Verse 6: Undeserved love

"You conquered me with a smile, and since then your love has been my shackles, because you have never set me free, and you have abandoned me with a betrayal, and suddenly you have found that I am only your passerby, and the reason why you are a passer-by is because you have never stayed for me......

[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.

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One

March to June is the only holiday for War College Apprentices and Trainee Summoners, and while it may seem like they only have three months off a year, the daily activities and gatherings in the Academy are actually plentiful. During the holidays, the War College becomes empty, and with the exception of the occasional staff member, there is no one to be seen throughout the day. Unlike previous years, the floor where Anton Salon's dormitory was located needed to be renovated, so he had to move his belongings to the romantic park in the courtyard of the White Tower. The gardeners of the park hated it, not to mention that Anton Salons was a very undesirable fellow.

Anton Salon, who lived in the park throughout April, lied to Anrela that he had returned to Doha because he really didn't want to trouble his sister. In March and April at the War College, the temperature changes rapidly, and at noon it is like spring, and early in the morning and late at night it becomes colder than winter, and it is very normal to sleep in such an environment and get sick. In fact, in the past thirty days, Anton Salons had a fever for twenty days, and the remaining ten days had a very severe cough. For him, this is not the worst, because the Zhong Ya Auditorium of the academy is closed during the holidays, so three meals have become a problem. Luckily, he had taken a lot of bread and cake from the auditorium before.

Anton Salonn knew that the gardeners were throwing his things again, and although he wanted to get up to stop him, his body was so sore that he had a high fever last night, "You guys—stop throwing them—" His voice was faint, but several gardeners around him could hear it.

"Get up, you bastard, this bench isn't for you to sleep on!" a fat male gardener pulled Anton Saron up from the bench and pushed him to the ground.

Anton Saroon's head hit the ground hard, but he couldn't feel the pain anymore, his mind was so confused by the high fever that he didn't even know if he was awake. After all, it was the same for him whether he closed his eyes or opened them. He sat on the ground for a long time with the quilt on, until he could no longer hear the gardeners, and then groped his way over to see how much he had left.

"Luckily, the bread is still there, and the milk is still there. Anton Salonn picked up a loaf of bread that had become very hard and took a hard bite, and to be honest, he didn't eat anything.

Anton Saron also sometimes thinks that he can always go to the medical center to find Anrila, or that he should go home with Koria in the first place, and I heard that Koria is also considered a nobleman in Ionia. However, he really didn't want to be a burden to his sister again, and he should at least let her rest for a few months. As for going to Ionia, he couldn't even think of it, how could a nobleman tolerate a blind man?

Time passed little by little, and Anton Salon, who needed to live in the dark, did not know how many days had passed since the holiday, and there were still a few days left. Scottzer tempted him every day, knowing that he could regain the light through Scottzer's power whenever he wanted to, but it also meant that he had to do things that he couldn't control.

One day in May, what day it was, Anton Salon, I don't know. He felt as if he had slept for centuries or more, but he was well aware that he was awake because he could see a silver light that must have shone in through some kind of window, which there were no windows in the park......

"Again—a dream?" said Anton Salon, whispering, and at that moment he felt himself touch something of silk, and as if he had seen a familiar face......

"You can see me, right......"

Of course, Anton Saron knew whose voice it was, and even if he had amnesia, it would be able to reawaken the memory. "Sister—I—" Before he could finish speaking, he was hugged by Annella.

"You fool, why are you doing this?" said Angela, crying, how she resented herself and the silly brother in her arms.

"Sister, I really don't want to trouble you, really-" Anton Saron couldn't help but shed tears, the tears did not alleviate the guilt in his heart, he knew that he had made his sister sad again.

"Anton, listen!" Anrela put her hands on Anton Saron's shoulders, and stared at each other with black pearl-like eyes, "In this world, you are my only relative, if one day you also leave me, how can I live? It is my happiness to be able to look at you like this, don't use the word 'trouble' in the future!"

"Yes, sister. It's me who is bad, I'm sorry!" Anton Sharon slowly lowered his head, and he suddenly felt that he had lost the courage to face Anrela.

"Don't say 'I'm sorry!'" Anrela pretended to be angry, but when he saw Anton Salon's flushed cheeks, he couldn't help but smile, "Okay! let's go to breakfast—"

"Perhaps it was the Creator's favor for me that made Angela my sister, and although we are not related by blood, our bond comes from something stronger than blood—fate. In the face of fate, many things are not important, but the important thing is that we recognize each other as the only relatives. I hope it will last forever, I really don't dare to think about parting......" Anton Saron often thinks so, and this is the case, if it were not for this family bond to him, not to mention whether his fate was too tragic, he might have died long ago.

In many cases, the two siblings have the same idea, as long as they can look at each other calmly and feel each other's presence, then they are happy. Although fate is very cruel to them, at least there is a family affection that can make them feel comforted.

——

His second year as a Trainee Summoner soon began, and Anton Saron felt that he was beginning to fall in love with everything about the Academy, and although he still had few friends, and although Inthominia and Asrema still didn't want to ignore him, it was a blessing to be able to live here. He also had Sister Anrela, Koria, and the two roommates who were silently watching him. Of course, in "Summoner's Diary", he is everyone's confidant, and it is very pleasant for him to be able to help others.

"Anton Saron, can you lend me your notebook?" said a gray-haired old man in a gentle tone to Anton Sharon sitting by the window, this is Kieran, the academy's history of magic instructor. Guru Kiran was a kind old man, and although he looked to be almost a hundred years old, he was in good spirits and had a sharp eye. He was one of the most respected tutors in the academy, and his old off-white robes and waist-length white beard were his hallmarks.

"Yes, Mentor!" Anton Saron handed his brown crusty notebook to Mentor Kieran. It was a gift from Anrela, a set of journals, and if he had any important objects, it would be these two.

Tutor Kieran put on his half-moon-shaped silver-rimmed glasses and nodded approvingly as he flipped through Anton Salon's notebook. "Anton Saron has recorded all the details in this notebook!" he said, picking up the notebook and showing it to the other summoners in the classroom, "including the words of the instructor and the tips shared from others." It's a very good habit!"

