, the young woman used the last of her strength to pick up her staff in a dying resistance.

"Secret Method: Guardian Shield!"

A powerful magical shield envelops her child and lifts her child out of range of the Men in Black's spells. As for herself, she was directly hit by the spell of the man in black......

The land around the young woman was already red with her blood, and she raised a hand with difficulty to touch the baby's face again, but the rapidly withering life force did not allow her to do so, and the hand that was raised in the air suddenly hung limp......

Two

Anton Saron woke up from his sleep, he was covered in cold sweat and trembled involuntarily.

"Anton ——!" shouted outside the kennel. Anton Sharon could tell from the sound that it was Anrela, and Tang Chong barked twice outside and helped him open the door to the kennel. Anton Sharon quickly put on his coat and crawled out of the kennel.

"Hey, Sister Anrela!" Anton Sharon politely beckoned to Anrela.

"You-" Anrela looked at Anton Salon, "just had a nightmare?"

"How does Sister Anrela know?" asked Anton Saron in surprise.

"Of course, because you're my brother!" Anrela smiled mischievously at Anton Salon.

Anton Sharon bowed his head shyly, and there was an indescribable warmth in his heart.

"How's the injury?" asked Anrela, concerned.

"All right! The monks and nuns at the church hospital are good people, and they take good care of me!" replied Anton Salon.

"Let me see!" Anreela looked carefully at Anton Saron's lips and touched his right rib, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt!" Anton Salonon smiled stupidly.

"Why are you sweating?" said Anrela, "Look at you! What did you dream about last night?"

"I don't know what's going on, I can actually remember the scene in my dream!" Anton Saron pinned his hand behind his head and pulled his hair, "I don't usually remember any dreams, but this time-"

"Tell me about your dreams!" Angela seemed impatient.

"I dreamed of a group of people in black cloaks, who seemed to be chasing a woman and the baby in her arms, and then they were brutalized-"

"Alright! stop!" shouted Anrela, her eyes wide open and her face as expressionless as wood.

The first time Anton Saron saw Anrela like this, he felt as if he had just said something wrong. "Sister Anrela, are you angry?" he asked tentatively.

"Ah?——" Anrela, apparently distracted, "no—no. As soon as the words fell, she showed the expression she had just shown again.

"Y-what's wrong with you?" Anton Sharon was a little nervous, worried that Anrela would ignore him again, just like those little friends.

"Anton—" Anrela looked at the stone-paved path ahead and took Anton Salon's hand, "Let's go to your uncle's tavern." ”

"Good!" Anton Saron breathed a sigh of relief, apparently overthinking.

The kennel is not far from Uncle York's tavern, only a ten minute walk. Anton Saron and Anrela walked along the only stone road in Doha Village where horse-drawn carriages could be walked, towards the tavern. The road was built at Berito's expense as a young man, and it was thanks to this road that merchants emerged in Doha and were able to trade with other villages and even larger city-states. As a result, Berlito became the most respected person in Doha Village, and the elders instilled this idea in their children when they were born.

"Here we are. Anton Salon, pointing to the houses in front of him that were built on the grass.

"Are those houses your uncle's?" asked Anrela.

"yes, those put together are his tavern. Anton Salons replied.

"Then why did they let you live in the kennel?" said Anrela, frowning and indignant.

Anton Sharon scratched the back of his head and smirked twice, "The kennel was part of their former residence, and Uncle York and Aunt Jane only spent the night in the tavern room when they were busy with business. ”

"I feel like you've been picked up by them," Anrela pouted angrily, "You go to live at your sister's house in the future, and I'll tell your uncle and aunt in a while!"

"No! they're going to kill me!" Anton Saron looked at Anrela in horror.

"No, it won't!"

"Definitely!"

"Definitely not!"

"Really, I didn't lie to you, I will!"

"I didn't lie to you, I won't!"

"Wait a minute!" Anrella interrupted Anton Saron's next remark, "Look! Card Master Trist!"

