Section 7: Autumn Silence

"Don't feel sorry and sad for the passing of something good, at least it can be your eternal memory, at least your memory can be used for warmth......

[Brief introduction of 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, and a descendant of the Spellbreaker family (one of Valoran's three summoner families in the novel) who excel in hand-to-hand combat, come to the War College to investigate the cause of the family's downfall.

Asrema: The protagonist's roommate and companion, a member of the Ankaria faction family 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".

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.

Mocha Amur: A descendant of the Amuel family, his father Shuria Amur was one of the previous Guardians of the Mystic of Mayoris, and his mother was the Dragon Guardian Goddess Serra, who first appeared in Side Story: The Guardian of the Mystic Arts.

Elirena: Cadet Summoner at the War College, Anton Saron and the others were contemporaries of a girl with burgundy hair and a pair of special eyes.

Fronsa: Trainee summoner at the War College, descendant of the Wisher family, under the pseudonym "Little Worm", serves as the head of the "Gossip Quotations" column in the "Summoner's Diary".

Mosank: Instructor of the Astrology class at the War College, League of Legends Hero (original hero of this book).

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One

Over the past holiday, the War College has undergone several renovations, including the boys' dormitories in the White Tower, the East Tower, which has fallen into disrepair, and the new large lawn behind the College Hall.

Behind the college hall was a wasteland, with a lot of hard granite, and close to the gray mass of Santa Mountain, where few people would have been there for many years. Thirteen months ago, the War College had its first Sonos team, called Eternal Flame, and soon after, a second team, the Controllers, was born. However, in the inner city of Obsidian City, there is hardly enough grass to find for them to train, except for the Onisok Terrace. No one expected the higher-ups of the academy to contribute to the Ghost Sok Stage, it was their treasure. So, these Sox members found their paradise - the shores of Silver Bay Lake. I have to say that the Romantic Park of Yinwan Lake can be called the two pearls of the obsidian city, one is pure and atmospheric, and the other is graceful and soft. In League of Legends' icy complexes dominated by blue, purple, and white, their presence is a relief to people's hearts. You can feel this from the first time you come here, and you will break down a little bit as you walk through the imposing and oppressive buildings.

Here's the problem, the summoner couple living in Obsidian City have repeatedly written letters to the Alliance, claiming to save Silverbay Lake from the murderous "Sonos", and some extremists have even drowned themselves in Silverbay Lake. Everyone understands this stupid tone and meaningless approach. An obvious symptom of people who have been poisoned by love is reduced intelligence. The League of Legends Non-War Center had no choice but to reclaim a wasteland behind the academy hall and use magic to create a three-hundred-foot lawn there that would serve as a training ground for the murderous "Sonos".

In fact, the murderous "Sonos" gradually discovered that it was a great torture to the soul to face the monotonous academy hall and the gray-white mountain training all day long. So, they bought more than 500 pounds of Hex's high explosives from Zaun, hoping to blow through the mountains that had existed for millions of years. Precise directional blasting and the power of Hex's weapons caused a massive granite rock of nearly 2,000 tons to fall off the original mountain. In this way, the War College has added another spectacle, known as the "Window of Vision"—a rectangular space nearly two hundred feet wide. The mountains in the distance can be seen through a window of view, making it one of the best places to watch the sunrise. However, those "sonos" who participated in the bombing of the mountain were to live in Crystal Prison for ten years because they violated the rules.

The main beneficiaries of the Window of Vision are students who used to attend classes all day in front of the dead mountain, such as Anton Saron, and Koria, who accompanied him to class every afternoon, and their astrology classes happened to be in such a classroom.

The astrology instructor was named Mosanke, an eccentric middle-aged man who often wore a dirty white robe and a large hood with several patches. Anton Saron guessed that he was a handsome man, as the guy had a pair of beautiful brown eyes, even though he never looked like he had ever shaved his beard.

"Today is the penultimate astrology class, so there are some things I must tell you!" Mosanke said as he paced in the middle of the room.

The trainee summoners, who had been busy looking for various divination methods, stopped what they were doing and looked at the Mosanke mentor seriously. "Something I must tell you" is his mantra, and every time he says that, it means that you are immediately going to be amazed.

"The fact that astrology is only studied for one year is not only because the subject is very simple, but also because it has little practical value. After Mosanke finished speaking, he glanced at the students' widening eyes, and then sighed slightly, "It is impossible to predict the future through the methods provided by astrology, and historically, only the Charon clan had this ability. And astrology is just imitation, with the addition of apocryphal imitation, and its prediction of the future is extremely inaccurate!"