"What's the big deal about this!" whispered a trainee summoner.

Anton Saron is accustomed to this kind of thing, in fact, he knows very well in his heart that most people who do not accept him are caused by a single herd mentality. However, he was indeed grateful for Mentor Kieran's praise. It's been two years since I came to the War College, and this is the first time I've been praised by my mentor. "Thank you, Mentor Kieran!" he stood up and bowed to Kieran.

Kieran smiled and motioned for Anton Saron to sit down, handing the notebook back to the other party. "It's almost the weekend, so I'm going to spend the rest of the day talking to you on a topic that interests you. He returned to the podium and wrote a word on the blackboard with chalk – "resurrection". "Can anyone talk about their own opinion on the word?" he asked, smiling at the group.

"Theoretically, this is impossible!" a boy in the front row said to Kieran as he raised his hand.

"You're right, kid. Kiran smiled at the boy, the wrinkles on his face becoming more pronounced, "Under the constraints of the laws of Arcaya, resurrection is a fallacy that is divorced from reality. Even before Arcaya, the legendary mage Gallaher Amuel proposed three taboos for spells, including resurrection and time travel. ”

"And what's the deal with your spell?" asked Elirena, who had been alienated since her eyes had become strange.

"Very good question! In battles in the Land of Justice, I often use a spell called 'Time Lapse'. Kieran took off his half-moon glasses and slowly walked down the podium, "The effect of this spell is to resurrect a hero who has just been killed, and many times, the tide of battle will change dramatically due to the presence of this spell. However, there are two prerequisites for this spell to be successful: first, to anticipate the opponent's death in advance and set an enchantment on them, and second, to be bound by a crystal mirror. ”

"What is a Crystal Mirror?" several of the Trainee Summoners asked in unison.

"The Crystal Mirror is the cornerstone of the Land of Justice, the guarantee of the existence of League of Legends. Kieran's voice suddenly became low, and his expression became much more serious than before, "We all know that the Land of Justice is a battlefield dominated by magic, and it is a public arena set up by the League of Legends to mediate the conflicts between countries. There will be no real death here, and all the war facilities will not be really destroyed, and it is the crystal mirror enchantment that covers the entire righteous land that makes this possible. This enchantment spell is so powerful that it requires at least thirty summoners to cast the spell at the same time for it to take effect. No one really knew about the spell, not even its developer, Exio. In short, it can change everything within the enchantment to the will of the caster. ”

"That is, everything we see is fake, or is it what League of Legends wants us to see?" said Asrema as he sat in the middle of the classroom, his words always so sharp that the instructors were often frustrated.

"The images of war that everyone sees through the Resonance Crystal are real. Kieran thought for five seconds before he spoke, he cleared his throat slightly, and then continued, "It's just that time and space within the Land of Justice are controlled by summoners. In other words, life and death are also controlled by them. So, in a sense, my spells didn't really turn back time, nor did they really resurrect. ”

The midshippers in the classroom all looked at Mentor Kieran in amazement, for the first time they had heard that Kieran's miraculous spell was fake, and that it was actually from him. What's more, they know a little bit of the secrets of the Crystal Mirror, and although Mentor Kieran's words are cryptic, some clever guys have already thought that League of Legends should be able to control the battles in the Land of Justice.

Instructor Kieran returned to the podium, apparently aware that the lesson was coming to an end. "All of this I am saying is to tell you that laws and rules only work in the world that we know, but there are also many things in this world that we do not know. He said as he put the half-moon eyes on the podium on the bridge of his nose.

There was some noise in the classroom, and many trainee summoners had already begun to pack their things, tomorrow was the weekend, and when I thought of this, I believe that few guys could still sit still.

"You need to broaden your horizons so that you can see farther, and the farther you can see, the more places you can reach than others," Mentor Kiran didn't seem to notice the movement of the trainee summoners, and still said calmly, "In fact, if you don't put shackles on yourself, there is nothing in this world that can bind you. ”

Almost all of the Trainee Summoners had packed up their things while Mentor Kieran was telling the truth. At this moment, Mentor Kiran suddenly stopped talking, and everyone thought that he was angry, so they didn't dare to move again. One by one, they all sat in their seats, looking at the old but kind face of the mentor.

However, Kieran just glanced at his students one by one, picked up the chalk on the podium, turned around and wrote something on the blackboard, and said to everyone at the same time: "We learn knowledge to expand our horizons, and if the intake of knowledge makes you rest on your laurels and think that many things are impossible, then the act of learning is meaningless to you." ”

As the words fell, Tutor Kieran turned to face everyone again, and stepped back to the side of the blackboard, motioning for the students to read the words on it: "Have a great weekend everyone! If you want to experience the league up close in Demacia, come to my office to sign up before noon tomorrow!"

"Long live Mentor Kieran!" several boys shouted in unison as they read the words on the blackboard.

"Brother Anton, are you going to watch the league?" Koria asked Anton Sallon beside him.

"Of course, do you want to come with me?" Anton Saron closed his notebook and smiled for the first time in a long time. Actually, this smile is also because Mentor Kiran praised him before.

"You have to come to class as your attendant, of course you can't ask for it to go to the game!" Keria narrowed her eyes and smiled at Anton Saron.

Before Anton Saron and Koria left the classroom, Tutor Kieran stopped Anton Saron and said to him with a smile: "Good habits must be maintained, and success is accumulated in details." ”

Two

Valoran's only sport: Sonos?

Sonos is an ancient sport whose origins can be traced back to the First Age of Valoran, so some scholars believe that the word "Sonos" comes from the Elvish language. The modern Sonos movement originated in Demacia, and the German army often organized sergeants to compete in Sonos in addition to drills. After the formation of League of Legends, the sport gradually gained popularity. Valoran holds the Sonos League every June, with prize money paid by League of Legends, in Demacia, Noxus and Zaun.

