League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"Son, stand up and let me take a good look at you."

"yes."

Climbing up from the stone bricks, Saco's forehead was cracked, and blood flowed down his expressionless face, staining his pale skin red.

Hunchbacked, bow-legged, twisted wrists, sunken nose bridge, delicate eyebrows, and a mole around one eye.

Like, not quite like...

After observing the young 'Shaco' in front of him for a few seconds, Lester looked at Hector.

"Hector, what do you want?"

"I want to send Sacco to the Blood Amber Orphanage, where he will grow further and serve you forever, master, is that okay?"

Under Hector's expectant eyes, Lester shook his head and looked at the rising sun in the distance.

Although Hecht did pay attention, Hecht obviously didn't understand what it meant to suddenly bring a child who had lived underground for seven years into the sun.

"With Sacco's current fragile skin, he will be severely sunburned as soon as the sun comes out, and... child, tell me, can't you see things in the distance?"

He hesitated for a while, although he really didn't want to expose his flaws in front of his master, especially if his uncle would give up on him completely, but the boy also knew that he had no choice.

This is a cruel reality that cannot be concealed, and the lie can be exposed as soon as it is poked. Since the uncle can no longer survive, if he annoys the master, he will really die.

At this moment, the only one who can protect himself is the master.

In an instant, Sacco figured everything out, weighed the pros and cons, and made a choice without hesitation.

Sacco fell to his knees again, recalling his mother's actions to curry favor with his uncle, the boy put his face on Lester's shoe and kissed,

Looking at his blood-stained boots, Lester frowned, but he didn't stop him.

Stopping Sacco at this moment is meaningless except to make the boy completely desperate.

"Yes, master, I can't see things in the distance."

Hector, who had just understood these two points, instantly became indifferent in his eyes, and the murderous intention leaked out inadvertently, but he retracted it instantly, as if it had never happened.

Lester secretly sighed, although Hector was a little nervous, the killer's skills were much more refined, and his breath could be retracted freely.

'This bastard is really good at concealing it. No wonder he keeps saying that he can hit every shot within ten meters, but he doesn't have enough strength beyond ten meters. It turns out that the bastard is a useless blind man! I'm so blind that I spent seven years cultivating such a piece of trash! As soon as the bastard was born, I should have put him in his father's arms...'

"Sorry, master, I let you see a despicable defective product, I beg you to forgive my stupid mistake, and allow me to erase the mistake that polluted your eyeballs..."

Hector dropped to one knee and never looked at Shaco again.

In his eyes, his sister's son,

The bastard from Brian's blood, the boy named Sacco, was already a dead man.

Facing Hector's request, Sacco did not raise his head, but just stuck to Lester's boots silently, waiting for the final death sentence in peace.

It wasn't until this moment that Lester realized that his hard work in the past ten years was not in vain. At least if the child in front of him was really a [Devil Clown], Sacco's life and death would be completely in his own hands.

As long as he nodded, there might be another [Devil Clown] born elsewhere, but this Sacco was dead.

Even fate can't change the life and death of Sacco in front of him.

But then again,

Since I don't know if this 'Shaco' is a devil clown, why don't I create a [Devil Clown] and control it in my hands? Just like [Evelyn], she gave these 'heroes' the meaning of survival by herself.

Who stipulates that the original heroes are the real heroes?

After all, a game is a game, just a microcosm of this magnificent world and its smallness. No matter how powerful Caitlin is in the game, she is just an ordinary sheriff in Piltover in reality.

Passivity has never been my style, the initiative should be in my own hands,

If there are other demon clowns, then let your Shako kill other Shako.

[Devil Clown] can only be controlled by oneself.

"No, Hector, you're doing well, I like the kid."

He patted Hector on the shoulder. Under Hector's puzzled eyes, Lester unlocked the lock, took off the black cloak on his body, and threw it at his feet. The cloak slipped and covered the boy's humble body. physically.

