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Section 4: The past is like the wind

"In the world of memories, we are all spectators who cannot leave their names behind. We stand here and look at the fireworks on the other side, whether it is the beauty when it blooms, or the sigh when it suddenly goes out, it does not belong to us. All that can really be left for us are two lines of warm tears......

[Introduction to the characters in this section]

Anton Salon: The protagonist of this book, a descendant of the Invoker family (one of the three summoner families of Valoran in the novel), and a trainee summoner at the War College.

Insominia: The protagonist's roommate and companion, extremely skilled in hand-to-hand combat, a descendant of the Spellbreaker family (one of Valoran's three summoner families in the novel), comes to the War College to investigate the cause of the family's demise.

Asrema: The protagonist's roommate and companion, a member of the Ankaria faction of the Order of Noxus (the ruling party of the Noxian regime in the novel), a trainee summoner at the War College, and Arrowny's boyfriend.

Aroni: The group flower of the summoner group where the protagonist belongs, a descendant of the Brad family (one of Valoran's three summoner families in the novel), a trainee summoner at the War College, Aslema's girlfriend, and a crush on Anton Saron at the same time.

Coria: The protagonist's roommate and companion, a descendant of the Brad family, and an apprentice summoner at the War College.

Bezord: A senior member of the League of Legends Summoner Council, the leader of the War College Summoning Mentor, known as "one of Valoran's most powerful summoners".

Leoi: The original hero of the book, known as the "Stormchild", is the first hero to sign a blood pact with Anton Saron.

Angela: The daughter of the late League of Legends hero Elaine the Sage in White (the original hero of this book), Anton Saron called her sister.

Nasilon Meier: A senior member of the League of Legends' Justice Council, a Covenant Keeper, and the founder and leader of the Covenant Society.

Tegel: One of the founders of the forbidden book "Summoning is a Diary", the League of Legends Gray Summoner, then the tutor of the academy's literature class, has always relied on his special ability to hide his identity, and in the first section of the fourth chapter, he became the protector of Anton Saron.

Drok: A high-level summoner in League of Legends, currently a tutor in the Magic Theory class at the War College.

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One

"Sure enough—isn't it an opponent!?" Leoy looked tired, with multiple shallow injuries on his body, but his opponent Tyrell looked unharmed.

"I've wasted enough time on you, now—it's time for the game to end!" Tyrell said as he conjured into a thick cloud of black smoke that struck Rioi at Rio with a speed that was embarrassing.

The black smoke did not pass through Leoyi's body as expected, but made a rapid circular motion around his body, and every now and then two giant blades glowing yellow reached out of the black smoke, trying to end his life. Reoy could only barely use the halberd in his hand to block those fierce attacks, and he looked like he was going to lose.

"Leoy—" Anton Sharon slowly stood up, looking very weak, as if a gust of wind could blow it down, "let me tell you the direction of Tyrell's attack, I can feel it!"

Leauy didn't understand Anton Salon's words, in fact, he was more worried that Tyrell would suddenly turn around and fly towards where Anton Saron was. For now, though, he had to worry more about himself, as the black smoke was greatly obstructing his vision, and some powerful force was slowing down his reflexes.

"Down-left!" shouted Anton Salon.

According to Anton Salon's words, Leoyi raised his halberd and swung it in the lower left direction, and a loud sound of metal colliding with each other was heard, and he could not let him sigh in surprise, so he heard Anton Salon's reminder again.

"Watch your back!

Leoy quickly turned around and blocked Tyrell's attack from behind with his halberd, "How did you do that?

"Is this the synaesthesia of the Invoker family?" Tyrell whispered, a hint of surprise in his tone.

"Synaesthesia!?is that legendary spell that can sense all the dangers around you?!" said Rioi, trying to break through the black smoke encirclement, but it was apparently in vain.

"It's a pity that your strength is so different from mine, you can't win anything!" Tyrell let out a few horrible laughs, speeding up his movements, making the surrounded Leoi feel dizzy.

"Leoi, I feel an object spinning rapidly around you!" Anton Saron was eager to see what it was, but there were only some blurry lights and shadows in front of him, and Koria was not around, he was no different from a blind man.

"Can you still feel it?" shouted Rioi, unsure if Anton Saron could hear his voice, Tyrrell was spinning so fast that as soon as his voice came out, it was swallowed up by the restless air currents around him.