Anton Sharon looked at Anrela's finger and saw the man:

The seven-foot body is golden, with a straight nose and thin lips and a hidden top hat. The dragon skin cloak is tungsten copper, and the purple jade of Debang is worn as the waist.

"He's?" asked Anton Salon.

"The famous hero of League of Legends, known as the 'Card Master', is named Trist!" Anrela explained.

"I often hear diners in the tavern mention 'League of Legends,' but I don't know what it is. Anton Salonn said.

"I'll explain it to you later, but now, we're going to ask for a card with his signature. Anrela said, taking Anton Sarron's hand and running towards Trist.

Trist apparently knew that someone was running towards him, and he quickly looked up, waving politely at Anrila and Anton Salon. Judging from Anton Salon's analysis, Trist should know Anrela.

"Hey, Hello, Princess Angela!" Trist's voice was crisp and hearty, making it very pleasant to listen to.

Trist's words confirmed Anton Salon's suspicions, but more importantly, it was the first time he knew that a man's voice could be so beautiful when he was so old.

"Hey, Master Trist!" Anrella bowed, showing respect for Trist.

"Is your father okay?" asked Trist. From this question, Anton Salon's analysis shows that Trist and Anrela's father should be very familiar.

"Yes, he's fine. Thank you for your concern. Angela spoke to Trist in a tone that was not her usual one, and she tried to make her voice as solemn as possible, with a sense of adoration for Trist. Anton Sharon had to admire her social skills.

"Oh, I'm here to visit an old friend," Trist said, apparently having guessed what Anrela was going to ask next. "Who's this little friend?" Trist pointed to Anton Salon.

"His name is Anton Ssalon, and he's my brother!" replied Anrela.

Anton Sharon lowered his head shyly, he didn't expect that in front of outsiders, he could still get the identity of "younger brother", and he was deeply grateful to Anrela from the bottom of his heart.

"Anton-Salon......" Trist turned his head to the side, as if trying to remember something.

Anton Salon, taking advantage of the opportunity, took a closer look at Trist. However, even though he was half a body shorter than Trist, he was unable to see the other man's eyes, which were completely hidden in the shadow of the top hat. But judging by Trister's fair cheeks, straight nose and attractive lips, he would be a very handsome man.

"I can't remember!" Trist said, turning his head. Anton Saron hurriedly lowered his head so that Trist wouldn't see what he had just done. "But I did hear the name, a long time ago. Trist continued.

"Well, excuse me—" Angela saw Trist look at Anton Saron with a strange look, "what's the problem?"

"Oh, uh...... No, nothing!" Tristrong burst out laughing, the laughter sounding like music, but it quickly stopped. "Is he a distant relative of yours?" Trist whispered as he approached Anrela.

Trist's surprise was not groundless, the clothes on Anton Ssalon's body were made of discarded rags piece by piece, and although Anton Sharon often washed his clothes, there was still a haunting sour smell. There was only one person in Valoran who could make such a creative outfit, and that was Aunt Jani. What's even more incredible is that Aunt Jani actually lied to Anton Salon, saying that she had bought this dress at a high price, and if it was damaged or soiled, it would cost him his life.

"Ahh ”

Trist looked at Anrela's flushed face and laughed, "It's okay! I'm just asking, if nothing else, I'll go first, I'll visit your father when I have time." ”

"Wait a minute, Master Trist!" Angela called out to Trist as he was leaving.

"Anything else?" asked Trist.

"Can you give us a gold medal with your signature?" Angela winked at Trist, and although it was a more obvious gesture of suggestion, it appeared on her face to look very decent, even a little cute.

"I remember sending your father a lot. Trist put his hand in his pocket, looking a little helpless.

"But my brother hasn't yet!" said Anrela, pointing at Anton Saron.

"Okay," Trist said, pulling out a stack of tarot cards from his pocket, so that the back of the tarot cards was directed at them.