Sonos is a seven-a-side sport in which both sides wear their respective uniforms and compete around the 'Anderlo'. Anderlu is a rubber ball with a diameter of one foot and usually weighs 10 pounds, and points are awarded for hitting it into the opponent's "Matsu" by any means. "Matsu" is a legendary machine that can make food, and in the cataclysm, the gods gave Matsu to humans, so that humans can survive. Matsu, which represents the fortress in the Sonos movement, is an eight-foot-tall and four-foot-wide metal chest with a diameter of 1 in the center. A 5-foot hole, and the attacker will score points by hitting Andelu into the hole.

Of the seven men on both sides, there were three attackers, known as the "conquerors". The conquerors need to pass Andru to each other and, by any means, into each other's Matsu. Due to the use of magic in the sport of Sonos, these conquerors wear special protective clothing to avoid injury or death during the competition.

Each side had a camp fifty feet long and eighteen feet wide. At the front of the camp is called the "Gate District", which occupies only a third of the camp, and there are two defenders known as the "Garrison Officers", whose duty is to prevent the opposing conquerors from breaking through in any way, and to block their passage to Endroad. The garrison officer can use various magic systems of level 1-6, and if he succeeds in grabbing the opponent's Ander Road and throwing it out of the camp, the opponent's attack will be declared a failure.

Once the Conqueror has managed to get rid of the Garrison and enter the second area of the opponent's camp, the Forbidden Zone, the Garrison cannot intervene. The Forbidden Zone also has a player who participates in the defense, known as the "Demon". The demon cannot make physical contact with the opponent's conqueror, and has two black rubber balls in his hand, known as the "Orb of Destiny", which will be expelled from the field if it hits the opponent's conqueror. Due to the number limit, a maximum of two conquerors can be expelled in a single attack. When the opposing conqueror enters their camp, the demon can throw the ball at any time.

The last defender of the camp, standing next to Matsu, was called the "Guardian". The Guardians hold a six-foot-long wooden stick in their hands, known as the "Rod of Punishment", which they can use to strike the opponent's Andru, or even the Conqueror. In short, it is their duty to prevent the other party's Andru from entering their own Matsu in any way.

In the Sonos match, a single attack ends after the following three situations: 1. One side punches Andru into the other's Matsu. 2。 The defender knocks the opposing Andelo out of the camp. 3。 All three conquerors of the attacking side lost their ability to attack. Each game has twenty-four offensive opportunities for each side and is only allowed to carry three alternate conquerors. If one side loses all of its attackers (the attackers are injured or killed), they can only defend alone. Of course, in the Sonos game, there will also be a rare situation where both sides lose an attacker at the same time, which means that the game needs to end early.

It's not uncommon for Sonos players to get injured or die during a game, but it's the only way to catch the eye and attract attention. What's more, the Sonos League produces at least ten billionaires every year, and the prize money for the league championship is absolutely astronomical. 】

Anton Sharon slept on and off on the bumpy carriage, while Koria beside him never woke up. While Mentor Kieran could use magic to teleport everyone directly to Demacia, he insisted that traveling in a carriage was a pleasant thing to do.

Tutor Kiran rented three extra-long carriages, each fifteen feet long, which were usually used only to transport letters or other very important items, as they were the fastest. Drugs from Hextech have turned the horses into monsters, their skin purple and their manes red, like the legendary warhorses of Hell. There were only three horses in each carriage, and while they were filled with trainee summoners, the weight was almost indistinguishable from running with an empty cart for those who had been modified.

"Do you see that thing that glows gold?" Tutor Kieran said, pointing out the window and to the students beside him, "That's the box of Hercules, that's what the old people say, but no one has ever examined it. It is said that the box contains a secret from antiquity. ”

In the entire carriage, only Asrema was awake, the only listener on the way to Mentor Kieran. "Did you ever talk about the ancient battlefield?" he asked, looking out at the desolate plains in the distance.

"Of course, kid. We are galloping on the plain of Little Yasol, where three major wars have been fought in history. "The most famous of these is the battle between the elven prince Elendir and the Grand Karcist Ivanoah. ”

The carriage eventually stopped in front of a large besieged building, and the summoners stepped out of it. The word more is no longer enough to describe the number of people around, and if anyone falls here, they will be trampled to death in less than a minute. But despite this, the gate of the circular building in front of me is still in order. People entered the building one by one, without any special cases of pushing or crowding. It belongs to the eastern administrative province of Demacia and is one of the wealthiest districts in the country, as can be seen from the costumes of the surrounding people, who each wore silk clothing, sterling silver jewelry, and some had diamonds on their hats. But never think that they are all rich, in fact, the rich people of Debang don't have to walk anywhere.

"This is the largest building in Demacia, the Ring of Warriors!" Kieran explained.

Anton Salon, looking up at the Ring of Warriors, guessed that the building should be oval, as its apparent arc could be felt. Visually, the Ring of Warriors is the height of a three-story building, except that there are no windows on it. In fact, for those who don't know, it's a white, curved wall. The entrance to the building is designed in the shape of a city gate, flanked by low sentry towers, and in the middle is a large arched gate.

"You're the only one here in purple college robes, follow the person closest to you, don't get separated!" Mentor Kieran instructed his students as he led them to the "gates" of the Ring of Warriors.

But in reality, Mentor Kieran's words are superfluous. The people of Demacia, upon seeing the arrival of the Trainee Summoner, took the initiative to make way for them to enter the Ring of Warriors. Not to mention Anton Sharon and them, even Mentor Kieran was unaware of this situation.

"May glory and power be with you! summoner!"

Anton Saron's ears resounded with these words of blessing from the people of Debang, and he bowed to the people around him in thanks, while guessing the deep meaning of these words of blessing.

The interior of the Ring of Warriors is simply another world, and its grandeur and atmosphere cannot be described in human language. It's an oval-shaped open-air venue, and it's very difficult to stand at one end of it and look at the other. There are hundreds of thousands of seats in the entire venue, from high to low, and if someone tells you that there are more than 200,000 seats, you won't have the slightest doubt. In the center of the venue was a huge meadow, and if you moved the most magnificent summoner auditorium in League of Legends, it could only be compared to a table in a restaurant. Since the chairs are placed on a slope with a perfect curve, you can see the central grass from anywhere you sit here. The most subtle design of the Ring of Warriors is its circular canopy, which is unaware of its presence if you don't look closely, but it can cover all the seats in the stadium. Whether it's the scorching sun or the pouring rain, it's negligible for the audience in the seats.

