League of Legends Millennium Warlord

The love of relatives, the good life, everything, are just the added value brought by the body I am currently occupying, and have nothing to do with me.

In this case, why don't I leave this family that makes me uncomfortable and start a new life in a strange place?

Perhaps it's time to abandon the name "Kane", along with all the memories and life about "Kane", and leave with nothing.

The inheritance of the Constantine family should not belong to me, so there is nothing to be reluctant about.

After leaving the Requiem Church, I will never really starve to death on the street in this era where there are already internal combustion engines and telephones.

Having made the decision to leave tonight, Kane sighed and touched the head of Frith, who was a little confused.

"Study the holy book well. After grandpa leaves, this family will rely on you to support it in the future."

"Ah?"

"What?"

"Grandpa... Grandpa Herag..."

Turning his head stiffly, Kane stared blankly at the old man in black robes who stood behind him at some point.

For some reason, he always felt that the silver short staff in the old man's hand was ready to move, and with the old man's fake smile, it looked particularly terrifying.

"Kane, my good grandson, grandpa hasn't left yet, but you have already considered what will happen after grandpa leaves."

"Grandpa... Grandpa, that's not what I meant."

The old man turned his head to look at the timid Freese, frowning not too obviously.

"Freese, tell your father that I will take Kane out to do something today. Kane, come with me."

Watching the two people leave in a weird atmosphere, Freese's trembling legs softened and he collapsed directly on the ground.

Two big ants that slipped out of the ant nest took advantage of the opportunity to enter, got into the boy's trouser legs, soared up, and went straight to Huanglong.

"Ahhh!!!"

...

With a bad premonition in his heart, Kane looked at the old man walking to the east and asked tentatively.

"Grandpa, where are we going?"

"To a good place."

"What good place?"

Without responding to Kane's question, Herag just walked forward silently.

"Coo-coo-coo~Coo-coo-coo~"

The cry of an owl came from the sky, and soon, a white-faced owl fell from the sky and landed accurately on the right shoulder of the old man.

As if it had noticed Kane's sight, the owl's head suddenly turned 180 degrees back, and there was a bit of human sarcasm on the chubby bird's face. This scene made Kane think that he had entered a state of mental disorder.

When did owls become so smart? They would mock people?

The atmosphere between the two became more and more depressing, and Kane's uneasiness was gradually increasing.

If my memory is correct, this road should lead to the east flower garden that "I" have never been to.

Although I have never been there, I have heard from my grandfather that there are flowers and plants inside.

Well, it is indeed a good place to hold a resting ceremony. After the ceremony, you can bury it directly. If you think about it carefully, as the saying goes, "If you die under the peony flowers, you will be a romantic ghost." In fact, it is not bad to be used as fertilizer for flowers.

Confirming that he could not beat the strong old man in front of him, Kane began to look around, looking for a chance to escape.

"Coo! Coo!"

The sudden cry of the white-faced owl scared Kane and stopped Herag, who had been walking with his head covered.

The old man did not look back, but his voice was very cold.

"Kane, where do you want to go? Do you want grandpa to give you a ride?"

Confirming again that he could not escape from the old man in front of him who was two times stronger than him, Kane glared at the owl that was laughing at him with its beak half open, and responded with a forced smile.

"Grandpa, I'm not going anywhere. The church is my home."

"Oh, I thought you had found your way home... Since you're not going anywhere, keep going. We're almost there."

"Okay, Grandpa."

The two people and the bird soon arrived at the entrance of the flower garden. Herag took out the key from the enchantment bag and opened the sophisticated mechanical lock of the flower garden gate.

Following Herag into the flower garden, the crisp "click" sound of the mechanical gears rolling behind him rang out. When the door closed automatically, Cain, who had straightened his head again, found himself in a sea of ​​flowers. His fear dissipated, and his face was relieved.

Unnamed gorgeous flowers grew on both sides of the carved stone slab road. Tall marble stone pillars stood in pairs on both sides of the road in plural forms. Their styles were complex and varied, including bats, goat heads with long horns, crosses and half-moons with some religious meanings, and strange shapes that were completely unknown.

