Section 8: The Eye of the Heart

"There are always people who show up with us and become new friends, and there are always people who leave our vision and never appear again. It's like a bus, when you get on the bus, you get on and you get off, maybe the moment we reach the end, we are the only ones left in the bus, maybe we are always alone on the bus. The rapidly changing scenery outside the window and the hurried faces in the car will be forgotten when we get out of the car, because at that time we only remember the ultimate road to death, which is life. 」

[Introduction to the characters in this section]

Anton Saron: The protagonist of this book, a suspected descendant of the Invoker family (one of Valoran's three summoner families in the novel), a trainee summoner at the War College, is jokingly called "the most giftless summoner". Prior to this section, he had gone blind by using a forbidden spell to save his companions.

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 demise.

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.

Eloni: 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.

Jax: A famous hero of League of Legends, known as the "Master of Weapons", and the mentor of Insomina.

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

Coria: War College apprentice, Anton Salon's new roommate.

Xavier: A famous hero of League of Legends, known as the "Goddess of War", she was the instructor of the hand-to-hand combat class at the War College.

Ghost Thork: One of the three disciples of League of Legends founder Exio, the last Guardian of the Mystic Technique of Mayoris, disappeared during a secret mission fourteen years ago (see "Side Story: Guardian of the Secret Technique of Mayoris")

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One

Although after a month of treatment, Anton Salon's eyes did not improve, he still felt that someone had put a pair of ground-glass glasses on him, and when there was light, he could barely feel the presence of his eyes, and if it was at night, he would become completely blind. Now, for example, the cold moonlight shines through the pointed arched glass windows, casting the shadows of the window patterns on the wall opposite Anton Saron. If he had been in the old days, he would have looked at this scene carefully and imagined it. But at this moment, the green eyes hidden in the darkness were full of despair and pain.

"Scottzer, please lend me an eye. Anton Salonn whispered. He was actually the only one in the spacious hospital room, but his eyes, which had lost sight, seemed to be able to see things that ordinary people could not.

"It's our birthday, Anton Saron, let's take a look at this cold world, who will remember, and who will help us?" A voice sounded in the ward that was colder than moonlight, it was Scottzer, "the other" Anton Saron.

"Oh, yes," Anton Saron sighed, and he saw the moonlight on the opposite wall, and everything in the room.

"Only Scottzer remembers, poor us, miserable world, cold moonlight! We're going to curse all this, yes, all this!" Scottzer said angrily, his tone chilling a little.

"Insol promised to come and see me. Anton Saron turned his head and looked out the window at the last quarter moon hanging high in the sky, "It seems that he will not keep his promise." ”

"Don't trust anyone! Anton Ssalon, we can only keep our trust to ourselves! we want to make them suffer the same!" said Scottzer.

"I'd rather believe it, but alas—" Anton Salon, who paused and looked at the door alarmingly, "Scottzer, hide, Insol is coming!"

There was no one else in the room but Anton Salon, so there was no one to hide, but judging by his eyes and expression, there was indeed a Scotter who only he could see. About ten seconds later, Insominia opened the door and walked in, wearing a beige travel cloak and carrying a seven-foot-long sword behind his back.

"Hello. Anton Saron said in a stiff tone, and it felt like he was talking to himself.

Inthomiña turned on the two wall lamps in the room and looked at Anton Salon, his brow furrowing, "You-can see me!?" he said because Anton Salon, his image was reflected in his eyes.

"Scottzer borrowed my eyes. Anton Saron's tone still sounded like he was talking to himself.

"Scottzer!?" Insomina's brow furrowed even tighter, "Is it really—the Eye of the Heart!?"

"Insol!" Anton Saron suddenly pointed at Insominia, "I can see your soul, and everything about you!"

Insominia took two steps back and looked at Anton Salon, he had never had such an expression before, "Anton Salon—are you really—"

"A descendant of the family of the Invokers?" said Anton Saron for Insomina.