Anton Salon, who didn't seem to hear Leoyi, took a few steps in Tyrell's direction, trying to calm down and continue his perception. However, he felt nothing but the rapidly rotating object, and the changing air pressure around him because of its presence. It was at this moment that the black smoke that Tyrell had transformed into rushed towards him without warning—

"Get out of there! Anton Salon!" Leoy was close behind Tyrell, but he didn't have the upper hand in speed.

Perhaps it was an instinctive reaction, or it could be due to an aura, and Anton Saron actually used a flash spell the moment Tyrell came into contact with him. You know, this is the first time that he has succeeded since he secretly practiced flashing. With the help of Flash, Anton Saron dodged a possible mortal danger, but it also drained the last of his strength, and his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground.

Leoy was not so lucky, he was relieved when he noticed a giant blade with a glowing yellow light spinning towards him, and he decisively threw a halberd to intercept it in midair. However, Tyrell beside him had already transformed into a human form, and raised the giant blade in his hand to slash at him with a hooded face. Leoy couldn't dodge, and a bloody wound was cut on his chest.

"It's your honor to die under my blade!" Tyrell said to Leoi, who was lying on the ground, raising his left blade aloft to deliver a fatal blow - just as he was halfway through the action, his left hand suddenly froze in mid-air, as if an invisible force was stopping him.

"You can't kill League of Legends heroes, Tyrell!" Bezod's soft, but terrifyingly powerful voice came from a distance, "even though it's not official yet!"

Tyrell turned his head and saw a red-robed Bezord walking towards him, "Bezord! I should have killed you the last time I saw you!"

"Do you regret it?" Bezod chuckled, the wrinkles on his face becoming much more noticeable, "but you've lost your only chance!"

"You know what it takes to anger me!Bezord!" Tyrell's left blade suddenly became unusually large, and the blade in his right hand spun rapidly between his fingers. There was a loud "whoosh", and the giant blade in his right hand struck Bezod at an alarming speed. At that speed, the blade had become a hissing wheel of fire.

Turning slightly to the side, Bezod slowly pulled a five-inch pencil out of his coat pocket and flung it at the giant blade that flew rapidly towards him. The moment the ——! pencil touched the blade, it split in two, and continued to fly in its original trajectory as if it had not encountered any obstacle at all—eventually, it passed through Tyrell's smoky body and nailed to the marble floor three feet away.

"It's such a powerful golden magic to a physical attack!" Tyrell looked surprised, his eyes glowing with red flames, "You're so much stronger than before!"

"Thirty-nine years have passed, and everything in the world is changing!" Bezord whispered.

"But one thing, it won't change!" Tyrell was completely enraged by Bezod's disdainful attitude, "You're going to die——! and he prepared to turn into black smoke again and launch a surprise attack on Bezord. However, he seemed to be restrained by something, and his body could not move at all. He tried to break free, but the power that bound him was long beyond what could be imagined.

"Do you want to turn into black smoke and cast 'Hour of Death'?" Bezord said as he walked over to Tyrell, "Looks like you don't have that chance!"

Tyrrell turned his head slightly, and he finally understood what was holding him back—the pencil nailed to the ground, leaving some kind of charm behind as it passed through his body. "It's so strong!?" he turned to look at Bezod, as if he had never seen each other.

"What happened? I think I heard Mistress Bezord's voice!" Anton Saron sat up with Leoyi's support.

"Mistress Bezord saved us, he's fighting that monster—" Rio replied, "but it looks like the situation is one-sided—that Lord is ridiculously strong! It's completely counterintuitive, he can attach a spell to magic, and the means of attack are physical!"

"It's over, 'Night Shadow' Tyrell, you will play for the League of Legends until you die!" Bezod said and raised a hand, and an eight-foot radius barrier immediately appeared in the space where Tyrell was, and this barrier did not appear at the feet of the opponent, but appeared in mid-air! Under the effect of the barrier, Tyrell screamed and turned into a cloud of black smoke, and then disappeared with the barrier little by little.

"Is it over——? I can't feel Tyrell's presence!" Anton Saron looked at where Bezod stood, and although he couldn't see anything, he could feel that Tyrell's power was missing there.

"Looks like so!" said Rioi, nodding slowly.

"You should be in the hospital!" Bezod waved his hand at Anton Salonn and Leoyi, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared behind them.

"Take Anton Salon, I don't care!" said Rioi, struggling to his feet, to turn and leave.