Herag stopped in the Gothic pavilion in the center of the flower garden, and put the white-faced owl on the stone table. The old man slowly turned around and looked at the calm "grandson" in front of him with complicated eyes.

Responding to the old man in front of him with clear eyes, Kane had no fear in his heart.

He did not owe the Constantine family, nor did he owe the old man in front of him.

Since he did not owe them, he naturally had a clear conscience.

Herag sighed rarely, and there was a little more reminiscence and kindness in his eyes when he looked at Kane.

"Your mother died of dystocia when she gave birth to you. When you were young, you were weak and sick and couldn't take care of yourself. I often picked herbs here to replenish your body. With Kelly's careful care, you gradually got better and could move like a normal person... You must have forgotten your memory here..."

"I really don't have any memory of this..."

"..."

"What about my father? How is he?"

No matter what his fate is, at least at this moment, Kane is willing to chat with the old man in front of him.

In his previous life, he was also the favorite person to chat with the uncles and aunts downstairs, which is why he followed the old man's words and replaced "Kane" with "I".

He didn't want to break the old man's last thought of his grandson, even though both he and the old man understood how the person talking to him in front of him viewed him.

It seemed that he was a little surprised by Kane's peaceful attitude. Herag smiled, and his eyes were more appreciative.

"Your father, my son, Kester Constantine, left the church after his wife passed away and lost his whereabouts during a mission to eliminate heretics. It has been ten years since I lost my son."

After digesting the information from the old man, Kane instantly caught the key words. Whether it is the so-called "rest ceremony" or "requiem church", or "three gods" and "three major churches", they are all things with religious meanings. Where there is religion, there will naturally be "heretics" that are hostile to religion.

I just don't know whether the heresy mentioned by the old man is the same as the cult or pagan in the previous life or has other meanings.

"What is heresy?"

The old man looked at Kane deeply, and his voice was a little lower.

"Heresy is all the evil existence that is highly threatening to humans, dirty vampires, brutal werewolves, truth seekers who have gone astray, cultists who worship evil gods and oppose the three major churches, and..."

"And, what?"

Feeling the terrifying murderous intent coming at him, Kane forced his knees to tighten, gritted his teeth and looked like he was unwilling to admit defeat.

Even if he died here, he didn't need to kneel down to the old man in front of him.

The mechanism was pressed, the old man's wrist shook, and the demon-killing silver sword popped out of the short staff, making a crisp metal friction sound.

Herag stared at Kane with his cold gray pupils, slowly raised the demon-killing silver sword, and pointed the cold and shining sword tip at Kane.

"And there are also... demons like you who occupy other people's bodies."

The situation began to take a sharp turn as Herag raised the double-edged cross-grooved rapier.

"What... is... a demon?"

Under the strong pressure coming at him, Kane took a step forward and stared at the white-faced owl watching the show next to the old man, scaring the owl to flutter its wings twice, a little frightened.

The old man's eyes hurt Kane's eyes, so he naturally had to find a suitable target to divert his attention.

The white cuckoo honey bud who was suspected of betraying himself was an excellent target.

Amid the dissatisfied grumbles of the white-faced owl, the old man walked towards Kane with a gloomy face and said nothing, as if he had lost interest in talking to Kane.

"I am not... a demon... when I was conscious... Kane was already dead..."

The old man paused, and continued to move forward in silence. The silver sword seemed to be retracted, but in fact it was slowly moving.

"Demon-breaking protection, shock."

He applied the magic spell against the demon on the demon-killing silver sword, and he wanted to make sure that he could pierce his grandson's head with one blow, so that he could completely wipe out the cunning demon.

Seeing that it was useless to say anything, Kane, who stood still, pursed his lips and calmly accepted the fact that he was about to die.

The only regret is that he had just experienced the mysterious side of this world, and he was about to leave.

