Section 5: Griffin coat of arms

"If you prove yourself only to satisfy your vanity, such proof will not bring you the slightest glory, on the contrary, you will be more empty and lost in endless desires......

[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 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.

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.

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.

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One

Anton Salon, looking up at the inky sky and the stars, as if an infinite black canvas had been drenched in silver watercolor. It's rare for a sunny night in Obsidian City, so there are more people on the streets than usual, and the merchants turn on the night lights that are not often used on weekdays, making the whole outtown look like some bustling metropolis. Anton Saron was not infected by the pleasures of the people around him, and in his opinion, these things were too fleeting, too short to be consumed. As the saying goes, "I didn't dare to rest this morning, but this night light market is like day." Several sorrows are forgotten, and the three lamps are prosperous around the building. I once heard the frost and snow to hide my hatred, and I could hold my hands around the hearth. Drunk and happy at the end of a dream, bitter when the party woke up tears. 」

"Brother Anton, today is your birthday, why aren't you so happy?" Coria patted Anton Saron on the shoulder, revealing his trademark smile.

Anton Salon, turning his head and looking at Coria quietly, as if there were only the two of them on this bustling street, "I don't know how to be happy, Coria." Looking at you like this now, I don't know how many more times I can watch like this!"

"Forever!" Koria said with a smile.

"It's not forever, Coria," Anton Sharon turned and looked across the street at the Tegel Cafe, "it's like a dream, I'm going to have a birthday." ”

"At least you're going to be happy tonight!" Koria pulled Anton Saron towards the door of the café.

"What about tonight?" said Anton Salon, as he was pulled forward by Koria, "because of happiness, you will feel pain." Short-lived happiness comes greater pain!"

The two of them walked into the Tegel Coffee House, and as soon as the door of the coffee house was closed, two tall figures in black robes appeared where they were standing.

"There were only three kids at the birthday party, so there was nothing to worry about, and I thought we could get rid of them. The slightly stronger man in black flashed his foot-long Hidden Blade.

"Let's report this to your lord first!" the other man in black tugged at the corner of his companion's sleeve, signaling him not to do so.

As the two spoke, they were quietly approached by a man dressed in purple academy robes and wearing a large hood, judging by his actions, a professionally trained assassin. Sure enough, before the two men in black could react, this guy had already jumped up, raised his right fist and swung it at the person near the corner of the street, and when the fist approached the opponent's neck, a hidden blade suddenly stretched out from the robe.

The crowd in the market was still bustling with people, and the guy in the college robe turned around and entered the alley, and when another man in black followed, he turned to look at each other again. The moonlight poured down the silver light and sprinkled it on the two of them, and the man in black realized that the person who stabbed his companion to death was actually a young man, although he couldn't see his face clearly, but the pair of black eyes under the hood seemed to shine with a dazzling light.

"Who are you?" asked the man in black.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you're going to die soon!" replied the young man in the academy robe, his voice nice but also a little arrogant.

The man in black sneered, drew the long sword at his waist, and slashed at the other party. Unexpectedly, the boy had already seen through his attack, and one turned his back to dodge lightly, and the moment he turned to face him, he used his Hidden Blade to cut the veins in his neck.

The man in black clutched his neck and fell to his knees, "Y-your-who are you?"

The boy took off his hood and showed a handsome face, this was Insominia, "Jax's student in Noxus, named Insominia Spellbreaker!" he whispered.

The man in black curled the corners of his mouth slightly and nodded, then fell sideways and left the tragic world.

"Jax even taught you the art of assassination!"

On the other side of the street, a middle-aged man's voice suddenly sounded, this guy's voice was very soft, but the power contained in the words would make people involuntarily fearful. Inthominia put away her Hidden Blade and rested her left hand on the hilt behind her back, her dark eyes staring intently at the place where the voice came from, where there were two dark figures, one tall and one short.

"Who are you?" said Inthominia, trying to see the faces of the two men, but it was too dim for him to find out. However, the force field emitted by the two of them can be felt from this distance. "This power, very familiar, must have been seen somewhere...... That's right, that night—" He suddenly remembered a scene.

"We're not bad guys, you helped us get rid of those two guys, we should thank you!" the middle-aged man's voice sounded again, and his tone was slightly softer than before.

"You're the one who hurt Anton Salon's eyes!" Insominia gritted his teeth, his right hand pulling out two thin, sharp daggers from his waist and throwing them at the two shadows. However, for some reason, the dagger, which was still flying in mid-air, melted little by little under the action of some force......

"You care so much about Anton Saron, why do you do this, just because he saved you?" said the middle-aged man, walking towards Insomina.

Insominia took two steps back, and he gradually saw the middle-aged man's face clearly, "That has nothing to do with you, why do you do this to Anton Sallon, what is his father's grudge against you?"

The middle-aged man stopped five feet from Insominia and took off the large hood on his head, and he was none other than Bezod. "Only pain can make a person grow, and he can only face his fate if he survives in a difficult environment!" Bezod said softly as he looked at the other party with a surprised expression.

"You're just like Master," Insominia adjusted his emotions, "you all think you can design a person's destiny, think you're a god!"

"There are some things you have to understand sooner or later!" Bezod turned and pointed to the guy who had followed. The silver moonlight gradually pierced the darkness around her, revealing a white gauze dress.

Inthominia looked at the man and couldn't help but grow his mouth, "You-you're not-"

"Standing in front of you is Anton Salon's aunt," Bezod chuckled, "Anton Saron is still the last relative alive in this world, but he will never know that he still has such a relative!"