"Alright, then you can go!" Bezod chuckled as he calmly looked into Leoi's eyes, then turned his gaze to his bloody wounds.

Leoyi looked down at his wound and was shocked, "Actually- I was hurt so badly——!"

"If you don't go to the hospital," Bezod picked up Anton Ssalon, who was sitting on the ground, "maybe he's going to die!"

Two

The spacious hall was empty of nothing but a central platform, on which was a small crystal box, from which some dazzling blue light shone out, making the hall look very bright. It may seem like there is no door here, but it's not surprising, as many of the secret rooms in the Tactics Academy do. Of course, the guy who can enter such a secret room is by no means idle, such as the tall and thin man in the black robe at the moment.

"Black runes—" The man in black whispered as he looked at the blue glowing crystal box on the high platform.

"Forbidden Spells: Spell Desolation!"

The man in black raised his left hand and slapped the ground, and a powerful magical power was quickly transmitted from the ground to every corner of the hall, and some originally invisible magic enchantments suddenly lit up with a dazzling red light, and began to be disintegrated little by little.

"These guys don't know much about it, do they?" the man in black slowly stood up and walked towards the high platform in the center of the hall.

"The barrier here is designed just for you, Nasilon Meier!"

Suddenly, another man's voice rang out in the hall, and the man in black, Nasilon Meier, quickly turned to look at the source of the sound, only to see Bezod, dressed in a red robe, standing twenty feet away from him. "You've always stood in my way when it matters most, Bezod!" Nasilon Meyer took off his hood, revealing a pale face.

"People like you, who walk in the dark, even if they have a strong will, can lose themselves. Bezod said as he approached Nasilon Meier, "When that time comes, I'll kill you immediately!"

"Your biggest flaw is that you are too confident in your own strength!" Nasilon Meir suddenly turned around and opened the crystal box on the high platform, and the dazzling blue light immediately filled the entire hall like a torrent, and the two people in the hall suddenly lost their vision.

"Forbidden Technique: Gravitational Flow!"

"Forbidden Technique: Void Space!"

"You've lost!" Nasilon Meyer said to Bezod beside him, his tone full of disdain, and the blue light around him faded away, and finally disappeared completely.

"Secret Method: Brilliant Light!"

For some reason, Nasilon Meier saw nothing but a blurry white light, and his ears were temporarily deaf from the loud roar, and he leaned down with his head covered, and at this moment, his hands were grabbed by someone.

"Now I'm going to give you that sentence in return," Bezod chuckled, he was already about to crush Nasilon Meir's bones, "your biggest flaw is that you believe in your own strength too much!"

Nasilon Meir glared fiercely at Bezord with his dark blue eyes, "The black rune has been teleported elsewhere by me, this is the void spell I developed specifically to fight your 'gravitational flow'!"

"Coincidentally, I've also developed another spell specifically for your Void Spell!" As soon as Bezod's words fell, his hands lit up with a dazzling silver light, and a powerful spell was being cast!

"Forbidden Spell: Spell Flashback!"

Nasilon Meier's dark blue eyes widened, and his hands were grabbed by Bezod, and he was forced to cast the spell he had just cast, and in the opposite way, as if time was being turned back- "This-this-there is such a spell!" he couldn't help but open his mouth.

"Don't be weird, Narcis!" Bezod grabbed the crystal box that had been teleported back, and pushed Nasilon Meyer to the ground. However, what he didn't expect was that the box actually opened by itself, and two black clouds of smoke came out of the box, making him almost fall off unsuspectingly, and the box in his hand was naturally snatched away by the smoke.

"Long time no see!" The two clouds of black smoke turned into two men in black robes and black masks, and they said in unison.

"Badogus!?" Bezod recognized each other by his voice, despite the black masks they wore with their black masks.

"The black rune is ours, Bezord!" Nasilon Meyer said as he stood up and turned to Bezod's back, looking a little smug.

"Your selfishness is growing, Narcis!" Bezod turned his head slightly, reached into his coat pocket with his left hand and pulled out a pencil.

"Let's go, Badogus!" shouted Nasilon Meir at his companion as he lunged at Bezod, apparently noticing the man's pencil pulling.

Instead of casting a spell on Badogus as he had imagined, Bezod turned around sharply and stabbed the pencil in his hand into Nasilon Meier's abdomen, "I'm not interested in that kind of garbage, even if the black rune is given to him, it will be useless!"