"Hmm...... Why aren't there any gold medals?" asked Anrela, taking a closer look at the back of each card.

"Huh?" Trist turned the cards around and looked at them one by one: "It's really not, maybe it was all just gone, I often can't find it when I need it, even in the battle in the Land of Justice!"

Trist pulled out a few cards from his other pocket and placed them in the stack. "Red card, blue card, choose one!" he slowly flipped through the tarot cards in his hand: "Wait a minute, this black card-" He did turn over a black card on the back of the pile.

Anrela and Anton Sharon looked at the black card that surprised Trist, it was different from the other cards because there was no pattern or magic spell on the back.

"Damn!" Trist left the black card on the ground like garbage, "It's a Hextech billboard! Those guys always put this in the tarot card!" He took out two cards, one red and one blue, and handed them to Anton Saron, "How about these two cards for you?"

"Thank you, thank you!" Anton Saron took the tarot cards with both hands and bowed to Trist.

Trist raised his left hand to support politeness, lifted the brim of his hat slightly upward, revealing his amber left eye, and stared at the tarot card in Anton Ssalon's hand for three seconds, this strange behavior was captured by Anrela.

"Don't use these two cards as weapons to throw at anyone else!" Trist added as he turned to leave, "They have enough power to kill a man!"

[Author's Note]

Compact Society

One of the two major organizations of the League of Legends Inquisitor, the organization is composed of elite summoners, responsible for handling League of Legends confidential affairs and maintaining the security of League of Legends. More on that later.

Hextech

The synonym of "magic technology" originated in Zu'an, and will be described in more detail later.

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Anton Saron and Angela said goodbye to Trist and walked into the tavern. There were a lot of guests in the tavern today, but it was still quiet, and each guest adjusted the volume of his speech so that only those around him could hear it. Angela looked around twice and found no vacancy.

"Looks like there's no place left, Sister Anrela!" said Anton Salon.

——

"Sit down with me, little ones!"

Anton Saron and Anrila turned their heads to the speaker at the same time, and it was a middle-aged man sitting by the window not far from them, this guy was dressed in a crumpled gray robe, his face was full of pickled stubble, his eyebrows were thick, but his eyes were as big as peas, and if you didn't look closely, you couldn't find out where his eyes were.

"Come, come!" the middle-aged man waved at them, motioning for them to come over, and smiled disgustingly.

Anton Sharon saw Anrela's vomiting, and he faked to vomit. Angela immediately slapped him on the shoulder, and indeed, he vomited too loudly, and the guests next to him looked at him angrily. Anrila took Anton Sharon by the hand and walked over to the seat across from the middle-aged man and sat down.

"Hello!" the middle-aged man bared out his two front teeth and stretched out a dirty hand, "My name is Salamod!"

This was the second time Anton Saron had seen the Demacian show a friendly greeting ceremony, and unlike the first time, it was difficult for him to accept it.

"Salamod?" Anrella laughed, and Anton Salonn looked at her in surprise. "What does Ionian mean by 'stupid'?" Anrila didn't seem to laugh enough.

"Shhhh

Angela got angry when she heard the word "madam", "It's so inappropriate to call a child like that!" she pouted and snorted.

"There aren't many adults who look better than you!" Salamod smirked again, "It's rare to see someone who understands Ionian so far away*!"

"My mother is an Ionian. Angela explained, her tone regaining its usual softness, and she didn't tell that she had just been a little stingy. Anton Saron knew that Anrela didn't have the function of being angry at all, and being angry was just a pretense for her, and her upbringing and knowledge gave this sister a transcendent bearing.

"What do you want to eat? I'm in for a treat!" said Salamod smiled and pointed his thumb to his chest as if he were rich. Anton Saron suspected that the uncle would only laugh and not show any other expression.

"Ask my brother what he eats, and I'll eat it. Angela patted Anton Salon's shoulder gently.