Anton Salon, along with his companions, came to the A3 area of the venue to take a seat, and the reason why he knew it was the A3 area was because the wall next to it was marked in red letters. Once he was seated, he subconsciously searched for Asrema and Arroni, but he looked back and forth, left and right, and saw no sign of them.

"Brother Anton, what are you looking for?" Koria had actually wanted to ask for a long time.

"Did you see Aslema and Arronie?" replied Anton Saron as he continued his search with his eyes, even thinking that something was wrong with the Psychic Eye.

Coria looked around, then shook her head slightly, "No—do you have anything important?"

"They're in! It's Demacia Ares and Noxus Guardians!"

I don't know who shouted, drawing everyone's attention to the grass of the Ring of Warriors. Under the influence of magic, the audience can clearly see the members of the Sonoths, but in reality, they are about the size of a ladybug to the audience.

"Mentor Kieran, is this also the result of the crystal mirror operation?"

"Hey, where is Mentor Kieran?"

"That's just an ordinary mirror spell, not that advanced!"

......

Anton Salon, ignoring the gossip and not paying attention to the entrance ceremony of the Sonos players, took Koria's arm and left his seat, no one noticed them as many people around him also stood up.

"What's the matter——? Coria just wanted to ask the reason, but when he saw Anton Salon's anxious expression, he didn't dare to say more.

——

At the corner of the stairs at the back of the venue, Asrema and Aroni stood facing each other, not talking, just looking at each other as if they were paintings. It looks like if they hadn't moved her gaze to the corner, they'd have kept it that way much longer.

"Y-have you changed your mind?" asked Aroni in a low voice, never looking up as she spoke.

"Yes, but not because of you!" Asrema turned to look at the staircase, where cheers rang from time to time.

"I don't understand. Aroni looked up at Asrema with a puzzled look.

"It's because of Anton Salon, who asked me to reconcile with you. Asrae put his hands in the pockets of his robe, "You know, in my eyes, he is much better than you. Although he is a tiresome person, at least he does not hurt others. He even said that he could sacrifice everything to protect his friends. ”

"I know he saved you. Eroni said lightly.

"Isn't that because of you?" Asrema turned her head and glared at Arroni, then looked back at the staircase.

"I know I'm not good, can I give me a chance?" Eloni tugged at the corner of Asrema's coat, her voice becoming delicate.

"It's a woman's nature to be lonely, and maybe you're not wrong. Asrema stiffly grabbed Aroni's arm, and the other party leaned his head on his shoulder, "But I also have a bottom line, your love can't bind me." In the same way, don't let it bring me shame. ”

"That-" A young man in uniform walked down the stairs and cleared his throat, "You guys, aren't you coming to see the game?"

Asrema judged from the man's attire that it was a staff member, "Let's go up here!" and he politely bowed to the man.

Just as Asrema was about to walk up the stairs with Aroni in her arms, a hand grabbed him tightly - and the alert Asrema grabbed the man who was pulling him with her backhand and pinned his arm behind his back. Only then did he realize that the person was Anton Salon.

"Brother Asrema, you can't go up that staircase, there's been enchanted there!" said Koria.

Asrema let go of Anton Sharon and stared at the staircase leading to the second-floor stands, which were just ordinary steps with no trace of magic. "Who told you that?" his words were full of doubt.

Anton Salons picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at the staircase, which disappeared as a blue light as it crossed the space where the staircase stood. "It's an invisible magical barrier, and anything that passes through it will be teleported to another place. He whispered.

Asrema and Eroni looked at the seemingly ordinary stairs in amazement, and then at Anton Salon, who was beside them. "How did you find out?" Asrema pulled Aroni away from the stone steps.

"It was Mentor Kieran who told me. Anton Salons glanced at Arroni, then fixed his gaze on Asrema's handsome face, "When my psychic eyes are open, they will find people on their own who are willing to let me into their psychic world, and it was Mentor Kiran who made me see this!"

"So—who would do that?" said Arronie and Anton Sharon for a second, but they both looked away from each other in the same way.

"Do you remember Elirena?" Anton Saron suddenly realized that the question he had asked was too stupid, Elireina had always been their classmate. "I—I mean—her eyes. He cleared his throat and continued, "Her eyes weren't like that at first, and one day last winter, I saw her disappear into a staircase like this!"

Anton Salon's words sent Koria and Eloni shiver involuntarily. Coria stared at Anton Saron's back for a long time with the eyes of a stranger, he wondered how many secrets this brother was hiding from him, and whether this behavior was out of distrust of himself.

At this moment, the voice of the commentator commenting on the game came from the other side of the venue, "The three attacking players of the Demacia Ares have all safely entered the forbidden zone of the other party! Now holding Andrew is the captain of the Ares team, Evans-okay! Beautiful pass, Andru was handed over to his teammates! The demons of the Noxian Guardians only have one Destiny Ball left! Can he succeed?——Oh my God! What happened? What happened at this moment? One of the members of the Ares team actually blocked the ball of fate for his captain! So, according to the rules, he needs to be ejected from the game! However, this is a great sacrifice! Yes, a great sacrifice! Evans was inspired, and he and his remaining teammate Jonathan kept passing the Anderway in his hand, will this attack succeed? They are facing Mentos, the super guardian of the Guardians! Is it an injury? Or is it a success! Oh my God! Mentos knocked down Jonathan with a stick of punishment, oh! Another blow! It must have hurt!

......

"The spell should have been lifted!" said Anton Saron, pointing to the stairs leading upstairs.

"What did you say?" Asrema was confused by Anton Saron.

"We can hear the voice of the commentary, and it proves that the spell at the staircase has been lifted!" said Anton Sharon as he walked to the staircase.

Asrema, Aroni, and Koria immediately stepped forward to stop him, but Anton Salonn walked too fast and had already stepped up the stairs with his left foot - however, nothing happened, and Anton Saron made it up the fourth step unharmed, turning and smiling at everyone.