"Alright, Anton," Inthominia adjusted his emotions, "I don't think we should talk about this anymore, and now that you can see it, I'm relieved." ”

"Don't make excuses for your indifference!" said Anton Saron suddenly in a loud voice, stunned as Sominia did not expect him to speak like this.

"No," Insominia took a deep breath, suppressing the anger she had just generated, "I just wanted to inform the others, they miss you. ”

"Worried!?" said Anton Saron in a sarcastic tone, "I've waited so long, and no one has ever come to visit me!"

"We all have our own things to do, no one will always watch over you!Don't think that you saved us, you are important!" Insominia finally couldn't suppress his anger, he stared at Anton Ssalon's thin body with an extremely serious expression, "If you hold a grudge against us for this, I think you are too vexatious!"

Anton Salon's heartstrings were touched hard by Insomina's words, and he lowered his head, realizing that he had just said something very wrong, but Scottzer's voice rang in his ears again, "We are not wrong!

"It's probably us who are selfish, Scottze," Anton Saron accidentally uttered.

Inthony ignored Anton Salon's words, he took out two copies of "Calling is a Diary" from his coat pocket and put them on the table in front of the bed, and then adjusted his mood: "Since you can see it, I won't read it for you." There are a lot of really good articles in this place that can help you get out of the shadows!"

"I'll take a closer look. Anton Saron echoed in his usual tone, and picked up The Summoning is a Diary.

"And this," Insominia put another large blank piece of paper on the bed in front of Anton Saron, "this is the subject we will choose for the next academic year, the theory of magic, the spell class, and the melee combat class are compulsory, starting with the history of magic class and astrology is optional, you can choose two." At the bottom, there are also special talents, music, painting and literature, you can choose one or two, or not. ”

"Thank you!" Anton Sharon picked up the blank piece of paper and looked at the words on it.

"I'll come tomorrow at noon to pick up this form," Insominia said as she walked towards the door, "You'll be a Trainee Summoner at the War College as of February 28th. ”

Anton Saron took a pen from under his pillow and quickly ticked it off the paper, seeing that he wanted to finish the job before Insominia left, "Wait a minute, you can not use it tomorrow at noon, and now you can take this paper with you." ”

Insominia turned around and glanced at Anton Saroon, then took the form and skimmed through it, "You have to choose carefully, once you submit it, you can't modify it." ”

Anton Salon, chuckled, "Do you think a blind man can be a summoner?How do I get to class?How do I come back?How do I face the others!?" Large tears welled up from his eyes, down his cheeks and onto the hem of his shirt.

Insominia suddenly understood, and at this moment, Anton Salon, lost his sight again, because those green eyes were full of confusion and helplessness. "Is the eye of the mind connected to the dark side of man? To open the eye of the mind is to subjugate the will to the dark side, and once he begins to resist, he will go blind again. It seems that all powerful spells and abilities come at a price. Thinking of this, he walked up to Anton Saron's side, "Then let us be your eyes." ”

Anton Salon's green eyes suddenly widened, and his hands groped in mid-air, until he was grasped by Inthonya's big strong hands, and he lowered his head and immediately wept.

"There are always people in this world who like us and love us, and no one is truly alone. Salamod stroked Anton Saron's head with his large, rough hands.

"But why don't I have any friends?" asked Anton Salon, dumbfounded.

"You've got friends, lad!" said Salamod laughing, baring out his two front teeth.

"Who is it?" said Anton Saron, looking a little puzzled.

"Anrila and me!" Salamod suddenly said seriously, "True friends will stand by your side at all times, you may not be able to see them in normal times, but at critical moments, these people may give everything for you, even if it is life!"

——

"Wait a minute, Anton" Anrila grabbed Anton Sharon's arm and draped a large brown trench coat over him, "It's cold at night, put it on!"

"Thank you, sister!" Anton Sharon smiled and put on his trench coat, which was big enough to fit his whole person.

Anrela narrowed her eyes and smiled, revealing a pair of cute little dimples, "Look at you! you need to grow stronger, if you don't eat well, my sister will be angry!"