Bagdogos and the man beside him, who was also dressed and built, vanished, leaving only Bezod and Nasilon Meyer in the hall. Nasilon Meyer pulled out the pencil that had been stuck in his belly and fell to his knees, trembling involuntarily and looking in pain.

"Enjoy the spell I left in you, Narcis!" Bezod glanced at Nasilon Meyer with disdain, and then used his magic to conjure up a crystal box identical to the one on the high platform in the center of the hall.

"Bezod—" Nasilon Meyer clutched his stomach and smiled reluctantly, "We're all people who walk in the dark, are you lost?"

Three

"Your brother can be discharged from the hospital, Annella!" Dr. Regiel said to Narella, who was standing beside him.

Anrela nodded, and helped Anton Ssalon, who was lying on the hospital bed, "When will you stop me from worrying about you?" she pretended to be angry, but there was only pity and sadness in her beautiful eyes.

"I'm sorry, sister! I'm always giving you trouble!" Anton Sharon looked a little embarrassed, his head bowed.

"Silly brother, you didn't trouble me!" Anrela helped Anton Saron put on his shoes and helped him out of bed, "I just hope that you won't get hurt again, can you promise me?"

Anton Saron looked at Anrela, feeling that his sister was about to cry, he hurriedly grabbed his sister's arm, "I'm always so bad, make my sister sad!

"Can't go, Brother Anton!" said Coria as she ran into the house from the outside, looking out of breath.

"Koria!" Anton Saron beckoned to Koria, "Don't worry, I'll take you!"

"Sister Anrela!" Coria bowed to Anrela, then turned to face Anton Saron, "Brother Insol asked me to tell you that we are going to Prefect Owen's funeral in a moment!"

"Why did it take more than a month for the funeral?" asked Anrila, puzzled, handing Koria a glass of water on the table

"Actually, I don't know why-" Koria took the glass and took a big sip, "Thank you, Sister Anrela!" Brother Insol said that a high-level summoner will come to interrogate us in a while, no matter what the problem is, he just said that he doesn't know. ”

"Well, I think the league should give a reasonable explanation for the cause of Prefect Owen's death!" said Anton Salon, "Sister, do you want to go with you?"

"Of course!" Annella took Anton Saron and Coria by the hand and walked out the door, "I'm going to keep an eye on you now! I won't allow you to get hurt again!" she exchanged glances with the other as she passed Regier.

"Good luck, kids!" said Regiel, smiling at the children's backs.

Four

The crowd gradually dispersed, and many of them wore white flowers on their chests, and they were all friends, companions, or classmates of Owen. The people slowly left the chamber square, few people spoke, and everyone was enveloped in a sad mood. Anton Salons and Coria were no exception, and the two stood where they had last seen Owen, imagining Owen still standing there, telling them "Hurry up!

"Koria, you know what, I can't cast a spell without Captain Owen!" Anton Saron looked up at the dark blue sky, the sun had long since disappeared, replaced by a shallow crescent moon.

"What is the reason?" asked Koria.

"Prefect Owen taught me the Augmentation Charm, a spell that enhances the effects of spells, without which I would not be able to cast spells. Anton Sharon replied in a low voice, his mind of the afternoon when Captain Owen called himself an enhancement spell, and tears blurred his eyes.

"I see!" Koria gripped Anton Saron's arm tightly, "Then my brother will become a powerful summoner and use the enhancement charm that Elder Owen taught you!"

Anton Sharon turned his head to look at Coria, who was squinting and smiling at him at the moment, "I'm really afraid of losing you, just like now, inexplicably losing Prefect Owen!

"You won't lose us!" Anrela suddenly appeared in front of Anton Saron and handed two cups of warm milk tea to the two of them.

"Thank you, sister!" Anton Sharon and Koria said in unison as they took the milk tea.

"I learned how to make milk tea from my mother, who used to say that milk tea should be given to the people you love. Angela hugged the shoulders of her two younger brothers, and suddenly, she was surprised to discover the fact, "Anton, you have grown taller!"

Anton Saron looked at his sister beside him, and sure enough, as she said, he was only half a head away from his sister, "I'm - I've grown taller—" he sighed, "but I'm still a useless person!"

"Don't talk about yourself like that!" Anreela pinched Anton Salon's face, "It's your fifteenth birthday the day after tomorrow, where are you going to spend it?"