"Does that mean we've wasted a year!" one blonde girl asked aloud.

Mosank closed his eyes and replied in a low voice, "Yes." Astrology has little value for practical application because it is extremely inaccurate. Even the descendants of the Charon clan cannot predict the future with complete accuracy, because there are too many variables in the future. ”

"Why are you telling us this now?"

"yes, why are you telling us now?"

"Liar! You're a liar!"

"It's a waste of our lives and energy!"

......

The Trainee Summoners were very emotional, and some were even ready to pick up what they had at hand and smash Mosank, but others, such as Anton Saron and Koria, remained calm in their seats. The classroom boiled instantly, and everyone was gossiping at Mosanke, the always taciturn instructor. Anton Salonn felt a little pitiful for Mosanke, but he didn't intend to help the other party out.

"It's true, Brother Anton. Historically, only the Charon clan had the ability to foresee the future, and Charon was also known as Proses. Coria pointed to the first page of the astrology textbook, which clearly marked the sentence.

"Yes, it's obvious, pouring a divination potion into a divination bowl will show what is going to happen in the future. Anton Salonn said as he poured a bottle of red liquid into the broken bowl on the table, "It's a fantasy, I never thought of it, because you can see the future here-"

However, at this moment, Anton Saron suddenly froze, he felt his eyes ache as if they were on fire, but his body did not obey and could not make any movements. His eyes were now fixed on the divination bowl, some of the potion inside had been absorbed, and the rest had quickly dried up, forming several strange images. One of them seemed to be a man running desperately, and there seemed to be an invisible force chasing after him. Next, next to the humanoid image is an image of a crystal bottle into which some liquid is being injected......

The intense burning pain quickly wore off, and Anton Salonn slumped in his chair, blinking to make sure his eyes weren't burned. Koria on the side looked at him anxiously.

"Brother Anton, what's wrong with you!" Koria shook Anton Salon's cold hand hard.

"Kolya-" Anton Salon, dazed and groggy, felt as if he hadn't slept in days, "I saw something strange—"

Coria glanced at the divination bowl on the table, picked it up, and held it in front of Anton Saron, "Is this it?"

Anton Sharon looked at the worn-out divination bowl with only a few dried red potions in it, and his mind could no longer associate it with the image of a person, a crystal bottle, etc., in fact, those potions were nothing. "How so—what happened to me?" he rubbed his eyes and looked at the bowl again, but it still didn't change.

"Just now—your face was almost in the bowl, and your eyes were wide—" Coria said nervously, as if it had happened to her, "I called you, and you didn't answer—I tried to lift you up, but found that—your body was as stiff as a stone!"

"How—so?"

There was a sudden silence around them, and Anton Sharon didn't speak again. At this time, the trainee summoner who had already walked more than half of the classroom, Mosank stood like a log in the middle of the classroom, and his white robe was torn several times. Koria and Anton Salons didn't know what had happened in the past minute.

"I'm sorry everyone!" Mentor Mosangke's voice was a little hoarse, and the eyes in his thick beard also showed sadness and helplessness, "This is the rule of League of Legends - but I have to tell you the truth near the end, otherwise it will hurt you for the rest of your lives." Over the past year, you have gone from simply identifying some patterns to now analyzing a person's life from complex astrological charts. It's a tough process and requires you to develop strong associations. In fact, the future is a pipe dream for those of us. Astrology is not a predictor of the future, but you can get warning and hope from it, and that may be its only purpose. ”

"Tutor, are we still going to have class tomorrow?" asked a dark-skinned boy standing up.

"You can choose not to come, but if you still believe in me, come. Mosanke replied in a low voice, his words full of anticipation, and he still hoped from the bottom of his heart that his students would be able to finish their last class.

"Tutor, what do you think about the future?" asked Insominia, who chose this course because he could not come often.

"Astrology is a discipline that accompanies prophecy," Mosanke's voice raised a few decibels, and he seemed to regain his sense of mentor from the question he had just asked, "The word prophecy comes from 'Proses', the royal family name of Agaste, and they are actually descendants of the Charon clan, who had to change their surname to escape the hunt of the archmage Essidor—"

"Well—mentor, I think you should answer my question directly—" Insominia interrupted Mosank's tirade.