"Got it!" Anton Sharon replied with the same smile. At this moment, he felt a warm current spreading from the depths of his heart to his whole body.

——

"Oh my God, baby!" Sivir pressed Anton Salon's wound tightly with her long, slender fingers, "You're always so careless!"

"Mentor, I'm sorry. Anton Saron looked in great pain, and just now, a three-foot-long dagger slashed his arm.

Sivir looked at Anton Sharon nervously, as if it was herself who had been hurt, "Insol!

"Yes, Mentor, you don't need to be in a hurry, I'll find him as quickly as I can!" Somminia's words disappeared from the sight of the SOA186 apprentices. 」

"We all see your suffering. Insominia hugged Anton Saroon's shoulder, his big black eyes full of sympathy and pity, "Give yourself a chance to let others know you." The most precious courage in this world is not to face death without fear, but to suffer great pain and still live in the sun with a smile!"

Two

Insominia walked around Doran's white jade statue and strode towards the gate of the White Tower, ready to tell Aslema and Aroni, who were waiting for him in the common room, about Anton Salon's birthday, but a tall figure in a purple robe blocked his way, and although the visitor was wearing a huge hood, Insominia could still recognize the man by his aura.

"Master Jax!" Insominia bowed deeply to the man in purple.

"I can't let anyone else know I'm at the War College!, so I'll cut it short!" Jax began, his voice as loud as a drum that could be heard within a hundred feet.

Insominia knew that Jax could not speak without letting others know, a voice that was unique in Valoran.

"Stay away from Anton Sharon and don't help him!, from now on!" Jax lowered his voice, but the deep, rugged voice still fiercely tore at the silence of the night.

"Why!?" Inthominia had just finished saying this, and her head was lowered, and her tone suddenly became deferential, "I'm sorry, Master. ”

"I know he saved you, but now is not the time to repay the favor. Jax placed his large, three-fingered hand on Insominia's shoulder, which immediately fell.

"He needs help and love, especially now that he's lost his sight. Insominia lowered his head and whispered, trying to keep his tone as calm as possible, "I will obey Master's words, but can I let someone else help him?"

"No, keep everyone around you away from him, and don't let me find you again for this!" Jax's words contained an irresistible force, and his words always made people feel like they had to obey.

"Yes, Master. Insominia said respectfully to Jax.

Jax nodded in satisfaction, his body blurring and transparent, and finally disappearing completely into the night, as if it had never appeared. Insominia sighed, turned to look at the lower quarter moon in the sky, which was obscured by black clouds from time to time, and then leaped to appear in front of the gate of the White Tower, pushing open the heavy metal door.

"Insol!" Asrema pulled Aroni to her feet, "How's it going?"

Insominia looked at Asrema and Aroni, then lowered her head slightly, "It's not good. ”

"What's wrong with you, Insol?" Aroni tilted her head to look at Insominia's face, "You look a little tired. ”

"Tell us what's wrong, isn't it Anton Salon, he-" Asrema stopped as he saw Insominia raise a hand and motioned for him to say no more.

"He's dangerous for us," Inthominia looked up, then sighed deeply, "From now on, stay away from him, this is my admonition to you." ”

Aroni and Asrema looked at Insominia's back in the distance, and then at each other, conveying to each other their doubts and puzzles, that they did not know what was happening, and in fact, they would never know.

"Shall we listen to him, dear!" said Arroni, taking Asrema by the arm.

"Although Anton Saron saved us, if he becomes a demon, I will still consider killing him. Asrema replied earnestly.

Inthominia strode into the arch by the door, and when he reached the second and a half floors, he suddenly stopped, his mind full of images of Anton Saron, and the thought of himself being doing something extremely cruel burned his soul at the thought of what he was doing.

「……

This is already the third time that Insominia has peeked into Anton Salon's diary. Strange to say, Anton Saron always liked to keep this delicate crusty book on his bed, but Insominia knew that it had been given to him by a girl named "Anrela", whom he called his sister.