"I'll just say the magic is gone. ”

The other three followed up the steps, and the cheers of the spectators in the stands soon rang in their ears, and it seemed that it was the team that had won the points.

"Asrema, take a step to speak. Insominia suddenly appeared next to Asrema and Ironi and whispered close to Aslema's ear.

"You get back to your seat first!" Asrema nudged Arronie with a gentle nudge. Arroni turned back and nodded at Asrema.

Aslema followed Insominia back to the top of the stairs, "What are you looking for me?" he asked.

"I would like to ask you to join me in investigating something. Insominia said straight to the point.

"I'm not like you, living like a spy!" Asrema chuckled.

"Don't you think what's happening today is strange?" Insominia ignored Aslema's disdain, "If it weren't for Anton Saron, you might be in an unknown area by now. ”

"Maybe it was just an accident, or—"

"Don't kid yourself, buddy!" Inthominia pressed Asrema against the wall and stared at each other with his dark eyes, "We're bound together by a prophecy, God knows how many people want to kill us!"

"How much do you know? Insominia?" Asrema frowned, looking at the confused guy in front of him, who was a year older than herself.

"I know a lot - I can tell you all if you want to hear it!" Inthominia let go of Asrema's hand, but her sharp gaze remained tightly locked on the other, "Your father's name is Alston, the illegitimate son of Ankaria and Darkville, and your mother is a descendant of the House of Prose. You can be a half-elf, and your blood can strengthen a person's power forever. I'm right!"

"You-" Asrema grabbed Insominia by the collar and shoved him hard, "who the hell are you?"

"Your friend. Inthominia whispered, his eyes emptying nothing but sincerity.

Asrema stood there for a long time, as if he had reacquainted himself with Insominia at that moment. "Say, what do you want to do. He adjusted his tone to make it as calm as possible, "If you trust me, tell me your plan." ”

——

After 30 minutes of fierce fighting, the score is now 13-11, and the Demacia Ares have a slight advantage! However, they only have two attackers left, and Jonathan looks bad and is badly injured. However, he didn't ask the Rushers to take a break, well, all Sonos enthusiasts, let's cheer for Jonathan in Demacia!"

Under the mobilization of the commentator, some of the audience stood up and screamed loudly, some sat in their seats and applauded, and some even rushed into the venue. In such an environment, you can't hear what the people around you are saying about you. In fact, you just have to listen to the commentary and watch the game carefully. It was the first time for Anton Salon, who had heard of Sonos before, but he had never imagined that Sonos would be such a bloody game, nor would there be so many people so enthusiastically pursuing the sport.

Jonathan of the Demacian Ares reappeared, his head bandaged like a freshly unearthed mummy, and he walked with a slight limp, and if the wind on the field was a little stronger, he might not be able to stand still. The arbitrators gave the order to attack, and the captain of the Ares team, Evans, rushed into the gate area with Anderlu in his hand, followed by the wounded Jonathan. Two defenders of the Defenders immediately stepped forward to cover them, and just then, Jonathan used his last strength to knock them down. It's no wonder that Jonathan is tall and big, and he has muscles that can still cause trouble for the other party even if he is seriously injured. Evans took the opportunity to burst into the forbidden zone, and at the same time, the "Demon" of the Guardians hit Jonathan, who struggled to get up, with the ball of fate.

"Oh my God! Jonathan was hit in the head by the Ball of Destiny!" the commentator exclaimed, "Looks like he's never going to play in the Sonos League again in his life!"

"According to Sonos' rules, when there is only one offensive player left on the field, you don't have to worry about the five-second taboo. In other words, Evans can always hold Endru!" The narrator continued his witty commentary, "Oh——! oh, I really pinched a cold sweat for him! The ball of fate passed by him! I think everyone understands that Evans is the last hope of the Ares team, and he is bound to win this point! Okay! He used his unique skill - using magic to control Andru, this is his unique skill, can he succeed this time!?"

"Well, it seems, Mentos of the Noxian Guardians isn't easy to mess with, he left the defense with the Punishment Stick, what does he want to do? Oh-no! Mentos hit Evans with the Punishment Stick! Mentos hit again, yes, he hit again! But he didn't foul! So don't expect the Arbiter to stop it. ”

Anton Saron couldn't stand it anymore, it was no longer a competitive sport, but a duel between two men. The guy named Evans looked like he was about to be killed, he writhed in pain, and from time to time blood spat out of his mouth, and the tall man with the stick had no intention of stopping...... However, just when everyone thought that Evans was dead, the arbiter's whistle blew. It turned out that Andru had entered the Matsu of the Guardians.

"Successful attack! Demacia Ares score points!" the narrator shouted hoarsely, as if he were a member of the Ares team.

The audience at the venue exploded, and the sound of tens of thousands of people cheering at the same time shook the earth, and tons of bombs exploded at the same time. Anton Saron and Coria both covered their ears hard, but they still felt that their eardrums were about to be punctured. While everyone was cheering, Evans, who had just scored, was carried out of the field by a group of healers in white robes.

"Please be quiet—please be quiet!" the narrator tried to calm the room so that he could continue his narration work, but it was really difficult.

After two minutes, the frenzy finally faded slowly. At this time, the commentator, who had been in high spirits before, suddenly said in a low tone, "We just got two unfortunate news, Holiday the garrison of the Ares team, and Sam, the demon of the Guardian team, have died...... Let us observe a minute of silence here and always remember their contribution to the Sonos movement. ”

While people were in silence, Anton Saron heard a set of conversations.

"Hey...... Dead again......"

"It's not the first time, it's a regular thing, it's not a big deal. ”

"It's true that the last time I went to Zaun to watch the league, there was a game of silence six times!"

......

"What the hell are these people for, knowing that this is such a dangerous sport. Anton Saron sighed heartily.

"Hmph - if they win the game, they will have money that they will not spend for ten lifetimes!"

An unfamiliar voice echoed Anton Salon's exclamation, and he followed the sound to see a boy of his own age sitting diagonally in a diagonal seat. The boy was dressed in a purple college robe with a large buttoned hood, and some blonde curls protruding from the hood. This guy is average-looking, except that the pair of eyebrows are as thick as Emeiyue, and more importantly - he also has a pair of green eyes.