"It turns out that you want to forge Anton Saron into the kind of person you want him to be!" Insominia frowned slightly, rolling his eyes and glaring at Bezod, who was a head taller than him, "It seems that I am the same, a pawn of yours, a pawn to ensure the fulfillment of the prophecy!"

"You actually know that there is a prophecy?" Bezod raised his eyebrows and slightly curled the corners of his mouth, "You've done a great job of gathering intelligence, Insominia!"

"It doesn't matter!" Inthominia took a step forward and deliberately lowered her voice, "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I'm going to be sure of something. Bezod whispered to Insomina.

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On the spacious second floor of the Tegel Café, there were only four people, Anton Saron, Anrela, Kolya and Tegel, who sat around a table by the window. There are no lights in the hall, but the floor-to-ceiling windows welcome the lights from the other merchants, and the huge red candle on the table for four people creates a wonderful and welcoming atmosphere. Anton Sharon felt the emotion called happiness again, and he tried not to think about how long it would last, and just enjoyed it quietly, even though it was really difficult.

"After tonight, our Anton will be fifteen years old! and he will be a man on the verge of heaven!" Annella handed Anton Sharon a golden cup full of black coffee, and then handed the same cup to Tegel beside him, except that it contained butterbeer.

"I think your parents would be happy if they were!" said Tegel, raising his glass and taking a big sip.

"I'd love to see them too—" Anton Saron choked suddenly, for some reason, at the mention of his parents, some sadness came to his heart.

"Happy birthday to Brother Anton!" Coria said with a smile as he suddenly lifted the cup in his hand, which was one size smaller than the others.

Anrela winked at Coria, then exchanged glances with Tegel, and they both raised their glasses at the same time. "Although our birthday party is not very grand, at least today you are the protagonist, put all your worries aside, let go and eat a big meal!" she said, picking up a slice of beef with a fork and stuffing it into Anton Salon's mouth.

Anton Salon, a little embarrassed by Anrela's sudden move, his cheeks flushed slightly, and he raised his glass in embarrassment, touching the other people's cups one by one. "Thank you, thank you!" he sipped on his cup of black coffee, then turned his head to glance out the window at the brightly lit market.

"Everything I have here today is free for you, but how much you can eat depends on your ability!" Tiger burst out laughing as soon as he finished speaking.

"Don't underestimate us!" Angela narrowed her eyes and smiled at Tegel, then used her knife and fork to divide the steak on her plate into portions.

"May I ask a question?" Korya's words gathered everyone's attention.

"Ask, little one!" Tiger crossed his hands over his chest and leaned back in his chair.

"Why—why isn't there a cake?" asked Korya.

Angela stopped what she was about to do and turned to look at Tegel on the side, who had intended to put the steak on Anton Saron's plate. Tegel was also looking at Angela at the moment, and the two looked at each other awkwardly for a long time.

"Sister Anrela!" Koria seemed to see something, and he tried to break the awkward atmosphere, "Can I ask for a steak?"

"Oh-oh, yes, of course!" Anrela woke up as she immediately slipped a steak into Coria's plate, her arm reaching back and nearly knocking over the candle on the table.

Anton Salon, who had been eating the food on his plate with his head down, as if the conversation had nothing to do with him, but he had already guessed the answer to Kolya's question.

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"Why don't you have a cake? It's your work again!" Inthominia asked Bezod, who was standing at the top of the stairs on the second floor of the café.

"Anton Saron didn't need a birthday party, so I sent someone to destroy the cake they had prepared beforehand. If it weren't for the girl named Angela, you'd never see a scene like this. Bezod replied.

Insominia chuckled, "I can run over and tell them all about it now!"

Bezod leaned down and brought his mouth to Insominia's ear, "Unfortunately, they can't see you, because you're already under my spell!"

"Your actions can't be described in a word that is excessive!" said Inthormina, turning her head slightly, her words full of disdain.

"The degree of a person's enlightenment depends on how much pain he endures. The reason why Anton Saron is able to answer other people's questions in the Summoner's Diary is precisely because he has learned a lot!" Bezod said softly.

"If it were possible, I think he would rather not understand these things and live an ordinary life. Insominia gave Bezod a vicious look behind him.

"You'll all thank me, someday in the future. Everything I do now is so that when that day comes, you will be able to face it calmly. With that, Bezod turned and walked down the stairs.

"Anton Salon's sixteenth birthday will have a cake, I swear!" Insominia shouted at Bezod's back.

Bezord paused and chuckled, "All the cake workshops will be demolished before then, I swear! ”

Two

Location: War College Medical Center. Time: Early evening. Characters: Mocha Amuel, Anrela

(¤Twoshot double shot shows the character, Angela cleaning up the bed in the hospital room, Mocha standing aside)

Mocha: This album - now it's back to its rightful owner. (Place the album on the bed in front of Angela, ¤ the camera pans to the album)

Anrela (picking up the book, ¤Angleon angled): Thank you, Mocha Amuel.

(¤Turn to Overshoulderangle from Anrela's angle)

Mocha: You can call me Mocha – well, whatever you want to call it.

(¤Angleon angle aligned with Aurella)

Angela: Mocha—(a little embarrassed) I think I'll call you the way I used to.

(¤ Rotate to Twoshot to show two people)

Mocha (with a serious expression): Anrila, there's one thing I have to tell you!

Anrela (slightly surprised): What is it?

Mocha (hesitated): I- I don't know what to say, anyway, beware of a League of Legends high-ranking person, his name is Bezord - especially your brother!

Anrila: Bezod? I think I've heard of the famous Summoning Mentor?