January 22nd

Today we went through the SOA certification and I passed three exams without any problems. During the spell test, I was able to draw a problem of making the water disappear in the barrel, which I had seen in Uncle York's tavern, and because it was so large, a soft plug was designed underneath to drain the water. That's how I made the water in the barrel disappear, because I couldn't believe I could do it with magic. Amazingly, though, Mistress Bezod let me pass! He said, "The purpose of our study of magic is to get rid of it." I think that's true, although I don't quite understand it right now.

Today is Insominha's seventeenth birthday, and the entire SOA186 apprenticeship is in attendance except me, in fact, I am also participating, but I am hiding outside the window and no one finds out. The birthday party was planned by Mentor Sivir, and it was located in her mansion, which was so beautifully furnished! I don't know why, I suddenly wanted to have a birthday party like that, and February 22 was my birthday a month later. But I also knew that it would never happen, because I was the "most ungifted summoner" Anton Salon.

——

"You can leave, Insominia Spellbreaker!" Jax said to Insominia following him.

Insominia looked at Jax's tall and stout back in surprise, "I can't leave, Master, I'm not strong enough. ”

"Take this pigskin mask and go to the War College to investigate the cause of your family's demise. Jax ignored Insomina's words, and handed him a small cloth bag.

Insominia opened the cloth bag and picked up the pigskin mask inside, which was indistinguishable from human skin, "Are you making me someone else!?

"Kneel!" Jax's tone was calm, but there was an irresistible force in his words, and his apprentice knelt on the ground without hesitation.

"Master, you-" Insominia looked up at Jax, the strange multi-eyed mask that had been on his head suddenly disappeared, "You're you—"

"We're a fair deal, you know my secrets, and I know your background. Jax wiped his large, three-fingered hand in front of him, and the multi-eyed mask returned to his face.

"I'll do what you say. Insominia bowed her head and said respectfully.

"Insominia!, the last thing you need is to ask why," Jax turned his back to his apprentice, "you have your goal, and moving towards that goal is the only thing you have to do." ”

……」

"To be a god is to ignore human feelings," said Inthominian to himself, "that sounds cruel!" As soon as he finished speaking, he left a cobweb-like crack in the wall with his fist, and blood dripped from his fingers......

Three

"Hello summoners!" said a middle-aged man in a red robe with a gold wyvern pinned to his collar, and under the podium sat more than thirty trainee summoners, most of whom were former SOA186 apprentices.

"Who is he?" Asrema asked Insomina, who was sitting beside him.

"High-level summoner Dlock, this guy will teach us in our future magic theory classes. Insominia replied.

"Dlock!?" Asrema looked at the man on the podium in surprise, this guy was tall and lanky, with a sharp beak and cheeks, and the combination of his shrill voice was simply "perfect".

"Thirty years ago, as a teenager, he single-handedly saved a village," Insominia adds, adding, "and became one of the first apprentices at the War College when Axio founded League of Legends. ”

"I've heard my grandmother mention this guy before. Arroni interjected.

"Please don't talk to each other, because everything I say counts!" Dlocker glared at the three of Insominia with his little eyes, "These words will save you countless times in the battle ahead!"

"Excuse me!, Mentor!" said Elirena, who was sitting in the front row, suddenly raising her hand, and just now, Bangald at the back table wiped her big snot in her hair.

"What's the problem, my beautiful summoner?" Dlocky looked at Elirena with appreciative eyes, making it seem like his saliva was about to come out.

Elirina avoided Dlock's gaze and whispered, "Mentor, you haven't introduced yourself yet......"

"Introduce yourself!?" Dlocker looked surprised, "Y-any of you don't know me?"

The trainee summoners below were almost all shaking their heads, and at the blank expressions of everyone, Dlock's face immediately turned red, and he paced back and forth in front of the podium, looking like he was about to go crazy.

"High Summoner Dlock, the Alliance's famous summoning mentor, was once known as a 'wizard of spells'" Insominia said loudly, and the eyes of the entire classroom were on him.