When he just heard that there were vampires in this world, he was thinking about finding a cute vampire lady as his girlfriend...

But for Kane, since he had died once, it was no big deal to die again. He would not suffer a loss or be deceived.

Facing the old man who was getting closer and closer, Kane slowly closed his eyes with relief.

"I don't owe Grandpa, Kane, or anyone in the Constantine family, Sister Kelly, Uncle Fern, Aunt Ramos, Aunt Jessica, Brother Frith, Sister Anna... I have always treated people with sincerity. I have never owed anyone in my life. It has always been others who owed me.

However, I lived uprightly, but always died unclearly..."

At this point, Kane gave up the French language and switched to Chinese, which seemed to be from another world.

"It was like this in my previous life, and it is also like this in this life. The world is unfair, and people can't distinguish between right and wrong. It's ridiculous, sad, and lamentable. I have lived two lives, but I have never controlled my own destiny. I am like a toy that is played with at will."

Herag stopped, the silver waves were surging, and the tip of the silver sword was facing Kane's closed right eye.

He knew that as long as he stabbed it, the alien demon who occupied his grandson's body would be instantly shattered.

Obviously, if he just stabbed him, he could kill this heretic who was in disguise.

If it was so simple, why did he stop the Demon-Slaying Silver Sword in mid-air?

Perhaps the demon in front of him had not yet revealed his evil, or perhaps he really could not give up his love for his grandson, or perhaps the sincere words of the demon bewitched him and made him unable to do it...

"Gugu? Gugugugu!! (Still not doing it? He is not your grandson!)"

Realizing that the old man had not moved for a long time, Kane opened his eyes in confusion and calmly looked at the tip of the sword that was almost touching his eyelashes. However, Kane turned his head to the side and looked at the sea of ​​flowers in the flowerbed.

The flowers were colorful and dancing with the summer breeze. The fragrance of the trees in the distance mixed with the soil blew over, playfully teasing the blooming petals.

"I have never felt such a beautiful scenery in my previous life. This trip is worth it."

With a more happy and satisfied smile on his face, Kane turned his head back, letting his eyelashes touch the tip of the sword again, and smiled at the silent old man.

"Grandpa, it must be very hard for you to take care of such a flower garden by yourself, right?"

Switching back to the French language, Kane pointed to the rose vine not far from him, which was underdeveloped due to its short stature and lack of sunlight.

"After I die, please bury me under that rose vine. At least I can watch the withering rose regain its life and grow up gradually."

"..." Herag.

"Coo-coo-coo? Coo-coo-coo! (What are you hesitating about? It's a demon!)"

Taking out the revolver [Blue Snow Frost] from the enchantment bag, Herag aimed at the flapping white-faced owl and successfully shut up the chattering owl.

"How I do things, you don't need to worry about it."

"Coo-coo-coo! (You will be killed by this demon sooner or later!)"

Angry, Mi Ya fluttered her wings and flew away from the flower garden, and Herag took back the revolver.

Kane looked at Herag in front of him with some confusion on his face.

"Heretical trial in the name of the first-level heretic inquisitor of the Kingdom of France, 'Pastor of Death'. The charge is possession by a demon. The conclusion is insufficient evidence. Freedom is restricted. Please wait for observation."

Putting down the demon-killing silver sword, the expression on the old man's face was as cold and hard as ever.

Looking at the bewildered Kane, Helag said lightly.

"Kane, in the next period of time, I will supervise you within the limits as your supervisor.

During the supervision period, I will use your actions as the judgment standard. I have the right to erase you as a heretic at any time. Do you understand?"

Although a little confused, Kane nodded quickly.

It would be best if he could not die. Compared with this, the so-called supervision period in the old man's mouth is just the same as acquittal.

"Let's go."

Taking Kane back to the entrance of the flower garden, the old man turned his head again and looked in the direction of the pavilion.

In a trance, the old man seemed to have returned to twelve years ago, holding the thin Kane in the pavilion, listening to the young Kane looking at him with concern.