Anton Sharon stared at the boy for a long time, to be honest, if you only look at the eyes and eyebrows, this guy does look a little like himself. "Excuse me—what's your name?" he had just finished speaking, and there was another deafening cheer around him, and the game began again.

——

As the day of excitement and exhaustion drew to a close, the Cadet Summoners sat in their carriages and rode the twilight to the War College. Most of the people in the car were asleep, even Mentor Kieran's eyes were half-closed. But Anton Saron couldn't sleep, thinking back to everything that had happened today: Mentor Kieran's reminders, the dangerous cloaking barrier, the bloody Sonos match, and the mysterious boy in the venue...... "I wish I could see that guy again!" he thought.

Three

"The morning of July 7 was rainy and depressing, and it was sunny at noon

Today is the Valoran tradition of Valentine's Day, which is said to be 115 years old and comes from a poignant story. I don't want to write this story in my diary, though.

When I woke up in the morning, it was raining lightly outside, and the sky was overcast, and many couples began to complain and pray anxiously. After breakfast, I joined the praying people, and although Valentine's Day had nothing to do with me, I would like to wish them a good hand.

Koria ran away with his duffel bag while I prayed, and he said he had made an appointment with Elirena. Yes, I need to make it clear that Elirina is a well-known weird girl at the War College (though, she's a lot better than me). In the past, Elirena, like many people, had beautiful black eyes and had very good results. Ever since I saw her disappear into a staircase, her eyes had become special, horrible, to be exact—the iris was silver, and the pupils were black. If that's all there is, there's nothing either. However, along with the change of her eyes, there is also her temperament. She became moody and frequently rummaged through trash cans. Most famously, she completed a "work of art" – the White Tower – out of the college's more than 1,100 trash cans. Yes, it was indeed a white tower, made of trash cans and magic glue.

Elirina is very fond of Coria, and I mean the ordinary likes, of course. Because Coria has a cute face, many girls who don't know how to respect themselves will involuntarily pinch his face when they see him.

I just went to visit Sister Angela and I haven't seen her in a week. When I went, she was treating a couple of guys with food poisoning who had been drugged by the woman she loved, which seemed like a way to get rid of superfluous admirers. My sister said that Mocha Amuel would come and learn how to make milk tea in a while. Although my sister insisted that I stay, I made an excuse to leave because I couldn't be that superfluous person. After all, is it Valentine's Day, a holiday that belongs not only to couples, but also to those looking for a partner. May Mocha succeed, and in that case, Sister Anrela will have a powerful Guardian. Of course, this also means that my sister will pay less attention to me in the future, but people can't be too selfish, right?

I don't know if Asrema and Eroni are reconciled, I'm really worried about them. Coria often asks me if I still like Aroni, and I don't know how to answer, maybe in many forms.

At the time of writing this diary, I was sitting in the Zhong Ya auditorium. Although the Zhong Ya Auditorium at this time on weekdays is the place where summoners gather the most, there are only a few people here today. Without exception, they are all bachelors. As far as the eye could see, there was only one person I knew in the auditorium, and that was Yvonne, the fat boy with black-rimmed glasses, and the little henchman of Mentor Tegel. Yvonne is a member of the Summoner's Diary and is considered a "colleague" of mine. Once his membership is revealed, he could spend the rest of his life in Crystal Prison. Of course, Yvonne didn't know I was the Rain Man, even though he was my friend.

I carefully guarded a lot of secrets, and Koria often suspected that I didn't trust him. Actually, I really don't dare to trust a person completely, that's an extremely dangerous thing. As a descendant of the family of the Invokers, I have the ability to peer into the minds of others, and can forcibly obtain their entire memories. I don't know if there is anyone in Valoran who has the same ability, and if so, the people around me will become dangerous, or they will make me dangerous.

Okay, at this moment I have to stop my pen because I have a new letter to ......."

Anton Salonn closed the journal and tucked the quill in his pocket. At the same time, a golden light hovered in front of him. He blew softly into the golden light, which spun rapidly and eventually transformed into an envelope ten inches long.

"Who would write to me?" said Anton Salon, who looked at the envelope carefully and realized that it was actually an "anonymous letter" "Could it be from the Society of the Summoner's Diary?" He looked around alarmedly, making sure that no one was trying to approach him, and quickly opened the envelope. However, before he could take out the letter, a golden light burst out of it, scaring him half to death......

Anton Salon, leaning back on the back of his seat, gasped for a few seconds and reconfirmed his surroundings. However, he overlooked a very serious question - where did his vision come from? perhaps he had long been accustomed to having Kolya by his side, but he had no time to care about it at the moment. Because that golden light has been transformed into a small golden box, which is the gift box of "Matthews' Heart". Matthews' Heart is a popular way of saying that cocoa beans are crushed into a paste and then spread on heart-shaped cookies.

"Micromail, this must be expensive. Anton Salon's lips curled slightly as he looked at the beautifully wrapped gold leaf box on the table and the empty envelope. He slowly unpacked the box, and a small card with text on it suddenly came into view:

"Dear Anton Salon,

On this special holiday, send a pair of Matthews hearts to you. If it weren't for you, Asrema wouldn't have reconciled with me. Sincerely, from someone who is willing to be your friend: Eroni. 」

For some reason, Anton Saron couldn't hold back his emotions and shed tears. Although he didn't know what the tears were for, the text seemed to contain powerful magic, and that was the effect. "Thank you, Eronie!"

"It's strange to me that I can't see through your heart!" A voice rang out in Anton Salon's mind without warning, it was a familiar feeling, and yet, the feeling that appeared in him meant that someone was using a mind vision on him!

"Who are you?" Anton Sharon immediately found the guy and entered the other's psychic world. The person standing in front of him turned out to be the green-eyed boy he had seen in the Ring of Warriors of Demacia half a month ago.

"You can actually enter my psychic world, it seems that your mind is very powerful!" the boy began, the fellow's eyes were indeed the same as those of Anton Salon, and even his pair was darker.