Dlocky strode over to Insominia's seat and shook his hand vigorously, he looked excited, "Y-what's your name?"

"Insominia. Insominia replied lightly.

"Swift Shadow Summoner!" Dlock's hand tightened, "Thunder! We'll exchange autographs after class in a moment!"

"I don't think so, Mentor," Insominia said, glancing at Dlock's long, smiling face, "I think you should do the best part of the lesson!"

"You're right!" Dlock, finally getting more serious, and he returned to the podium, "I'm here today to show you how to cast true magic! When you were apprentice summoners, you learned about the three manifestations of magic, and the five lines of magic. But on the basis of the five systems, magic also has 4 attributes, corresponding to 4 runes. ”

Dlocker turned around and wrote "sigils", "sigils", "glyphs", and "essences" on the blackboard, and below them "fire", "nature", "frost", and "arcane". He turned to face the Trainee Summoner down again, and walked to the side of the podium to empty the blackboard so everyone could see the words on it. "That's it!" he continued, "they are a top-down correspondence, in the beginning, summoners and magicians used magic to extract magical energy from runes, but the raw materials of runes, magic crystals, are very scarce resources. So people came up with another way to convert the life force into the corresponding magical energy!"

The Trainee Summoners looked at each other, for Dlock's words had made it clear that the risks and costs of casting magic were the cost of life.

"Don't be afraid, summoners, in the next year, I will teach you how to avoid this risk!" Dlockk seemed to see everyone's concerns, "adding these attributes to the five systems of magic to change the original magic, such a spell is called 'secret magic'." Of course, you can only master one or two attribute changes, or even one. It's a talent!"

"How do we know what kind of attribute we can master?" asked a boy in the front row.

"Good question!" Dedlock walked off the podium with his hands in his hands, "Now, move your eyes to the table, and you will find that there are 4 runes on the table in front of you, one for each of them, and of course a knife, and all you have to do is drip blood on the runes. ”

"Is this what he's capable of?" Asrema looked at the four runes on the table in surprise, picked them up and looked at them carefully.

"It's really a terrifying summoning technique, and the skill of speaking can summon so many runes in front of us with precision. Insominia was equally surprised.

"My dear," said Ironi, with a nervous expression, "I'm a little scared, do I want to cut my finger?"

"It doesn't hurt at all, I'll help you!" Asrema said, pricking Arroni's finger with the knife in her hand, and pinching her finger to drip blood on the runes.

Eroni cried in pain, attracting a lot of strange looks, but she didn't care, "You scoundrel!

"Shhhhhhhhhh

The results of the test came out quickly, and Eroni's blood caused the Great Essence to glow purple. "This—does that mean—" She couldn't believe her eyes.

"Arcane, excellent combat attributes. Insominia said.

"I-my-" Asrema was a little speechless, his brown eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, "is this- what's going on!?"

Insominia looked at the four runes on Asrema's desk, and her eyes widened in surprise, "Actually- it would-"

"All four runes show affinity!" Dlocky suddenly appeared next to the three, startling them. "And yours, Insominia, the runes are all shattered. He said, looking at the rune in front of Insominia.

"What does that mean, Mentor!" Asrema asked expectantly.

"With the exception of Exio, you're the only one who can master all the magical attributes!" Dlocky replied earnestly, completely devoid of his previous madness and pathology.

The Apprentice Summoners in the classroom focused their eyes on Asrema as if they were looking at him as if they were visitors from outside the sky, and the four runes on his desk that shone with different lights.

"And you, Insominia, there is another person in history who has been in this situation with you. Dlocker picked up a fragment of a rune on Insomina's table, "He's the Landoston Spellbreaker known as the 'Mage Killer', and that guy is said to be immune to magic. ”

Four

Today was the day Anton Saron was discharged from the hospital, but he didn't feel any joy in his heart, he didn't know how he would face those young summoners, he didn't know how he would continue his studies at the War College. He hadn't slept the night before, and he was waiting for Insominia, Asrema and Eroni to come and celebrate his birthday, because through the prying eyes of the mind, he learned that Insominia was going to surprise him, but alas......