Mocha: One of the first Inquisitors of League of Legends, he is a very dangerous man with terrible magic!

Anrila (tentative): Can you - tell me some - why?

Mocha (Think): I'm sorry, not right now.

Angela: Alright then, I'll alert my brother. Don't worry, I won't let him get hurt!

(¤Angleon angled at Mocha Amuel)

Mocha (concern): What about you? You don't understand, your presence has disrupted some people's plans, and they- (anxious) they might get rid of you first!

(¤Angleon angle aligned with Aurella)

Anrila (looks down and smiles): Isn't there still you...... (Voice decreased)

(¤Angleon angles at Mocha Amuel, who is initially surprised, then turns his head to the side.) )

Mocha: Thank you for trusting me like that, Anrela.

(¤Turn to Overshoulderangle at Mocha angle)

Angela: Will you wait for me—(turns to leave)

(Oh, Anrela reappears with a cup of milk tea and hands it to Mocha with a smile)

(¤Reverseangle backshot angle shows two people)

Mocha (took the milk tea): Thank you——!

Anrila: You seem reluctant. I don't know what flavor you like, so I didn't put too much sugar, so if you don't like it, just let me know.

Mocha (smiles): As long as it's from you, I'll love it. Why did you think of giving me this, didn't your mother say that milk tea should be drunk for the people you love?

Anrila (bows her head and turns her head to the side): I'm — I don't have any relatives anymore. Only my brother, Mentor Regil, Koria and you. If you like it, I'll give it to you every day!

Mocha (pity and touch): That's the best! But if I have time, I'll probably come over and learn how to make it from you.

Angela (signature smile): I probably won't teach you!

Mocha (pretending to be angry): Why are you so stingy? Really, I thought you were a very generous person!

Angela: Oh, not a joke! You're a stingy person!

Mocha (laughs): Fool, I'm kidding me too—okay, on official business, I can't stay here for too long, goodbye, Angela!

Anrila: Again- (Mocha is gone) - goodbye!

Three

As the school year exams approached, the War College library became a gathering place for apprentices and trainee summoners, which were always deserted. The library is located in the central tower, the tallest of all the buildings. The first three floors of the tower are the library, and the fourth to seventh floors are the library, the difference between the two is that the library is not open to the public, and only special permission is required to enter the library to see the precious artifacts and collections. Fifteen years ago, the Central Tower suffered a fire, the worst accident ever caused by League of Legends. After the accident, the library was rebuilt and turned into what it is today, and many mysteries about the time have been forever sealed in history with the transformation of the place.

The library is arguably the most chic building in the War College. Entering through the main entrance of the central tower, one first passes through a twenty-foot-long red carpet, followed by fifteen gentle white jade staircases, at the end of which is the entrance to the library, but this entrance is located on the first and a half floors. The reason for this is to allow all those who enter the library to witness a visual spectacle. The spectacle consists of a fifteen-foot-wide vault that runs through the library, and sixty pairs of columns that support it on either side. If you're lucky enough to stand at this entrance, you'll see the round window at the end of the library, but you'll also feel like it's infinitely far away from you. Walking down a long stone staircase with a red carpet, you will come to the lobby on the first floor. In fact, the entire library has been bisected by this longitudinal corridor in front of you. There are two rows of bookshelves between each pair of columns and the wall, and all the lighting fixtures are concentrated near the bookshelves, and some of them are automatically angled. Everyone who comes to the library for the first time will ask the same question, "Where is the third floor?", and the absurdity is that they would never know how to get to the third floor without a guide. It turned out that the cunning designers set the entrance to the third floor on the wall between the two rows of bookshelves on the second floor. This is no ordinary wall, anyone who walks through it will reach the third floor, which is actually a place where everyone reads books, there are as many as 500 sets of tables and chairs to choose from, and in the center of the hall there is a machine from Zaun that serves a variety of drinks and coffee. However, most people are afraid to drink what the machine spits out, fearing that they will become the next Dr. Mondo*.

"You'll be a trainee summoner next month, Krya!" Anton Saron said to Koria beside him as he flipped through the Practical Magic Encyclopedia in his hand.

"I don't have to pass the exam!" said Coria without looking up, busy with his homework left by Tutor Krosos.

"Have faith in yourself, you're the best summoner of your age!" Anton Saron patted Korya on the shoulder.

"Really?" said Kolya, still not looking up.

"Of course!" Anton Saron put the Encyclopedia of Practical Magic back in its place and opened the textbook for the Theory of Magic class.

Before they knew it'd been lunchtime, Anton Saron and Koria didn't feel hungry, in fact, they would get jet lag as soon as they got into the library, and many times they didn't know that a whole day had passed until the administrator reminded them that the door was closing. There were more people around, and some unruly summoners always liked to shout loudly and destroy the otherwise quiet environment. Although everyone hates such people, they dare not speak out, because those guys are nobles with prominent family backgrounds.

Anton Salon, who was so distracted that he closed his book and looked around, Asrema was the first acquaintance to come into view. As a nobleman, Asrema can be called perfect, with excellent grades and good looks, so he is the center of attention wherever he goes, especially girls. Although he and the "most beautiful summoner" Aroni are public lovers, the girls will still give him star-like treatment. Asrema usually frequents the library, which sets him apart from all the nobles, and is a "power-hungry madman" to anyone who witnesses how obsessed with magic is.

"What's going on there? Is it somebody visiting here?"

"You don't have to guess to know that it's Asrema, the nobleman of Noxus!"

"Eroni's lover!? It seems that both of them like to mess with flowers!"

"Asrema is okay, but that Eroni is really not flattering!"