"Oh, okay, you're right!" Mosanke cleared his throat, "I've been emphasizing that the future is unknowable, and no one can really foresee it. Many prophecies in history have been proven to be true, but not because the prophecies themselves are true, but because many people have gone to great lengths to ensure that they are fulfilled. If so, then everyone can be the designer of the prophecy, and if he puts in the same effort, the prophecy will one day be fulfilled. ”

Anton Salon, who recorded Mosangke's answers in his notebook, agreed with his words from the bottom of his heart: "Maybe no one can foresee the future at all, for ourselves, we are all prophets, we can predict our future and try to make it happen!"

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Today is Saturday, and Anton Salons went out with Fronza early in the morning, and they were going to the orphanage under League of Legends, which was Fronsa's home.

"Have you been there?" Fronza picked up a palm-sized clip art from the side of the road, which looked like a dragon, "I don't think you have one, the orphanage is not a good place." ”

"Oh, that's right – I really haven't been. Anton Salon's expression was helpless, in fact, he had passed by the orphanage and knew that it was on the edge of the outer city.

The two of them were walking on the stone road of the inner ring city, where the slope was so steep that people who were old or had difficulty in their legs would never dare to reach the outer city through this road. However, this is the shortest route.

"You have to try not to share your vision with others. Fronza said.

"Then I can't see anything!" said Anton Salon, who spread out his hands, and although he was helpless on the surface, he still hoped that Fronza would provide him with a new perspective.

The two of them unconsciously walked out of the inner ring city and came to the bustling outer city, and Fronza motioned to Anton Salonn to turn left, "That must not work! If you are facing an enemy, do you also want to gain their vision? That will not help you at all!"

"So what am I going to do?" Anton Salon, tilting his head as he walked, staring at the other man.

"It's complicated, and it takes understanding!" Fronza said, beckoning to the people nearby, who seemed to recognize him. "Look, that's Xiaojie!" he said suddenly, pointing to someone not far away.

"Oh, do you know him well?" said Anton-Sharon embarrassed, he had no idea who Fronza was referring to.

"What!?" Fronsa gave a helpless expression, he put his arm on Anton Salon's shoulder, and then motioned to the other party to look at a black dog on the roof, "Xiao Jie—do you see? That's Xiao Jie!"

"Oh yes, see. Anton Salon, too, was perfunctory this time, the kind of dog was all too common, but he couldn't help but think back to his childhood friend, the shepherd dog named Tang.

"Jay is friendly, I'll introduce you to it when I have time!" Fronza seemed to have thought of Jay as a sapient creature.

"I don't think so, it's just going to hurt me. Anton Sharon hurriedly waved his hand.

"We can't run away from things, like parting. Of course, if I say that, you're probably going to hit me," Fronza said again, "I've never experienced parting. ”

"Hey, Fronsa!" a fat bucket-like aunt suddenly walked out and stopped Fronsa and Anton Sallon, "Come back tonight and don't forget to buy me a bag of potatoes and pick up ten buckets of water for me." ”

"No problem, Mrs. Winster!" said Fronsa, holding his left hand above his head, and smiling at the fat aunt.

"The people here seem to know you well. After the two said goodbye to the eldest aunt, Anton Saron looked back, and he saw that the eldest aunt had walked into a low, dilapidated house. Of course, the houses around here are not very good.

"It's a slum in the outer city, and most of the people here are widows and people with disabilities. Fronza said as he gave the clipart he had just picked up to a child on the side of the road.

The little creature looked to be only six or seven years old, skinny and dark-skinned. Two large black eyes stared blankly at somewhere ahead, and even when Fronza shoved the clip art to him, he didn't look away. The little guy touched the clip art with his hand, grinning and revealing two rows of white teeth, the most innocent smile in the world.

"He's—" Anton Saron had guessed.

"Yes, he couldn't see anything, and the last scene he saw in this world was when his father was dismembered by a group of Noxians. Fronsa's explanation made Anton Salon's choke up a little. Fronza squatted down and pinched the little guy's face, "This is the clipart you want, only a clever girl can make it, show it to your mother!"

The little one listened to Fronsa, and at once ran to the room behind him, but—he fell the moment he opened the door.

Anton Salons was about to step forward to help, but Fronsa stopped him, "Your actions are not a help to him. ”

Anton Salon, who understood what Fronza meant, nodded slightly, and turned his gaze back to the little one. At this moment, the little guy had already entered the room, that is, ten seconds of effort, and he came out of it, holding a fifteen-inch iron box in both hands.

"Mamma has seen it! she must be glad!" cried the little one, who seemed to be in full bloom.