"Fifteen-" Anton Salon, bowing his head slightly, "It's been almost two years since I came to the War College, so soon-"

"What are you talking about?" Anrila smiled at her brother, "I ask you, where are you going to spend your birthday?"

"At Mentor Tegel's coffee house!" Coria replied for Anton Saron.

Anton Saron nodded, "It's right there, I don't know if it will cause trouble for Mentor Tegel." “

"Let's go to him and ask him to help set it up!" Annella grabbed the arms of her two younger brothers and walked towards the corridor to the side.

Anton Saron looked back at the place where he had last met Owen, and he seemed to really see Owen's familiar face, who was standing there waving to him in a red robe and a white staff. "Sister, why do people go through parting?"

"Because—because our lives are limited!"

"Why can my sister face parting so calmly?"

"Because we will see them again in the near future. They must be looking at us elsewhere at the moment, just like usual, when we are happy they are happy, and when we are sad they will be sad. “

"So we're going to be happy, aren't we? But it's not something that's easy to find!"

"Look at me!"

"Huh!?I-"

"What do you feel?"

"Happy—happy—happy—and so on—in short, a good feeling—"

"These things have never left you!"

Five

Anton Salon, standing on top of a long bridge with an abyss beneath it, was in a state of trepidation that had taken hold of him from the moment he stood on it, despite the reasonable construction of the guardrails of the long bridge.

"You, like your father, are afraid to stand on high ground!" spoke Mentor Droproke, who was dressed in a red robe that symbolized a high-ranking summoner, and a large hood on his head.

"My father?" Anton Sharon looked at Dropher in surprise, "Have you seen my father?"

"Although it is not permissible to mention your father in the academy, it is fortunate that there will be no judge here. Droprock turned and leaned on the railing of the long bridge, from which he could see the sunset.

"Can you tell me about my father?" said Anton Ssalon, as he walked up to Droke's side, his words pleading.

"It's not a good thing to know too much, Anton Salon!" Dropok looked into the distance distractedly, "In short, your father was a great summoner!He was the only son of Exio, the creator of the League of Legends, and wielded the most powerful frost magic! More than ten years ago, he and I used to watch the sunset and the beginning of the sun here. ”

Anton Sharon looked at the sunset between the two mountains in the distance, and suddenly remembered a sentence from the "Summoner's Diary": "There are many constant things around us, maybe only people are the ones who really change. "More than ten years ago, my father and you saw the same thing. He whispered.

Dropok suddenly turned his head to look at Anton Saron, his brow furrowed, and there was a certain light in his blue eyes, "I have to admit that you look a lot like your father, especially those eyes, which are unique to the family of the Wishers. Of course - you're a bit like your mother, she's a beauty! If you inherit her genes perfectly, you'll be a girl's dream girl at the War College!"

"You must have asked me to come here not just to tell me this. Anton Saron had wanted to say this for a long time.

"Yes, a lot of people say 'the past is like the wind' and sometimes it seems to be true," Droker pulled out a dictionary-thick book from his pocket, handed it to Anton Salon, and motioned for him to take it with his eyes.

Anton Salonon took the "dictionary" with both hands, only to see a line of golden text on it: "The most high-profile couple in the League of Legends" "This-this!?" he tried to open the book, but could not open the cover.

"I've looked to a lot of people, and no one can open this diary!" Droker waved his hand, then turned and leaned on the railing, "This is your parents' diary, it may be a record of their bits and pieces - those pasts, you know!"

"Did my parents entrust you to me?" Anton Saron stroked the cover of the diary, trying to feel his own parents' breath from it.

"No—I picked it up—in fact, your parents didn't have time to entrust anything, they were pressed for time, and they were in a hurry—" Drok replied.

"Mentor—I'd like to ask one question, just one, okay?" said Anton Salon, as he tucked his parents' diary into a travel bag.

"I've given you the diary, it has all the answers you want, and it's up to you whether you can open it or not!" Mentor Drok said, and vanished without a trace, leaving not even a trace.

Six

Summoner's Diary, HN1031

☆ Big news: Verus, the arrow of punishment, seems to be joining the League of Legends!

☆ Rain Love Song Column: Thank you for making me your confidant

☆ Interview with Lux: What I'm best at is singing, spying or something, I hate it the most!

☆ Owen's Death Analysis Report: Who is the Real Murderer?