......

Anton Saron looked at Asrema from a distance, who was still calm and calm surrounded by a group of girls, and there was some envy in his heart, this envy was not because the other party had won the favor of the opposite sex, but the sense of superiority that became the focus of everyone was what he desperately desired.

"What's the matter?——" Coria interrupted Anton Saron's thoughts, and he also saw Asrema at this moment, "Well, this is a common thing, many girls come to the library just to see him!"

"What did he rely on?" said Anton Saron in a low voice, staring at Asrema deadly.

Coria looked at Anton Ssalon in surprise, then turned to look at Asrema in the distance, "Brother Anton, you-"

"I'm fine, Coria. I should still see myself. Anton Saron opened the textbook again, pretending to be a serious reciter.

Koria was a little relieved by Anton Salon, and although he understood that the boy, who was two years older than himself, was desperate to prove himself, he was also a little worried that this emotion would cause him to do something out of the ordinary. However, by this time, only he could come up with some solutions.

"How about going to Tutor Tegel's café with Sister Annella in the evening?" Koria squinted her eyes and smiled as she pressed her hand against Anton Saron's textbook.

"No need," Anton Saron said coldly, "I still have important things to do, you can go find your sister yourself." “

"You're going to practice magic, right? But you've mastered flashing, so don't be in such a hurry!", Koria tugged at the corner of Anton Saron's coat.

"At the end of this school year, one of our trainee summoners will get the griffin crest and become an official summoner directly, I want to seize this opportunity!" Anton Saron took out a small notebook from his pocket, which was a notebook he carried with him, on which he recorded some observations and experiences, including daily plans.

"Brother Anton thinks he has a chance to get the griffon crest, right?" asked Coria softly.

"What?!" Anton Saron's face turned gloomy, and a pair of green eyes glared at the boss, "You also think I'm a useless person, right!?"

"No—no! How could I!" Koria became nervous, her already flushed cheeks reddening, "I'm sorry, my brother!

"Alright!" Anton Sharon staggered up from his seat, and several summoners around him gave him a surprised look.

"Anton-brother-" Koria tried to grab Anton Saron, but the other party walked too fast and blended into the crowd.

"Don't worry, he's already regained some confidence!"

Coria turned her head to look at the man who had just spoken, and her clear blue eyes widened. It's a girl with burgundy hair, and it's probably not magic that's the cause of this color. Like Coria, she has a melon seed face, and although she is not particularly beautiful, she is also well-shaped and tall. What's more, this girl has a silver iris and black pupils, which are rare for such special eyes.

"Does this sister know Brother Anton?" Koria asked, wondering if the girl's eyes were magically modified.

"Of course, I've known him for almost two years. The girl replied that she was now looking at Coria with her special eyes.

"My name is Coria, Anton's brother's roommate and his best friend!" Koria politely bowed to the girl.

"Hello, Coria, my name is Elirena. Elirina also introduced herself.

"Sister Elirena, what do you mean—what do you just say?" Coria was a little cramped, he did it every time he talked to a girl, much like Anton Saron.

"When a person learns to be jealous, he proves that he puts himself on an equal footing with others!" said Elirina, who seemed to like Coria a little, and involuntarily pinched the other's flushed face as she spoke.

"Oh-" Coria felt his cheeks burn as he touched the spot where Elirena had been pinched.

"Oh, I'm sorry—" Elirina smiled awkwardly, realizing that she had just acted a little rudely.

"No—it doesn't matter. Coria narrowed her eyes and smiled at the other.

"Hehe, the smile that dissolves everything-" Elirina tried to replicate Koria's smile, but it was really hard, and she cleared her throat, "I think- you should go to your brother Anton-"

Four

Aroni sat on a bench hand in hand with a young man dressed in aristocratic attire, this man was not Asrema, in fact, he looked ten years older than Arroni, but he was quite good-looking.

"I'm thinking about what to give you," the nobleman said, stroking Eroni's cheek with his fingers, but Eroni seemed to cater to the teasing.

"Nothing is worthy of me, I think you better give me your soul!" Eloni rested her head on the nobleman's shoulder, letting the other's hands linger wherever she was.

"I've given it to you, baby—" The nobleman closed his eyes slightly, he had entered a certain state, a satisfaction created by some real touch.

"By the way, what's your name?" asked Aroni suddenly.

"My name is Angoura, and I am a nobleman from Ionia. The nobleman named Angula replied.

"Ionian names have always been so strange?" Eroni looked disdainful, she broke free of Angula's holding hands, "I heard that Ionia is a country of etiquette, it seems that you are indeed a novice!"

"None of this matters, the important thing is that I can bring you happiness!" Angula smiled indescribably indescribably, making him a little disgusted.

"Of course - none of that matters!"

Arconi and Angula were startled by the sudden sound, and before they could react, a tall figure burst out from behind them, knocking Angula to the ground. Arroni came to her senses, only to realize that it was Asrema.

"You—" Arrowney took two steps back, her cheeks flushing.

"Unexpectedly, I got you right, what else do you have to explain?" Asrema pinned Angula's left arm behind his back and pressed his left knee against his palm.

"Listen to me, dear!" said Arrowny, looking nervous, with a few beads of sweat on her forehead.

"I can't believe the rumors, but I can't believe my own eyes!" Aslema raised her eyebrows, her cheeks turning like burning coals of fire with anger.

"You either go to Marzaha's office or the library every day!, don't you allow me to relieve my loneliness?!" Eloni was also angry, she had been squeamish all her life, her voice became very harsh, and then looking at her round eyes and pointing at her feet, there was no love and beauty at all.