Anton Saron took a step back, he didn't use the mind-sighting technique on the little guy, but he seemed to understand all what happened to the other party in an instant, and the tears that had been rolling in his eyes finally flowed out. "It turns out—" He hurriedly wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

"That's right, that iron box is his mother!" Fronza whispered, "Jamie's family is from Zaun, and a Zaun woman can't have hair longer than three feet. The extra hair needed to be cut off, and the box contained his mother's hair. Two years ago, her mother died in childbirth along with her brother. ”

"It's really—it's tragic. Anton Sharon suddenly had a realization, in fact, he was much luckier than little Jamie. At least, he didn't watch his parents leave.

"Little Jamie's mother bought clipart for a living, and after his mother left, there were no more clipart in his world. Fronza said as he crouched down beside little Jamie. "Jamie, do you know? The clip art that my brother gave you just now was given to you by your mother!"

"Oh!" little Jamie nodded vigorously, "How is Mommy doing in that world?"

"She's fine! She wants Jamie to listen to Fronza's brother, eat and sleep on time every day, make a lot of friends, and find a drifting girl Liang as his wife when she grows up!" Fronza smiled childlike at little Jamie, even though he couldn't see anything.

"Why did you lie to him? And the box—you told him that his mother would see him through the box!" said Anton Salon, to Fronza, who was back on his feet.

"I didn't lie to him!" Fronza looked at little Jamie, who ran back to his room with the box in his hand, "I'm giving him something called hope." It allows Jamie to have a sunny mental world. “

"There will be a day when he will grow up, and he will always face his tragic fate!" said Anton Salon, although his tone could be called calm, but he did not agree with Fronsa's approach in his heart.

"Anton Salon!" Fronza suddenly became serious, "I envy you, you can choose not to look at anything. Most of the people in this world are just like you when you couldn't see anything, even if they weren't blind!"

Anton Salon, as if he had been frozen by some kind of magic, looked at Fronza blankly, and at that moment, he seemed to feel something—the real inner world of this seemingly heartless guy who laughed and scolded all day.

"We walk in a dark world," Fronza put his long arm around Anton Sallon's neck and pressed him on, "We see the sun because we have hope. Although the sun may only be a flash in the pan. “

Anton Salon, who turned his head and glanced at Fronsa, who was smiling when talking about such a heavy topic, and that smile seemed to contain some kind of message - "Everything in this world doesn't matter to me" Therefore, he immediately thought of a question, "Fronsa, what do you care about the most?"

As if he hadn't heard Anton Salon's words, Fronza continued to press half of his body weight on each other, which made them walk like two drunks. "Well, I seem to be a little hungry!" said Fronza, looking around, "but unfortunately there is no place to eat around here, why don't we go back and find a restaurant?"

"But—we've been walking almost a mile!" Anton Salonn smiled wryly, but to be honest, he was a little hungry too.

"It's okay, come for a walk with me, you won't get tired!" Fronza looked confident.

"But—" Anton Salon, feeling like he was about to be crushed by Fronsa, "I'm really tired right now——!"

"Why ——?!" Fronza finally realized that he had let Anton Salonn carry him a few hundred yards, "Hey! Why didn't you warn me sooner!

Two

"Parenos——! Parenos! It's time for breakfast!"

Fronza shouted as he pushed open a door, and Anton Salons followed him into the room. The cramped room was filthy, littered with torn bedding and badly deformed bed boards, and a boy of fifteen or sixteen sat on a shabby chair, writing something seriously. The boy looked like he hadn't showered in months, his greasy black hair was knotted, and his chestnut robe was shiny.

"Hey, hello, Parenos!" Anton Saron beckoned to the boy, but the other man didn't react at all, still writing with his head down.

"Parinos likes you very much, but he's not good at words. Fronza said, placing the plate in his hand on the table next to Parenos, with two omelettes and three slices of bread.

"How do you know he likes me?" Anton Sharon was a little puzzled, as he knew that Parinos was delusional and psychotic.

"He didn't break your head with those bed boards, just to prove that he likes you. Fronza held out a hand and pointed to the bed boards that were scattered on the floor. And then something miraculous happened! The bed boards were restored to their original appearance by some force. It wasn't long before a neat little wooden bed appeared in the room.

"Incredible!" Anton Salon's eyes widened, this was the first time he had seen Fronsa's spell.

"The original restoration spell is very simple, I am the best at this!" Fronsa looked nonchalant, but Anton Salon, who was beside him, was envious.