"Could it be—you, too—from the family of the Invoker?" asked Anton Sharon tentatively.

"Only the family of the Invoker has this ability in this world, and this ability comes from the Elven Eye. The boy explained as he paced leisurely, "The Wisher family has authentic elven blood, so this power has been inherited. Of course, our forefathers transformed this power to make it even stronger. ”

"So, what's your name?" Anton Saron had a strange feeling that he had not met the person in front of him twice.

"Can't you see my heart? Of course, I can't see you!" the boy's tone was calm, but he always gestured and looked a little funny.

"You blocked the door, I can't get in. "Anton Salons is telling the truth, he has always opened the door of other people's hearts to get what he wants to know.

"Oh no, that's not the case at all!" the boy took two steps forward, turned around and pointed to the door of his mind, "You don't need to go in to see it!"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand. Anton Salons shook his head slightly.

"Well, my name is Fronza Supplicant, and I'm from an orphanage affiliated with the War College. The boy named Fronza said and held out a hand, which is Debang's greeting etiquette.

Anton Salons smiled at Fronza and shook his outstretched hand, "I thought I was the only descendant of the Supplicant family. ”

"Before I met you, I thought so!" Fronsalon grabbed Anton Sarron's arm and slowly closed his eyes, and after a feeling of dizziness, the two appeared in Anton Salon's mental world.

"Is this!?" Anton Salon, surprised by what had just happened, and he couldn't figure out how Fronza had done it.

"It seems that you have only mastered one system of the Mind Eye, and you can only snoop, but you cannot control. Fronza said with some smugness, but his pride was not associated with arrogance.

"What do you mean by control?" Anton Salon, turning his face sideways to look at Fronsa, his interest hooked.

"Mind sight is an ability of the mind eye and is called snooping. Fronza began to pace leisurely again, "The spell I just used is called Mind Domination, which is called Control. ”

"Psychic domination sounds like a powerful spell. Anton Salons said with a smile, he really wanted to learn this spell in his heart.

Fronza shook his head, "Hey, this spell isn't that good, it's just that it's better for pranks!well, and it's a prank with serious consequences......"

"Why is it a prank with serious consequences?" Anton Salon's expression suddenly became serious.

"Because all magic causes irreparable damage to the caster!" Fronza gave a sly smile, which for some reason made people laugh when it appeared on his face.

"It's true. Anton Saron resisted the urge to laugh as much as he could.

"Your cornea has been damaged by some kind of magic, so you lose your vision. It was clear that Fronza had captured the memory of Anton Sallon, with his chin in one hand and his other across his chest for support. "You've always shared other people's visions with the eyes of the heart, but you didn't open the eyes of the heart just now, and you saw things the same!"

"I-" Anton Salon, suddenly recalling the scene just now, he did gain vision, but as Fronza said, he did not open the eyes of the heart, "I have been busy reading the letter before, so I didn't pay attention, it is true." ”

"Because the eyes of the heart always share a vision!" Fronsa's answer surprised Anton Salon.

"Meaning, as long as you're near me, you can see even if I don't open my psychic eye?"

"It doesn't need to be near you, the eye of the soul is a spiritual thing, it exists in the depths of our souls! Yes, that's what the book says, but in fact it's not so evil, I don't know! To put it simply, the eye of the soul will recognize each other, and if they know each other, even if the two are thousands of miles apart, they can still share their vision through the perception between the eyes of the soul. ”

"Sounds amazing!"

"Yes, we can do such experiments in the future, and I am very happy to do it! The Eye of the Mind has something even more amazing! It has also been found on you, but you haven't found it!"

"Y-what?"

"You have a sister named Angela, and she gave you that diary. You may not be able to read anything else, but you can definitely read the words in the diary!"

"This—I really haven't paid attention to this—"

"Next time, pay attention, it's a fact, your sister is your beloved, that's why you can see the words in the diary. ”

"What-I-I don't understand, does the two have anything to do with each other?"

"Actually, I don't understand, but the Mind Eye is such a magical thing! Also, don't think that magic is the strongest power in the world, in fact it is the weakest!"

"Hehe—that sounds incredible!"

"Have you ever heard of the power rankings? At the top of the list is the power of the Titans, including fate and the laws of nature, which is the strongest power. The second is the spiritual power of man, including faith, love, and dreams, which is the strongest power that human beings have. The third is the power of magic, also known as dominance and external force. ”

"Fronza, it's really an honor to meet you, thank you for telling me so much!"

"Actually- I knew you were the Rain Man- hahaha-"

"Shhhh

"What are you nervous about? We are now in your spiritual world, and no one outside will notice it! Of course, I will also tell you a secret, I am Xiao Worm, the person in charge of the scandal quotations of "Summoner's Diary"!"

——

On the second floor of the War College Medical Center, there is a nondescript room that was once a medical warehouse and is now Anrela's residence.

Angela's house is so clean and tidy that no one would have thought that it was once a cluttered "insect paradise". As it is, when Anrela first arrived, she was littered with cobwebs and worm nests...... But now, it's the most beautiful room in the medical center. The walls on all four sides have been painted pink and the floors have been re-paneled with oak panels, and a single bed sits horizontally by the window, with dressers and wardrobes diagonally opposite the bedside tables. The rest of the space in the room is Anrela's "Milk Tea Workshop". Believe it or not, all of this, is this height 5. A frail girl who weighed 5 feet and weighed no more than 100 pounds did it all by herself: tidying up the warehouse, painting it, paneling, moving the bed cabinets...... What else could she not do?

Mocha had been standing in the doorway of Anrela's house for a minute, but he hadn't appreciated enough of the small space 20 feet long and 11 feet wide that he had forgotten what he had come from.

"Y-won't you come in?" asked Anrela, tentatively.

"Oh-what-" Mocha woke up from a dream, "oh-yes, of course-"

"The only chair in my room was broken yesterday," Angela glanced at Mocha, then pointed to her cot, "If you don't dislike it, you can sit on the bed." ”

Mocha looked at Angela's neat mattress, then turned her head to the side, "I'd better stand—"

Angela narrowed one eye and scratched her hair with her hand, "I'm sorry, you'll need to stand for a long time—"

"Don't worry, I won't mind—" Mocha said lightly.