Anton Salon, who was hiding in the grass not far away, witnessed all this, and for the first time he saw Eroni like this, he couldn't help but wonder if he really knew Elony.

"Do you have the right to be angry with me?" Asrema stood up and glared at Ironi beside her, a terrifying gaze.

"Anyway-" Eroni couldn't resist Asrema's momentum, and her tone softened a little, "I love you—they—" She pointed to Angula lying on the ground, "It's just a pet in my eyes!"

"Pet!?" Asrema and Angula uttered the word in unison, and at about the same time, Anton Saron, who was not far away, also let out such an exclamation.

"Eroni, you've changed, or I've never known you, the real you!" Asrema pointed at Eloni, his blue eyes glittering with disdain and contempt that burned Eloni deeply.

Eroni burst into tears, and she wanted to run over and hug her lover, and then tell him how much she regretted and loved. But - she didn't have the courage to do so. "Honey—you can't do this to me—please!" she fell to her knees and began to cry.

"Eroni!" Asrema walked up to Eroni, took off the ring on her hand, and slammed it on Eroni's head, "People like you don't deserve love, your love is not love, it's a curse!"

"Honey, please give me a chance!?" Eroni endured the pain from being hit by the ring just now and hugged Asrema on the calf, "I really love you—really!"

"How many pets do you need?" asked Angula on the side, getting up from the ground and clutching his injured arm.

Asrema looked at Angula, then turned to look at Eroni, who was hugging her calf, "Let go, if you don't want to get hurt, let go!"

Erroni was dumbfounded by Angula's question, and she dropped her arm around Asrema and stared blankly at the golden meadow of the setting sun.

Asrema and Angula are gone, leaving Aroni alone on the ground. At this moment, Anton Salon, who had been hiding in the distance to witness what had just happened, stepped out, stopped in front of Arroni, and bent down to pick up Asrema's lost ring.

"You're probably not wrong. Anton Salonn whispered.

"Anton Saron, can you do something for me?" Eloni struggled to her feet, looking directly at Anton Saron with her red, swollen eyes, her tone was very low, much to the surprise of the other party.

Anton Salons only felt his heart beat faster, and his brain instantly lost the ability to think, "Of course you can-" This sentence was said by instinct.

"Fight Asrema for the griffin crest, he's always wanted that, he thinks it's proof of his strength!" said Aroni before leaving.

"Eronie!" Anton Sharon called Eroni, who didn't even know why he was doing it, "Am I your next pet?"

"I don't have a disgusting, uninformed, tasteless pet like you!" Eloni's tone was unusually cold, and this coldness could reach the depths of the other person's soul and freeze everything in it.

"She's using us!"

This is Scottzer's voice, it turns out that Anton Ssalon has been using Scottze's power to maintain the Eye of the Heart. Although this guy hasn't appeared for a long time, the despair and pain it brings will never seem to change.

"I'll do my best to accommodate your request, but if I fail, I hope you won't blame me!" said Anton Sharon towards Elonie's back.

"I didn't expect you to make it! I just want to make myself feel better!" said Aroni, who was much softer than before.

Five

"Brother Anton—you haven't eaten for a day! you're going to fall!" shouted Koria from the sidelines.

Anton Salon, pretending not to hear, his eyes covered with a red cloth, and at this moment, he was using his arm to block the attack of a wooden club. Attack the machine from Hextech, which, as long as the force is set, will imitate the movement of a human swinging a club, attacking the object in front of it from all angles. Anton Salon's arms were swollen like steamed buns, and sweat had soaked through his robes, but he didn't seem to have any intention of stopping.

"I don't feel anything...... I don't feel anything......" Anton Saron kept saying this, trying to counteract some of the pain with psychological suggestion.

There were tears in the corners of Korya's eyes, and the tortilla he was holding in his arms was already cold, but he was still stupidly warming himself with his body.

"How long has he been like this?" said Inthonya, who had appeared beside Coria at some point.

"It's been a few days!" Coria looked at Insominia as if she saw some hope, "I just found him, he seems to have not eaten or rested for days!"

"Is this the secret of your progress, practicing hard?" asked Insominia.

Coria nodded slightly, "Brother Anton is too eager to prove himself, although he doesn't say anything, but he desperately wants to be recognized by everyone, so he often forgets to rest and eat. “

"This is the act of a madman—" Insominia did not finish the rest of his sentence when a loud cracking sound interrupted him.

"Ice Shoot, Brother Anton's spell is even more powerful!" Koria looked at the metal fragments scattered on the ground not far away, as well as incomplete screws.

"It's amazing that he's learned this advanced spell!" Insominia exclaimed.

"Brother Anton will be very happy to hear you say this about him!" Koria smiled at Insominia, but the tear-stained smile made him feel a little pitiful.

"Don't tell him I've been here, besides, he can't beat Asrema, that guy is not what it used to be!" Insominia patted Coria on the shoulder.

"Brother Anton accepted Sister Eloni's request, so he had to do something!" said Coria.

"Eroni is much smarter than he is!" Insominia chuckled.

Anton Saron continued to practice spells and hand-to-hand combat, unaware that Insominia had arrived, and in fact, he was the only one on the stage of Sock in his eyes. Countless times he collapsed from exhaustion, and countless times he struggled to get up from the ground, rewielding his sword, or condensing magic with his hands folded. The moon had gradually risen to the position of the midday sun, and Koria and Insominia had left, but Anton Saron continued to practice tirelessly, until he fainted and collapsed on the soft grass of the Onisok Terrace......