The way Parinos eats is simply unsightly, he never uses a knife and fork, but simply grabs the food with his hands and stuffs it into his mouth. While eating, he also made a humming sound, which made others unbearable. Anton Sharon took advantage of Perinos to eat and picked up the book that the guy used for writing, which was a shabby gray book. Anton Salon's handwriting was beautiful and regular, which surprised Anton Sallon, and the content of the words probably told some stories, and even a large number of poems. Anton Salonn chose one of the pages and read it carefully.

"A boy saw in the bowl what was about to happen in the future, it was about a girl, she was dangerous, she was chased by a black smoke, which quickly surrounded her and took her to another place. There were two summoners in black robes, and a group of ugly-looking monsters, and the girl was placed on an iron bed. The monsters began to draw her blood and put it in crystal bottles. One of the summoners took out another crystal bottle, which also contained blood, which he magically injected into the girl's body, and the girl's eyes gradually turned silver. The bloodline experiment is almost successful......

After reading this paragraph, Anton Sharon looked at Parenos, who was still eating breakfast, and realized that this guy might not be suffering from paranoia, but was trying to tell someone something in words that only someone very special could understand. In order to confirm his guess, Anton Salonn chose another paragraph to read.

"There is a beautiful girl in the War College who is in love with a nobleman from Noxus. However. This is a girl with a watery poplar, and she maintains an ambiguous relationship with many men at the same time. One day, the girl prepares to destroy the letters with other men, only to be seen by the Noxian nobles, who snatch them and go into a rage. The two broke up like this, and the girl found her new love, a young mage with powerful spells, but the young mage did not love her, he just wanted to get close to someone through this behavior. A very strong man who walks in the dark. The young mage's revenge begins as he gathers evidence, locks in the avengers, and devises a plan. That's when the Spoiler appears, an unpopular summoner who will sabotage the plan, but at the same time he saves everyone......

"Fronza, have you seen anything in this notebook?" asked Anton Salon, pointing to the notebook in his hand.

"I've seen masterpieces of paranoia, some beginningless, unfinished, bizarre stories. Fronza replied.

"If I told you," Anton Sharon put the notebook back in, "this is something to come, would you believe it?"

"I believe, of course I do!" Fronza spread his hands and showed a disgusting expression that did not smile, "but what I believe more is that you are also insane!"

"Well, you might think so. Anton Sharon looked helpless, and he turned his gaze to Perinos, who had finished his breakfast and was now writing mechanically.

"The director of the orphanage entrusted him to my care two years ago," said Fronsa, as he cleaned the table that had been soiled by Parinos, "and he came like that, he rarely spoke, and he wrote all day except for eating, and what he wrote could fill a large wagon." ”

"Do you know anything about his past?" said Anton Salon, looking at Parenos and whispering to Fronsa.

"Do you think I'll understand, mind magic doesn't work for psychosis and paranoia!" Fronza walked towards the door, holding a plate full of food scraps.

"I think you'll have to go with me in a moment to confirm something. Anton Sharon followed, and before he closed the door, he glanced at Parenos again.

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"Have you smiled today? If not, smile now. It's autumn and the weather is getting cold, so remember to add clothes ——Koria"

Elirena looked at the long slender writing on the paper, and felt as if happiness and joy were accompanied by the midday sun, little by little, penetrating into the depths of her soul, and slowly melting away all the gloom and sorrow there. She curled the corners of her mouth and spread her arms, feeling the warm sunlight and the warm breeze, as if they had blended together at this moment, turning into a liquid that could flow, drenching every summoner who walked out of the academy's hall, filtering every corner of the war academy.

The Trainee Summoners around him all looked at Elirina with strange eyes, perhaps no one would stand in front of the main hall of the academy so leisurely. Of course, most people stayed away from this mad girl, as if she was carrying some kind of deadly plague with her. If that's all there is to it, then the world is at peace, but ......

"What is this——!?" A tall, blonde girl snatched the blank piece of paper with words written on it from Elirena's hand. Because the speed is too fast, the other party has no time to react.

"Give me back——!" Elirina was about to snatch her back when two big-shouldered and round-waisted boys grabbed her from behind.

"Oh! You're in love, I didn't expect you. The blonde girl glanced at the words on the paper for a quick moment, then looked at Elirena with disdain.

Elirina held back her tears, the blonde girl in front of her was a head taller than herself, wearing a yellow silk dress, and she was as beautiful as the woman in the book illustration, or rather, it was the original illustrated woman. "Please, give it back to me, I don't know you-"

The blonde girl slapped Elirina indiscriminately, and the face with heavy makeup was instantly filled with anger, "You don't know me! Then let you know me now! My name is Ginna, and I'm Singana's girlfriend! Noxian nobleman!"