"Even the eyes of the mind can deceive!" Anton Salonn muttered to himself, "what else can be trusted?"

"Scottzer will always be worthy of your trust! Anton Ssalon, we are one!" Scottzer's cold voice sounded again.

"At least you can give me sight, Scottzer. Anton Salonn whispered.

"Scottzer will give you a lot of abilities, Scottzer will help you win everyone's approval!

"Excuse me, can I come in?"

The sudden voice startled Anton Sharon, and he turned his head to look at the little boy standing in the doorway with the "Eyes of Scottzer": purple college robes, not tall, with long, fine hair and a melon-seed face that made him look very flattering, this guy had large blue eyes, and a pair of dimples embedded in his red cheeks. If you don't listen to him, you'll misunderstand that this is a beautiful girl.

"You can come in," Anton Salon, feeling more than willing to accept the boy.

The boy timidly walked up to Anton Sallon's bed and bowed to him, "Hello, my name is Koria, and I am a new apprentice, and the big brother Insominia in the dormitory has asked me to pick you up. ”

"Hello, Klya, my name is Anton Salon. Anton Sharon involuntarily stretched out a hand, and Koria immediately understood what he meant and shook hands with him.

"Let's go, Brother Anton Saron!" said Coria cheerfully, smiling as much as Anrela's, squinting his eyes, and even the pair of dimples seemed to have been copied from Anrela.

"I can't see. "Anton Ssalon is not lying, Scottzer lost his sight as soon as he left, and for some reason, Scottze seemed scared to see a smile.

"I know," Koria hugged Anton Saron by the shoulders and helped him out of bed, "let me be your eyes." ”

"You-" Anton-Salon's eyes widened, what he didn't expect was that he- he actually saw Klya's delicate face again, and Scottzer wasn't here, "It's-"

"What's the matter?Big Brother Anton!?" asked Coria with concern, although it was the first time they met, his tone made people think that Anton Saron was his own brother.

"No—nothing—let's go back. Anton Saron still had a frightened expression on his face, and he couldn't figure out how this Coria had managed to regain his sight, but for now, he had to confirm one thing first. He closed his eyes slightly, trying to peek into Krya's heart with the eye of his mind, but all he saw was a locked door with charms carved into it. "With such a defense, ...... this person is there?"

"Brother Anton, are you using the mind-sighting technique on me?" Koria smiled at Anton Saron, "This doesn't work for me. ”

"Why? do you have some kind of ability to resist this spell?" Anton Saron was looking forward to Klya's answer.

"It's a secret! I can't tell you now!" replied Koria with a smile.

Anton Saron felt that he could not resist Coria's smile, a smile so pure that it was free of impurities that would shatter all his doubts, suspicions, and impulses to ask.

Five

Time: Midnight Location: War College - Bezod's Office Characters: Bezord, Ghost Sock

(¤Reverseangle backhand angle, Bezod and Ghost Sock sitting at the same table)

Ghost Sock: (smoking a pipe) Anton Saron has mastered the ability of the Psychic Eye.

Bezod: He only has one percent, which is too far from Exio.

Sock: Why did you resort to such cruel ways to give that kid this ability so early?

Bezod: This ability will help him survive.

Ghost Sock: Prophesically, he won't survive.

Bezod: How do you know if you don't try this kind of thing?

Ghost Sock: Don't go too far, Bezord, I'm going to say that to you!

Bezord: Aren't you helping me destroy that kid? In a sense, we're all using him as a tool.

Ghost Sock: We are all tools!

Bezord: I never thought so.

(Ghost Sock gets up, ¤ turns Wilderangle to widen the angle, gradually revealing Bezord's office)

Ghost Thork: Watch out for Dlock, and Krossoth!

Bezord: (chuckles, ¤Angleon angles at Bezord) I've never fully trusted anyone!

[Author's Note]

Regier: War College high-level summoner, head of the War College Hospital, this person will be mentioned later.