The sky was white, and Anton Sharon didn't know how long he had been lying on the cold grass when a tall figure in a red robe walked towards him and leaned down to pick him up. In his confusion, Anton Sharon saw a gold wyvern accessory studded with blue magic crystals......

Six

Anton Sharon and the trainee summoner of the same school year both passed the exam, and he also achieved good results in this exam, many people were not convinced, but they couldn't say anything. Early this morning, everyone was summoned to the Ghost Sok Stand by the four mentors of Droke, Sivir, Marzaha, and Kieran, and everyone knew that one of them would receive the griffin crest and become an official summoner. This means that one person can skip the next five years of study and get directly involved in a part of the Alliance.

"It seems that we are out of play, and it must be Asrema who has won the griffon crest this time!"

"Or Insomina!"

"I'd love to see a duel between two people, it must be exciting!"

"Hey, we're all hard-working people, but we just met two geniuses!"

......

"Alright, my young summoners!" Mentor Drok waved his hands to signal quiet, his mustache looked like it had just been trimmed, "I think everyone knows the reason why we let you come here today! I don't want to find out who revealed the news in advance, but in fact, I can find out, and I will definitely lock him up in confinement after finding out! Moreover, he is not allowed to eat or facilitate during the confinement!"

"I think you're off topic, Drook!" Sivir kicked Drok in the leg in the back, grinning in pain.

"There's a shrew kicking me in the back! you know!" Droproke said, then turned his head and glared at Sivir, and the "shrew——!" apprentice summoners immediately laughed.

"You wait! I mean you're going to have a great day!" Sivir hugged his shoulders and twisted his head to the side, disdain written on his face.

"Well, I'll be at home tonight for you!" Droplock grinned wickedly as he bared his front teeth.

"I don't want to waste my time here!" Marzaha whispered.

Dropok glanced at Marzaha, swallowed dryly, nodded at the other party, and then turned to face the apprentice summoners, "I will issue the griffin crest to one of you, only one of you, and we have made up our minds! If there is any objection, just go to Mentor Marzaha, he will make you die very miserably!" Drok subconsciously glanced at Malzaha, and when he noticed that the other party was staring at him, he couldn't help but shudder, "Okay- this person- It's none other than Asrema from Noxus!"

The trainee summoners clapped formally, they had expected this to be the outcome, so they reluctantly accepted it. Asrema happily walked out of the crowd, bowed formally, and walked over to Mentor Drook, ready to take the griffon crest. However, at this moment, another person walked out of the crowd.

"Wait a minute!" shouted Anton Saron, all of whom looked at him in amazement, "Asrema, I wish to duel with you, the griffin coat of arms belongs to the victor!"

"Anton Salon's crazy!" Bangard beckoned to his close friends below.

"Anton Salon!" Asrema pointed to Anton Salon's nose, "what do you want to do?"

"Asrema, like you, I, too, use my own strength to prove my existence, gain everyone's respect, and become the focus of everyone!" Anton Saron finished this sentence in a very fast tone, and everyone present was amazed by this.

"You're already the center of attention!" Asrema said with a serious expression, but his words were clearly mocking Anton Saron.

"The kind of fame that comes with sacrificing one's dignity is not what I want!" Anton Saron frowned, he tried to make himself stare into Asrema eyes and speak, "That kind of person will always be the laughing stock of others, and live sadly forever!"

"Alright!" Asrema chuckled, "I accept, I'll duel you with all my might, at least for this moment you- still worthy of my respect!"

"Thank you!" said Anton Sharon as he blindfolded himself with a red cloth.

"I don't take advantage of you!" Asrema grabbed the corner of his coat and ripped off a piece of cloth, blindfolding himself in the same way.

The duel between the two began, and although Asrema had no vision, his attack was still extremely powerful, and a metal rod seemed to be a part of his body, and with the swing of the metal rod, the air pressure around him changed slightly. However, to everyone's surprise, Anton Salon, although he only held the sword in his hand as a passive defense, these defenses were very accurate and left enough room to counterattack, however, he did not seem to have learned to fight back.

Seeing that hand-to-hand combat was difficult to win for a while, Asrema took a few steps back, ready to seal the victory with a spell. However, Anton Saron made a move that he didn't expect! Anton Saron actually appeared next to him with a flash spell, and raised his long sword to hit him with his head and face. Asrema unleashed her opponent's sword and slammed it across the metal rod.

"Secret Method: Ice Blast!"

A cloud of pale blue magical power flew towards Asrema at an alarming speed, and since Aslema had no vision, he couldn't dodge it, and was hit right by Anton Saron's spell.

"Is this—Ice Blast!?"

"When did Anton Saron learn this spell!"

"It's incredible! This guy can use such advanced magic!"

"What's this, this magic can't hurt anyone, you see! Asrema has already stood up!"

"Don't underestimate this spell!"

......

Asrema did stand up, but he trembled as if he had fallen into a hole in the ice. Not to mention attacking, it is difficult to even stand still. Anton Saron did not continue his attack, he threw away the long sword in his hand and walked straight towards Asrema...... Asrema didn't give the other party any chance, and with the last of his strength, he grabbed Anton Saron by the neck and pressed him to the ground.

"Trust her again!" Anton Saron pulled out a sterling silver ring from his pocket, "She may have a lot of bad things, but her heart is already with you!"

Asrema took off the blindfolded strip of cloth, and when he saw the ring on Anton Salon's hand, his mind went blank for a moment. He froze there for a moment before turning his head to the side, and for some reason, the first thing he saw was Eroni mixed in the crowd, "The ring is here for you first, I'm afraid I'll throw it away again!"