"What's going on there?"

"It's Kinna, since she became Singana's girlfriend, she often beats people for no reason!"

"Hehe—there's really no shortage of people like that in the War College!"

"They all say that Elirina is a crazy girl, and it looks like there are people who are even crazier than her!"

......

Elirena broke free from the two tall boys and ran down the stairs, running so fast that she nearly knocked out several of the younger summoners in her path, and the eyes of the people in front of the academy hall were focused on her until she disappeared at the intersection that led to the back of the hall.

The clouds in the sky gathered together for no apparent reason, and as their density increased, the color gradually deepened, and soon formed an impenetrable barrier between the sky and the earth. Once again, the War College was placed in a dark world, as if it were difficult for the air to flow here, and the coolness of autumn was completely ignored and replaced by an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Elirina felt like her body was on fire, and her chest felt like it was about to explode, but she couldn't stop and kept running. At this moment, she was already at the Sonos training ground behind the main hall, which was the newly built lawn this year. On the three-hundred-foot-square lawn, there were two other people besides Elirena, who were standing by the window on the first floor of the main hall.

"Do you want to say anything when you see such a scene?" asked Anton Salon, who was beside him.

"I would say that if she runs any further, she will reach the cliff of the Window of Vision. Fronza narrowed her eyes as she looked at Elirena, who was running in the distance.

"I think you must have a way to stop her before that!" Anton Salons smiled at Fronsa, but still worried about Elirena.

"Alright!" Fronza spread his hands and showed a helpless expression, "Whatever you see, don't tell anyone about it for a while!"

"Forbidden Technique: Teleportation in Zero Seconds!"

Anton Sharon just wanted to say, "No problem, I will." But Fronza had disappeared from him, and he looked up into the distance, where Fronza was standing near the Window of Vision.

"Brother Anton—" was Coria's voice, who was running towards Anton Saron at breakneck speed, and judging by the sweat on his head, he and Elirina had run the same distance.

"It turns out that the vision just now came from Kolya. Anton Saron muttered quietly as he beckoned to Coria. "Don't worry! Fronza will save her!" he gestured three hundred feet away, where the Window of Vision was.

"Hey, you have to stop!" Fronza used his mindsight to enter Elirena's mind, but strangely enough, he couldn't see anything, and he was surprised that it was as dark as the night when he couldn't see his fingers.

"Help—please—help me!" Elirina cried, she didn't mean to slow down, it felt as if something was chasing her from behind.

Fronza judged from Elirena's frightened, anxious look that the other party was under the influence of a kind of magic, which was why the girl could not stop. "I don't want to admit it, someone can see the future!" he thought, closing his eyes and holding his fingers together in front of his chest.

"Forbidden Technique: Mind Domination!"

"Listen, Elirena, now, you must obey my commands, for I am your ruler!"

Fronsa's voice rang through Elirena's mind, and she felt that her body was suddenly no longer under the control of her consciousness, or rather, she was gradually losing her presence...... "Please—please, don't hurt me!" she cried and pleaded.

"You've fallen for someone's illusion spell, I'm saving you, don't worry, it'll be fine in a while!" Fronza concentrated all his energy, trying to control Elirena's body with his own will, and at this moment, an unfamiliar image appeared in his mind: a guy in a black robe and a large hood, this guy's face was hidden in the shadow of the hood, but the eyes that shone yellow, very terrifying-

"Pathetic mortals—"

The guy didn't hear what he was saying, and certainly didn't allow him to hear, some kind of smoky magic had spread from the guy's black-gloved hand and quickly engulfed him......

"Hey——! wake up, Fronza - wake up——!" Anton Salon, shaking Fronza, who was lying unconscious on the grass, vigorously.

Fronza snorted and sat up sharply, startling the people around him. "What's wrong with me?" he glared at his companion beside him, "asleep?" However, something very important immediately occurred to him.

"Elirina is fine, she was saved by you. Anton Salon, who had learned of Fronsa's thoughts, patted the other man on the shoulder, giving him an approving look.

"Elirena!" Fronza looked at Elirena, who was slumped on the grass, "would you like to share your experience with me?"

"I'm afraid not yet, Brother Fronza!" Coria said as she helped Elirina wipe the sweat from her forehead.

Elirena looked weak, her lips were a little pale, and even her beautiful red hair seemed to have lost its luster, "I feel - there's a black smoke chasing me, I'm so scared, I can't stop!"