Angela walked to her "Milk Tea Workshop" near the door, where a five-foot-long marble table was neatly arranged with tea sets, ceramic bowls, and various metal kitchen utensils from Zaun. Of course, on this table, there is also the most valuable thing in the medical center - the Hextech furnace. The Hextech Stove is a priceless thing, and outside of the War College, only the kitchens of the great nobles of various countries can have one or two. To put it simply, the Hextech furnace consists of two parts - the furnace and the gas tank, when someone presses the button on the stove, the gas in the gas tank will spill out through the small holes in the furnace, these gases are combustible, and they can be burned when exposed to an open flame. However, this seemingly convenient invention is not suitable for most people, because it is very dangerous, as long as the open flame is large enough, the whole house will be in flames in an instant.

"This kind of thing is dangerous!" Mocha said with a serious expression, "I think you should move it out!"

"It was given to me by Mentor Regir, and I'm already proficient in using it!" Annella replied to Mocha's words as she busied herself.

However, for some reason, Mocha grabbed Angela's arm and stared at Angela, "I'll move it away in a moment, cases of Hextech products hurting people to death happen every day." Especially for people like you who don't know magic, if something happens, you won't even have a chance to escape!"

"Ahh

Mocha hurriedly let go of his hand and turned his head to the side, avoiding Anrela's gaze, "I-I'm sorry I hurt you again. ”

"It's not the first time - hey - I've been using it for a long time, and I have feelings for it, and I'm still a little reluctant to let you go like this. Anrela was busy at her "workbench" again.

Mocha stared blankly at the girl in front of him, and he felt his heart beat several times faster. Memory, reproducing some blurred light and shadow in his mind.

"Mocha, why did you throw this pendant away?" a young woman in a white gauze robe picked up a silver pendant from the ground.

"It's broken and useless. Mocha, still a little boy, whispered.

"I'll fix it!" the young woman smiled at Mocha, took Mocha's hand, and walked into the cabin next to them.

"Why are you doing this, aunt?" Mocha broke free of the young woman's hand and looked at the other with a blank expression.

The young woman squatted down and pinched Mocha's face, "You've been carrying this pendant for so long, you must be reluctant to throw it away." ”」

The casserole on the stove was bubbling white, and the rich aroma of cocoa beans diffused in the room little by little, making people feel happy and happy. Mocha touched the pendant in his clothes, and then looked at Anrela, who was carefully picking the tea leaves in the water, and smiled knowingly. "Some feelings, after many years, are still clear, just because the same scenes will bring back memories......

"Today is Valentine's Day, so I bought some cocoa powder, boiled it into a paste, and prepared to put it in milk tea later. Angela stirred the mushy cocoa in the casserole with a spoon as she added the milkshake to it, "Cocoa will solidify quickly, so put it in while stirring, otherwise you won't be able to take it off for a while." ”

"It looks complicated. Mocha poured some of the tea from the teapot into the bowl and took a sip, "Uh-oh, it tastes good, is it black tea?"

"yes, it's amazing that you can actually drink black tea!" Anrela narrowed her eyes and smiled at Mocha.

Mocha lowered his head and smiled shyly, he was always embarrassed whenever he saw Angela's signature smile, "When I was younger, I liked to drink black tea, and at that time, my aunt-" He wanted to speak, and some emotion flowed from the depths of his heart, making it difficult for him to continue.

"I don't know if you've taken a serious look—" Angela glanced at Mocha, and she deliberately shifted the subject, "But it doesn't matter, if you don't learn it, I can teach you later." ”

"What if I never learn?" said Mocha, who immediately regretted it.

Angela stopped what she was about to do and thought for a few seconds, "W-you're stupid—"

"What!?, it's very rude for you to speak of the Inquisitor in such language!" Mocha looked angry and looked at Angela with a frown, "Aren't you afraid that I'll arrest you?"

"Of course I'm afraid—" Anrela said by biting her lip, "but—if you arrest me, no one will teach you how to make milk tea." ”

"Miss Angela, the pot is already black, doesn't that matter?" Mocha reminded solemnly.

"Oh my God—" Angela hurriedly pressed the button next to the stove, and the fire went out immediately, "it's all your fault, I kept talking to you just now. All forgot—"

"Your hands—doesn't it matter?" Mocha said because he saw that Angela's fingers had been burned red by the metal spoon.

"Oh, it doesn't matter, I burn my fingers a lot. Angela blew on her carrot-red fingers, then slipped her hand into the metal basin filled with cold water.

"Reach out!" Mocha said commandingly.

"Huh?" Angela was a little confused, but she reached for Mocha anyway.

Mocha gently gripped Angela's scalded hands as a pale green glow lit up, and some warm stream of magic was healing Angela. "Do you want to learn this magic?" he asked softly.

Anrila nodded earnestly, "Then please teach me-"

"I wonder what kind of reward I will get for teaching you this?" the green light on Mocha's hand vanished, but he still held Angela's hand.

"I-" Anrila slowly withdrew her hand from Mocha's hand, "I don't know, you name it." ”

"You—you can—" Mocha stopped before he suddenly turned and opened the door, "Forget it, I'll tell you later." ”

"Y-are you leaving?" Angela looked a little reluctant, but when she realized that her mind might be seen through by the other party, she quickly adjusted her emotions.

"Of course—I've been in your room for almost an hour!" Mocha said, "but—I'm going to take you with me this time!" he said, grabbing Angela's arm and heading out the door.

"Where are you going?" said Anrela, trying to break free of Mocha's powerful hand, when Mentor Regiel approached.

"Hello, children!" Reggier looked sickly, and even the smile on his pale face was not so pleasant to look at.

"Hello, Mentor Regier!" Angela bowed to Regier, feeling her cheeks burn as she stared at her arm that had been grabbed by Mocha.

"Oh, burning youth!Good luck, young man!" said Regier, waving at Mocha.

"Thank you!" Mocha curled the corners of his mouth slightly, nodded at Regiel, and then pulled Annella towards the stairs.