Anton Saron looked at Anrela in surprise, his eyes suddenly moistened, this seemingly ordinary sentence made him extremely moved, he felt that the god of fate seemed to have recently confessed to him, so that he who had not been treated well since he was a child had a fairy sister, and this sister was so kind, gentle, educated, and caring.

"Oh!" Salamod shouted as he pointed at Anton Sharon, and the guests around him looked at them with disdain. "Oh, I'm sorry" Salamud quickly lowered his voice, almost making his words a whisper: "You're XXXXXX?"

"I'm sorry, we can't hear what you're talking about?" said Anrela, and that was indeed the case, even though the siblings had already gathered in front of Salamod. However, Anton Saron cares more about Anrela's words, especially the use of the word "we", which indirectly shows that Anrela really treats herself as her own brother.

"Aren't you York's nephew Anton Salon!?" Salamod seemed to mean it, and he said this at a volume that could be used to sing bel canto. The siblings covered their ears and ducked to the side, and the other guests of the tavern turned their attention to Salamod and them, and the guests who were a little farther away simply stood up.

"I'm sorry, friends," said Salamud with a grin, standing up, "you know, I was born with a good voice, and don't envy me, thanks to my parents, who gave me the lineage of singers!"

"Ahh Anrela could see that the "that" in Salamud's mouth was referring to the roast on the man's table, while Anton Salonia saw that the man was the only one in the tavern who didn't pay attention to Salammod, and in fact, he had his back to them all the time.

"York, bring me eight pounds of roast!" Salamod shouted, not caring for the feelings of others. Both Anrela and Anton Sharon blushed as if they were doing something very wrong.

It didn't take long for York to bring a hot coal pan and a barbecue grill, but when he saw Anton Salon, who was about to get under the table, he was about to explode! "Why are you here?!" York tried to suppress his anger, but his fleshy black face betrayed him.

Salamod couldn't laugh anymore, and he looked at York in surprise, and then at Anton Saron, who was trembling in fear. "Look at you, your face is even more terrifying than that of Co Gas*, I have been here with you for a long time, and I thank you for inviting your nephew to dinner today. ”

"You, please him?" York's anger apparently burned his brain, completely ignoring his own tone, but fortunately the experience that life had given him worked in this moment. "Oh, I'm sorry" York's tone softened slightly, he knew he had just used the wrong tone for the guest, "I was a little too angry just now, so-"

"No need to explain, York," Salamod said. Anrila found that this uncle was quite respectable when he became serious. "You shouldn't do this to your nephew, especially in front of Anrela!"

It was only then that York realized that sitting next to his nephew was Berlito's daughter, Angela. He hurriedly bowed to Anrela, "I'm sorry, I didn't have time to say hello to you just now. "He was as respectful as he could.

Perhaps this is a polite phrase in nature, but when it comes out of York's mouth, it feels like putting a crown on a beggar's head, which makes people feel weird.

"I've already recognized your nephew as my brother," Annella grabbed Anton Salon's arm and tried to make him sit up straight, "Please don't bully him again!"

"How so?" York smiled hypocritically, the most disgusting smile a human can make, "We've always been very nice to him, don't believe you ask him!"

Anton Salons looked at his uncle in horror, for him. Uncle York's face is the scariest thing in the world.

"Dead boy!" York, seeing that Anton Saron ignored him (it was just his personal opinion), scolded sharply, "You have donkey hair in your ears, or have you been kicked in the head by a donkey!

"How did you get him to say yes?" asked Angela rhetorically, some kind of clear liquid faintly visible in her large dark eyes. "Please adjust your tone next time before talking to your nephew, he is also a person!"

The regulars of York's Tavern were accustomed to such scenes, and they had seen them much worse than this.

"This little girl speaks like an adult." Said the diner at the next table.

"Ah, yes, she's a celebrity in Doha, she's a medical genius, and her father is a respectable man. Another diner accosted.

"It's all good for parents!" said an older diner meaningfully. The guests at the next table nodded in agreement.