"Then I'll keep it for you first!" Antonsa solemnly put the ring in his pocket, "I do envy you, but that's just envy, I know I'm bad! If I could, I would really like to swap identities with you for a day, and this is my wish from the moment I first met you." “

Asrema didn't speak, he let go of the hand that was holding Anton Saron's neck and tried to stand up. At that moment, Anton Saron put a thin knife into Asremma's hand, grabbed the other man's wrist, and stabbed the knife into his shoulder.

"Y-what are you doing-" Asrema's eyes widened, he never imagined that Anton Saron would behave like this.

Anton Saron put his index finger to his lips and motioned for Asrema not to make a sound, "I will never be able to beat you in my life, the griffin crest is yours!"

Asrema lowered her head, jerked to her feet, and helped Anton Salon, who was lying on the ground, to his feet. "I never accept handouts from anyone, and if I have the chance, I will have a fair duel with you!", he said, holding Anton Salon's hand tightly, which was the usual Debon etiquette used by Anton Salon.

Seven

Summoner's Diary, HN1035

☆ BIG NEWS: A summoner has developed a healing spell that can be used continuously!

☆ Rain Love Song Column: "Confidant" Rain Man is willing to be everyone's friend

☆ Interview with Infinite Healing developer Daze - People like to call me "Dumb"!

☆ Unspeakable stupidity: "Shadow of the Night" Tyrell joins League of Legends

☆ Noxus Political Shady Reveal Issue 25: The Theory of Wealth Equilibrium

☆ Katerina: If you marry Galen, you'll kill him that night!

☆ This month's gossip quote: Your wife has two husbands!

☆ The first issue of "Ionian Travel Diary" edited by Michelia

☆ Goddess in charge - who is the most beautiful heroine in your heart?

☆Valoran Corrupt Officials Directory No. 252: Anglova, a high-ranking official of the Ankaria faction - his wish before death is to "accept another bribe"

☆Hex's Killing Technology - Detailed Explanation of the Performance of the Giant War Firebolt (1)

☆ Survival Code Issue 227: Nedley tells you to "never be a house cat"!

☆ Ranger Poet Wide Angle

Summary of the highlights of the HN1035 issue of "Summoner's Diary".

It is well known that under the constraints of the "Alcaya Law", it is impossible for the same spell to be cast consecutively, and the vacuum time between two casts of the same spell is called "spell cooldown". However, there are times when the law doesn't take effect in certain circumstances, such as a battle that took place in the Land of Justice five days ago.

No one is unaware of that battle, where a summoner named Daze is representing Noxus, and the hero he summons is Ezreal. A surprising scene occurred in the third minute of the battle, when Daze frequently used healing spells to heal Ezreal and his teammates, and because it was cast continuously, the five heroes on Demacia's side were unable to do any damage to them! After the incident, the Demacia War Committee filed a complaint with the League of Legends Chamber and demanded an explanation from the League of Legends. The Coalition's higher-ups then sent Inquisitors to investigate, and it was revealed that Daze had modified the Crystal Mirror Enchantment to achieve a continuous cast of spells. Since the Crystal Mirror has been left unattended, it can be easily manipulated, which can be a violation of the fairness of the battle or a threat to the lives of the heroes.

Here's an explanation of crystal mirroring, many people don't know how it works. The Land of Justice is a completely magically controlled battlefield, where there are no real injuries and deaths, and no heroes really destroy war facilities. All of this is achieved by the mirror image of the crystal, which negates all damage, and although it may seem that some things are indeed destroyed, these are just human illusions. Due to the power of this mirror spell, it requires multiple summoners to cast spells together to maintain it. The enchantment of the Crystal Mirror Mirror covers the entire land of justice, and the fools of League of Legends never pay attention to the enchantment on the ground because they don't know much about such a spell, and Daze's actions remind them once again that arrogance can have serious consequences!

-- The reporter's report of this magazine

Rain Man:

I'm a summoner who has been assigned a position by League of Legends, I work in the War Office, and I'm an editor of the League Field Report. I haven't been here for long, but I'm under pressure. The two guys I worked with were very arrogant, and they bullied me a lot because I was new. Throw all the work to me, and ask me to buy them breakfast and lunch, and bring clothes to their children who are still apprentices at the War College. Every time I do a good job, they don't say hello and just change it, and after the change is done, they send it to the unqualified, so they put the responsibility on me! I'm going crazy! I really don't want to do it, what should I do, Rain Man?

- Beasley Angeled

Dear Beasley,

First of all, thank you for your support of the Summoner's Diary and the Rain Songs column, and thank you for believing in me personally.

Although I don't have a job yet and don't know much about certain things, I believe that people are always equal. If we can't live in peace, it must be that one side has not put itself in the right position, exalted itself too highly, and looked down on others too much. Encountering this situation, I think you have two ways to solve it. First, find an opportunity to talk to them calmly, share your thoughts with them, and listen to what they have to say. I think there are no absolutely unreasonable people in this world, it's just that we don't accept others from our hearts. Second, make achievements so that they have to recognize your ability and value. When people stay in one place for a long time, they will have a sense of superiority, and this sense of superiority will make them forget who they are little by little. When a newcomer comes to an environment they are already familiar with, they tend to think that they are seniors, and their experience and abilities are higher than the other party, so they will look down on the newcomer.

Probably what you've encountered, a lot of people go through, and although I don't know much about it, a lot of people around me say that. Since it is something that can be experienced by all human beings, there is no reason for us to fear and run away from it, because it is meaningless. Do we have to admit that we are worse than everyone else?