☆ Noxus Political Shady Revealed Episode 21: Those Unspoken Rules You Don't Know

☆ War College Hand-to-Melee Instructor Sivir: Actually, I'm a philanthropist

☆ This month's scandal quotes: Are women very eager for "polyandry"!?

☆ Misheria: I've killed seventeen assassins in two months

☆ Hecarim's counterattack - no one can stop the Spectre Cavalry!

☆ Galen responds to the relationship with Caterina - "I think we can be friends"

☆ Valoran's Corrupt Officials Directory No. 248: Pichus, an executive of the Ancalian faction - practicing superb corruption methods in the shadow of the Queen of Pain!

☆ Hextech's latest achievement, the Giant War Flameball: The Killing Machine, was born

☆ Survival Code 223: Nedri teaches you how to become stronger than your enemies!

☆ Ranger Poet Wide Angle

Summary of the highlights of the HN1031 issue of "Summoner's Diary".

As a Noxian, especially a veteran of the Fifth Rune War, I will never forget Verus, the Arrow of Punishment, the keeper of the Temple of Life, which seals the source of the abyss, an evil from antiquity. I didn't know what it was, but its immense power and evil aura could be felt from miles away. Thirty-nine years ago, the leader of the Noxian Black Flag Army, Windesak Cloudwalker, ordered the Temple of Life to be sealed off in a vain attempt to obtain this evil thing, and although we all knew what that meant, we had to enforce it.

Verus was a formidable warrior and one of Ionia's best archers, and it is said that he was taught archery by elves, and while no one would believe such unreliable rumors, you wouldn't think so after seeing his magic arrows. I swear we didn't find Verus's location with Ben, but his arrows were pinned to the eyebrows of the warriors, yes! The exception was Lord Windesack, whose helmet was made of stainless steel, so he saved his life.

When we see Verus again, he is no longer human, his body is burning with purple-black flames, and his right hand has some kind of hard substance, which feels like a buffalo's horn, but is shaped like a crossbow. If you are hit by Verus's purple arrow, you will die within a minute, even if the arrow hits the palm of your hand. What's even more terrifying is that the corpses of the fallen will quickly decompose and contaminate a large area, and if the area happens to be overgrown, you will witness a miraculous phenomenon: those plants will slowly turn into purple-black hairs or horns, or at least they look like this, after all, no one dares to confirm it. Later, we heard the news that Verus had become a monster because he had absorbed the power of the Abyssal Source, or that power had consumed him. And the reason he did this was to avenge the death of his family. The war forced him to choose between his family and his duty, and he chose to stick to his duty - to protect the temple. Speaking of which, Varus is such a pathetic man.

- Diary of a Noxian Veteran

Rain Man:

Two days ago, I broke up with my lover and I was sad. She is an ordinary Zaun girl, and we have been in love for eleven years. I came to the War College six years ago with the determination to become a summoner, and then go back and marry her and make her a beautiful wife. For six years we have been in contact by letter, I have always thought that our love is unbreakable, and who knows, she told me two days ago that she had fallen in love with someone else in the first year I had left, and that for five years she had given me only lies. Next month, I will be finishing my six years at the War College and being sent to my hometown of Zaun as an official summoner, and the first thing I did when I arrived in Zaun was to be invited to her wedding......

Rain Man, what am I going to do? Why am I going through this thing, am I wrong?

ALLIANCE SUMMONER, Green Wesley,

Green Wesley:

Thank you for trusting me, and I'm sorry to hear about you, but I have to tell you: you have done nothing wrong. Perhaps, your lover has not done anything wrong either.

We all aspire to have a better life, eat what we like to eat, and be affirmed by more people. A lot of times, we're all the same, but sometimes, we're a little different. We want to give something to our loved ones to make them happy and happy, however, if you really love each other, then staying with them may be the best option, and nothing will make them happy and happy.

A tutor at the War College once said, "We live in the shadows because we are facing the sun, and turning around is a kind of bearing, but also a kind of growth." "So, dear Mr. Green, please join me in turning and facing the sun. Maybe going to your lover's wedding is an extremely cruel thing for you, but you can at least bless her. Believe me, what she wants most at this moment is your blessing. Although I don't understand love or anything, I think love is a beautiful thing. Since this is the case, there is no such thing as betrayal in love, and in the same way, it does not mean possession.

Imagine that one day, when your lover finally knows what she wants, she will regret her choice. But in any case, eleven years of love have not only allowed you to have eleven years of happiness, but also something that you can't get in your lifetime.