"Alright, Elirena, you need to rest now, and there are some things to talk about later. Anton Saron whispered, he couldn't bear to look at Elirena, who had not yet escaped her fear, and tell everyone about the unbearable experience.

"I'll go back with my sister first!" Coria slowly lifted Elirena up from the grass and waved goodbye to Anton Salons and Fronsa.

"Thank you! Anton Salon, and Fronsa, you saved my life!" Elirina bowed slightly to the two of them, and walked towards the main hall with the help of Coria.

A golden ray of sunlight pierced through the dense clouds and fell on Fronza and Anton Salon. Fronza covered his eyes with his hands, looking up at the small hole in the thick clouds that had been torn open by the sun, and his cheeks gradually regained a little blood.

"What did you just go through?" Anton Salon, looking at the backs of Coria and Elirena, asked Fronsa, who was beside him.

"It's hard to say, I'm going to the library, there are so many questions to answer today!" Fronza struggled to get up from the grass with his hands on his hands, "Do you want to go along?"

"Of course, I'd love to!" said Anton Sallon, who also stood up, holding Fronsa's arm with both hands, fearing that he would fall.

"Don't—don't—" Fronza gently broke free of Anton Salon, with an embarrassed expression, "It's not good for people to see, I can still go." ”

Three

It's almost November, and the War College is getting cooler by the day, with a clammy fog that sometimes lasts from morning to noon, and the overuse of magic often aggravates the fog, leaving visibility as low as about three feet. Younger summoners love the weather, unaware that these natural phenomena caused by magic are often deadly.

At the end of each year, the Academy's daily activities are filled with a variety of sororities, balls, and academic events that keep the Summoners Cadet busy. Of course, for someone like Anton Salon, this is the most idle time of the year, and he never participates in any social events. Even if he did, these activities would have stopped immediately because of his arrival, and he would have been severely beaten.

Last Friday night, Anton Saron experienced an extremely tragic event. One of his admirers in The Summoner's Diary, a fifth-year trainee summoner named Essalivan, throws a birthday party in the out-of-town city. As a token of appreciation, Anton Sharon sent a gift signed "Rain Man" and secretly attended the birthday party. Although he had been sitting in the corner, he was spotted by the staff at the venue (Esalivan was a nobleman of Zuan, and the birthday party was of a very high standard). Annoyed by the unexpected uninvited guest, Esalivan picked up a glass bottle full of red wine and smashed it on the back of Anton Salon's head. As a result, Anton Saron spent three days in the hospital, and thanks to Regier's skillful rejuvenation, he would have probably become the second Parenos.

Anton Saron did not blame Esalivan, in fact, most of the admirers of "Rain Man" were extremely tired of him. There are often tragic events, but life still has to go on, and Anton Salon, as usual, as a "confidant", answers everyone's questions and hates to bear the pain for everyone. He never thought of reciprocating, and for him, as long as Eroni didn't reveal his identity, it would be the happiest thing in the world.

Speaking of Arroni, she probably never learns from her mistakes, and she's been hooking up with other boys lately. But right now, she is enjoying her happy time, and Asrema is rarely free to accompany her today.

It was noon, and the fog finally cleared. Asrema took Eloni's hand and wandered through the sea of flowers in the Romantic Park, surrounded by all kinds of tulips, this is a new member of the garden, and there is absolutely no other place to raise such noble flowers except for the War College and Ionia. It is said that beautiful women turn into tulips when they die, and you won't find this statement ridiculous after you see the tulips in the patches. Each tulip has a straight, strong stem, and they seem delicate, but they are also erect, as if no mortal force is enough to bend them. Beautiful tulips grow on such flower stems, and they do not open as openly as other flowers, but wrap their elegant temperament and refined character in soft petals. As you approach, the delicate fragrance of flowers will slowly flow into your heart, whispering about their past and present lives.

It is said that each tulip has a unique name, but you don't need to remember any of them, because when you witness their elegance and refinement, the memory will not allow you to forget them. The mist that had just cleared seemed to be unbearable to leave, and now it became teardrops nestled on the petals, and the inadvertent movement of the breeze would make them slip off the delicate and smooth petals and seep into the dust.

Asrema let go of Arroni's hand and went into the flowers, plucking some tulips. Eroni followed silently, admiring Asrema picking the flowers, as if all the tulips together were no match for the boy she loved.

"The yellow tulip symbolizes your noble status," Asrema said, placing the yellow tulip in her hand on Eloni's hand. "Pink tulips represent your beauty. He continued to replicate the action, "The red tulip symbolizes my love for you, and purple will last this love forever." ”

Eroni looked at the tulips Asrema had given her, her vision blurred, "Honey—I love you forever—" She choked up, she couldn't speak Asrema's romantic language with few words, and everything turned into a hug for her loved one.