York was a little embarrassed, he was so faceless for the first time, a man in his thirties was actually educated by a fifteen-year-old girl, and those diners, who usually scolded Anton Salons in the tavern, they just watched from the sidelines, and did not make any remarks, and this time they actually commented on themselves. "It's because of this dead girl, if it weren't for her, those guys wouldn't have said anything," York thought, his face not showing, but his clenched fists already clicked.

"Come, York, take this!" said Salamud, pressing a cup-sized gold coin on the table, he no longer wanted to see York's ugly old face.

York picked up the gold coin in both hands, raised it to the position of his eyes, and looked at it carefully, his eyes suddenly widened, "War-War College gold coins!" His words were full of joy and surprise. There was a burst of laughter in a corner of the tavern, and it seemed that the people had taken it all for granted.

"Is that enough?" Salamod asked, visibly impatient.

"Enough!enough!enough—enough! Two more could buy my whole tavern!" York nodded vigorously with each word "enough," like a pug being molested by his master.

"But I'm not going to give you two more!" said Salamud, speaking to his pet dog.

The tavern suddenly boiled over, and everyone laughed heartily at York's expression and movements. "York, you should go to acting!" Anton Saron heard in the midst of chaotic laughter.

York didn't think it was a shame, he didn't care about the ridicule and ridicule of the guests, and he wanted to run to the back kitchen on all fours, and show the gold coin to Jane, with an ugly smile on his face......

[Pause]

Three

"I'm back!" shouted Anton Sharon as he slipped into the kennel. The moon has risen to the position of the midday sun, and at this time, the temperature in Doha drops below freezing, and the wind is much stronger than during the day.

Tang whined twice and rubbed his head against Anton Salon's arm. "I know, I know, it's me who is not good and has left a man at home again!" Anton Saron lit the oil lamp in the kennel.

"But," said Anton Sallon, touching the soup's head, "I've brought you something good!" As soon as he finished speaking, he placed a cloth bag on the ground.

Tang stuck his head into the sack and whined twice.

"How is it?" Anton Saron looked at Tang's cute appearance and curled the corners of his mouth, "Today my sister and I met an uncle named Salamod, who invited us to a barbecue, and I insisted on bringing you one. The uncle was such a nice guy and very funny, and we hated him at first, but then he became our friend. ”

Seeing that the soup was so delicious, Anton Saron smiled knowingly, it was a rare and heartfelt smile. He felt that he had recently been surrounded by a feeling called happiness, Tang, Anrela, and Salamod, whose appearance had made his otherwise ordinary and even miserable life warm, happy, and happy, just like this kennel that had lived for ten years at the moment, and an oil lamp was enough to make it the warmest place in the world. He decided, decided to enjoy every day, to smile at all times like Uncle Salamod, to care for everyone around him like Sister Anrela, to bring warmth to himself and to others.

Even if, even if he is immediately told by fate, there will be a series of tragic events that will follow and make happiness die from his life forever......

【Ending Poem】

"Wipe away the tears of last night and usher in the sun of today

The passenger ship of time is about to set sail again in the morning light,

The blue sky is as vast as the smoke waves

The white clouds are the lovely lambs of the steppe

Your smile has the power of a Creator

At this moment, it has turned into a drop of nampness to nourish my heart

Eradicated the gratuitous sentimentality

Shows the way forward

I swear I'll be like you

Let smiles appear on the faces of those around me

Let love bloom wherever I go......

[Author's Note]

Ionia:

One of the eight city-states of Valoran, it is an island country located in the Far East of Valoran, adjacent to Noxus, and has been invaded by Noxus many times in history. Ionia has a splendid national culture and a long history, and is famous throughout the continent for its exquisite hand-to-hand combat skills and superb iron-smelting technology.

Cogath:

Originally a void creature from the "Void Realm" Acacia, after being subdued by the summoner of the League of Legends, he was imprisoned in the Crystal Prison, and was one of the neutral heroes of the League of Legends, known as "Fear of the Void".