—Rain Man, March 12 at the War College

Two months ago, we lost a very good summoner, Owen. He was so chic and handsome, so warm and kind, but now, all this has become our eternal memory. Last week, the War College held a grand funeral for Owen, and we don't know what the belated funeral means, but we should know that the War College and League of Legends are hiding something!

For two months, we secretly investigated the cause of Owen's death, and although progress was very slow, we were able to get some valuable clues. The conclusions or hypotheses that have been made on the basis of these clues are now listed in the table below.

1。 It was Tyrell the Night Shadow that directly caused Owen's death.

2。 On the night of Owen's death, there were no eyewitnesses, and the War College's claims about eyewitnesses are completely unreliable.

3。 Tyrell didn't appear out of nowhere, but was summoned by a summoner.

4。 Tyrell and Half-Hour Mahkarim are both from the Isle of Shadows.

5。 The reason the War College delayed Irving's funeral was because some of the higher-ups thought it would make "something" public

6。 War College Trainee Summoner Anton Saron and Apprentice Coria were the last two people Owen had ever seen

7。 The Coalition did not put Tyrell on trial, and the idea of "rampage" is pure fiction!

- "Tiger" editor, "Owen Death Investigation Report"

The aristocracy who are drunk with money is not terrible, the most terrible thing is those who are ambitious, greedy for power and money, they will become money-swallowing machines that oppress and exploit the people like their own parents, and they will one day replace their parents and become a new generation of corrupt giants. This kind of thing happens all around us again and again, and our lives are darkened.

- Noxus Political Shady Revealed Twenty-first Issue

Q: Lord Sivir, you have been the richest hero in League of Legends five times in a row, where does your wealth come from?

Sivir: That's a good question, baby, but I don't have an answer to answer you!

Q: There are many opinions about your source of wealth, and some of them are damaging to your reputation, don't you want to refute them?

Sivir: That's their business, what does it have to do with me? They say I'm good, they say I'm bad, I'm living like this. If they need money, they don't have to waste their minds on rumors, I can help them!

Q: Lord Sivir is really an open-minded and kind person, have you ever sponsored some people who are in need?

Sivir: Can I say that's a regular occurrence? I do it all the time, and I can't see the poor people!

Q: Do you have any other hobbies, and what do you like to do when you're not teaching summoners hand-to-hand combat?

Sivir: I love talking to my babes, yes, I love them, and there's nothing that makes me happier now!

Q: It seems that you really enjoyed being a mentor at the War College?

Sivir: Of course, with a lot of commissions to be earned, and a bunch of lovely kids to accompany you, a fool wouldn't want to do that......

—Interview from Demacia Constant

What could be more exciting than this kind of news? If you didn't see this report, you would really regret hitting the wall! Yes, you could spend the whole day in a stinking pit to punish yourself! What? You say I'm crazy? Oh no, absolutely not! If you keep looking down, you'll definitely think I'm a normal person! Yes, very normal!

Five days ago, well, five days before the Summoner's Diary was published. The well-known publication The Hexes published their survey of more than 138,900 respondents to the eight city-states (if you don't know which the eight city-states are, then you really don't live in Valoran, so where do you live?, well, it seems like a question of the century!). One of the questions in the report is: "As a woman, do you agree with polyandry?A. Agree with B. Disagree. Please write down your reasons briefly after making your choice. Since this question is aimed at women, it can be simply understood that the people who answer this question are women. The statistical results are alarming, 87. Nearly 60 percent of the women who chose to agree filled in the reason: "A man can't afford to support me, and he can't meet my ever-expanding needs and needs in all aspects!" Well, I'll admit, it's an answer similar to this!

What does this survey say!?Is the feminist era coming?Is the evolution of humanity (or yodelers) actually like this?However, it has to be said that it is true that a man cannot afford to support a woman, which is a common phenomenon in Valoran!

- "Little Worm" "Gossip Quotations"

Heimerdinger, Kutch, Giggs and many other heroes seem to want to quit League of Legends

Recently, Heimerdinger, Kutch, Giggs and other heroes submitted a joint letter, demanding the expulsion of the centaur Machkarim, claiming that he could not fight the dead souls, threatening to "If our request is not reasonably answered, we will immediately withdraw from the League of Legends!"

- Reporter of this magazine, "Hekarim's counterattack - no one can stop the ghost cavalry!"