Asrema also hugged Eroni and kissed her forehead, "It's been cold lately, don't wear so little next time." ”

"Got it!" Eroni's face fluttered with endless joy and happiness, even if the next second was the end, she would not have the slightest melancholy.

"When we graduate from the War College, I will officially marry you as the heir of the Ankaria faction of the Order of Noxus, are you willing to make an agreement with me?" Asrema looked at Eloni in his arms seriously, his tone was so gentle, but there was also firmness and undeception in this mildness.

Eroni lowered her head slightly, bit her lip, and then looked up at Asrema's fair, handsome face, "If you don't marry me, I'll be by your side for the rest of my life!" she held out her little thumb, which was the gift of vows. The Valoran tradition is that as long as two people hook each other's little fingers, they make a soul vow about something, and once the oath is made, it cannot be broken until death.

However, among the flowers not far from the two of them, there was a guy who had been following them for a long time, a man in a brown coarse cloth robe, slightly taller than Eloni, who looked like a thin gardener. But he was by no means a gardener, but Anton Ssalon...... At this moment, Anton Saron was holding Asrema's silver ring, and some warm liquid kept dripping onto the silver ring, but soon, they became as cold as the air around them.

Asrema looked at Eloni's cute face, and also stretched out her little thumb and hooked Eroni's one, "Once this vow is made, it will be until death, can you guarantee it?"

"Of course—I'll be waiting for you forever!" said Aroni, confident that she would become Asrema's future wife.

A loud whistle changed the original tone of the romantic park forever, and some lovers watched in horror at the place where the whistle sounded, where stood a tall, muscular boy in a college robe, with his arms crossed over his chest and leaning leisurely against the railing of a small pavilion, which was none other than Insomina.

"I'm leaving, dear!" Asrema kissed Aroni on the forehead.

"Just a minute with me, just a minute!" Aroni pleaded, she might only be so low to Asrema as she was.

"Give me a minute, buddy!" Asrema shouted at Insominia as he turned his gaze to Aroni, "Sorry, dear, I can't be with you often!"

Eloni burst into tears, and she cried so sadly that several couples in the vicinity looked at her in amazement. Perhaps for her, all words are not as necessary as a cry. She even wondered if the boy she loved in front of her was lying to her.

"What kind of life do you want, my dear?" Asrema asked softly, not comforting his weeping lover because he knew that certain actions were meaningless.

"I don't know—I didn't think about it—" Eroni wept silently, and most of the neighbors stayed away from them.

"It's time to think about it," Asrema hugged Aroni's shoulder with one hand and wiped the tears from her face with the other, "Only by figuring out this question can we live happily." ”

"I'm going to be with you, inseparable, that's my happiness!" said Arroni, who looked a little angry.

"That's impossible, in fact, the right distance can keep our feelings forever. Asrema patted Arroni on the shoulder, coaxing each other like a child, "People, like other things, will get old after a long time, and we can't keep things fresh forever. ”

"She'll never understand that. Anton Salon, who was watching the two not far away, whispered.

"I'm leaving, dear, I may not be back until a few days, you have to take care of yourself!" Asrema kissed Aroni's forehead again, "Otherwise, I won't be able to spare you!"

Eroni didn't seem to buy it, she wiped the tears from her face, and stared blankly at Aslema's fading back, she even wished that it was herself who was exploring with her lover, not Insominia. However, she was inherently uninterested in those things.

The fog that lasted from the morning until just now finally cleared completely, and the thick clouds in the sky were much lighter, and although there was still no sign of the sun, at least the air could be noticeably warmer.

"Are you engaged to Eroni?" Insominia asked with a smile.

"yes—I want to get this done as soon as possible. Asrema replied.

"Can I ask you a question as well?" Insominia stopped abruptly and turned to look at Asrema earnestly.

"Well, you just ask. Asrema turned her head to the side and looked at the red roses that covered the fence at the edge of the garden, which were in full bloom but unfortunately no one admired them.

"What kind of life do you want?" Insominia tilted her head and stared at Aslema's handsome cheeks, the guy's skin was so white that it seemed to glisten.

"At least not like these roses!" Asrema pointed to the red roses that were struggling to open, and then replied to Insominia with a determined gaze.

Insominia smiled and nodded, a kind of light flashing in his black eyes, "I hope you can succeed!Valoran's most powerful summoner in the future!"