—Rain Man, June 25 at the War College

This is an exclusive interview with Summoner's Diary with Daiz, who has been imprisoned in Crystal Prison by League of Legends...... Despite his poor mental state (possibly under torture), Daz gladly accepted our confidential interview. The interview was short, but it was wonderful!

Q: Hello, Daze, do you feel like League of Legends is taking your penalty too hard?

Dyze: I think they're playing by the rules, but I say I'm doing what I deserve.

Q: What do you mean by effectiveness?

Dyze: Look, I'm a celebrity now! I've won several battles with Infinite Healing!

Q: But it doesn't matter if you face life in prison?

Dyze: Do you want to live in obscurity and envy others, or do you want to be the center of attention, even if it's only for a few days? I did make it through the battle in the Land of Justice, but I also warned the arrogant summoners in League of Legends! And, at the moment of battle, I left all my opponents helpless, and I seemed like a god in their eyes! You are unlikely to feel this way in your life!

Q: Your answer was really eye-opening, can you tell us a little bit about how you discovered the vulnerability in the crystal mirror?

Dyze: Let me tell you, as long as it is made by people, there will be omissions, there will be mistakes! Because there is no perfect person in this world, there is no perfect man-made thing! As long as you are careful enough, you will find those loopholes, some of which seem inconspicuous, but once they are exploited, the consequences are unimaginable!

Q: Mr. Dyze, your words today really taught me a lesson, and I hope League of Legends will forgive you!

Dyze: Don't call me Mr. Dyze, they all like to call me "Dumb", I love the name!

△ Explanation: "Dull God" is the translation of godofdaze, and the word Daze-daze means "daze".

—Courtesy of a brave reporter of this magazine

If you compare Noxus to a village of 100 people, there will be 78 women and 22 men. If you can eat three meals a day, you will be one of the same twenty people, and if you are free to live as you want, there are seventeen others who are as happy as you are. In this village, there are seven very wealthy people who own 95% of the village's wealth, and 24 people consume 78% of the village's resources, but there are still 15 people who do not even have clean water.

......

If you are a Noxian man, you can be captured as a worker or soldier, or die of disease and starvation, and if you are a Noxian woman, you can be taken away from your honor by a high-ranking sergeant or sold to a "comfort house" at any time. All this just because you are poor, because you are going to share 5% of the country's wealth with 93% of the Noxians!Now, if you are given a butcher's knife, you can choose one of the following three people to kill, which one will you choose?A. Senior official of the Order Party. B。 Big chaebol. C。 Senior generals of the army.

-- Noxus Political Shady Revelation Issue 25: The Theory of Wealth Equilibrium

Recently, Caterina and Galen, who have been in the spotlight, have been in the spotlight, and although both have denied the "engagement", their scandals have not decreased. It is indeed an era of peace, but because of the long-term opposition between Demacia and Noxus, the contradictions and hatred between the peoples have not diminished in the slightest. In fact, in the nearly forty years since League of Legends was founded, the two nations have been engaged in military expansion, and they have continued to conquer small tribes and ranger groups in the vicinity to expand their territory.

In a recent interview with Noxus Industrial Age, Caterina said: "Even if you marry Galen, there will only be one purpose, which is to kill him on the wedding night! Because to solve Galen is equivalent to killing an elite army in Demacia!"

-- The report of this magazine

Recently, on the third day of the famous "Goddess - Who's the Most Beautiful Heroine in Your Heart?", a group of dead kids from the War College, our powerful journalist community has obtained the latest statistics through special means, and the top three heroines are: Naga, LeBlanc and Miss Doom.

But in such a selection, it is nothing new for Naga to become the first place, any man covets her beauty, although it is rumored that she used magic to modify her appearance, but we only focus on the result. However, the election of Miss Doom did come as a bit of a surprise. Our journalist community made a special inquiry, and it turned out that Miss Doom's recent outfit called "Wild West" has won the favor of many people. Miss Doom, who has always been arrogant, never accepts interviews in newspapers and magazines, and rarely appears in public. But I have to say that "Wild West" reflects her sexy and charming side, which makes people have a new understanding of it. The following dialogue is purely fictitious, and Summoner's Diary is not responsible for any consequences arising from reprinting.

Naga: I'm not interested in being the first to be the first place like this anymore!(Uh-huh~ next time whoever says that my appearance was modified by magic, I'll turn him into a pig!and use it to make sausages!)

LeBlanc: Even though I'm a little older, people are still so enthusiastic about me, especially the little bolds at the War College! Well, I'll admit, I'm kind of fond of them!

Miss Doom: Keep your mouth shut, little ghost! If you dare to say that I'm not pretty, the next second, you'll find yourself being shot into a sieve!(What!?Do you think I'm joking?Well, you got it right, I'm not that cruel!)

——Contributed by the journalists' association

The last time we exposed Pichus, a corrupt official of the Ancalya faction of the Order of Noxus, as expected, Lord Ancalya immediately conducted a thorough investigation of Pichus, confiscated all his family property, and sent a family of more than 30 to prison. Picus himself died by a punishment, which is said to be a kind of torture in which the intestines are pulled out, and it is difficult not to die without suffering such a punishment!

This time we exposed Anglova, who was very unlucky, and as soon as our members of the community got the evidence of his corruption, Lord Ankaria contacted us, and we handed over the evidence to her. By the day we went to press, all 51 members of Anglova's family had been imprisoned, and his two murderous sons had been brought to justice on the spot. In the future, we will collect more evidence of such officials and make their shady deeds public. We believe that there will always be justice in this world, and the power of justice will wipe them out one by one!

——From the members of the club of this magazine