The boy who was ready to accept death only felt his head sink, and a reassuring smell came from the cloak, and the remaining warmth of the cloak made the boy feel a rare warmth.

Instinctively, the boy shrank his body under the cloak, gaining a sense of security that he had never had before.

In the next second, the darkness dissipated, and the sun pierced through the icy sky, casting the first ray of brilliant golden light on the earth.

For most people, the golden light is a warming healing light, but for Shaco who has never seen the sun, he only felt an uneasy burning sensation, and a threat of death rushed from his whole body , the skin began to whine in fear, and an allergic reaction occurred.

"Shaco, put on your cloak so that the sun won't hurt you. Follow my footsteps. I will cure your short-sightedness and find a way to protect your skin from the sun... Hector, step back, you I am very satisfied with the gift, Sacco will follow me in the future."

"Yes, my master."

The cold sight beyond the sun disappeared quietly, knowing that his uncle had left, Shaco, who had gained a second life, huddled tightly under the cloak, bent over, and stared at his master's heels from the corner of his eye, where there was the smell of his own blood , and the owner's unique peace of mind.

It seems that if you follow the master, you will not be harmed.

"Master, where are you taking me?"

The boy's voice was still very weird, as if he was holding his throat and speaking, there was a weird sense of tearing.

"Go to your new home."

"Where is the new home?"

"The underground fortress of the Shimmering Silver Mountain Range."

...

Temporarily changing the itinerary to the Blood Amber Orphanage, Lester took Shako into the carriage, went straight to the underground of the Shimmering Silver Mountains, and handed Shako to Uzar in the relic workshop.

"Use the magic energy alchemy platform to try to cure this child's myopia and skin diseases. At least let him not be afraid of the sun. By the way, test his magic talent. If he can cultivate it, cultivate it. If he can't, let him follow Tyr. study."

"Okay, Lord Leicester, let's start working on the formula."

Holding a small piece of Lester's clothes, Saco watched the strangers around him expressionlessly.

Huazhishu circled around the cautious Sacco several times curiously, but suddenly sensed a deadly threat, so Shushu could only back away quickly, staying away from the dangerous little guy.

"Sacco, you are not allowed to hurt anyone here, especially that mouse, understand?"

"Understood, master, I will not hurt anyone, even if I die."

Nodding his head, Saco was put in front of an indifferent man by Lestra again.

Shaco recognized that the indifferent man was the same killer as his uncle, named Tiers. Before that, he and Tiers had never spoken.

"Tiers, let Shako learn magic with Uzar and the others first. If Shako doesn't have the talent for magic, you can take him with you and teach him everything you can."

"Master, I understand."

Tiers agreed without any doubts. For any Nightblade killer, obeying orders is the instinct of survival.

"Sacco, from now on, you will follow Uncle Urza and Uncle Tiers, and listen to what they say."

"Okay, Master Leicester."

After the arrangements were made, Lester left the underground fortress.

The reason why Shaco was handed over to the second-generation Nightblade Killer, Tiers, who is extremely talented in traps, Lester wanted to make Shako closer to the [Demon Clown] of Runeterra, although for Shaco, Fate is a bit too cruel, but this is the best destiny track for Shaco.

He wants to turn the clown into the most perfect killer devil.

The chessboard of fate has been slammed down, and the chips for growth have been pushed to Sacco. It is up to the boy himself whether to put the box or not.

The sunny boy is afraid of the sun, waving his hands that he doesn't recognize his relatives, his hunched body, and his exaggerated face, but who knows that it is a deformed body made of shackles, just like his twisted soul, he is always laughing, and he is also trying to make others laugh. Live heartily in laughter, die hoarsely in laughter.

In the eyes of fate, he is just a clown who has been teased from beginning to end. No matter in the game, in Runeterra, or in the reality of our existence, clowns are poor people who use dignity to please others, but are laughed at by others. Counting the fake body, the clown is probably the hero with the most deaths in the game. The end of the laughter is despair and wailing. In my opinion, Sacco is a tragic character who knows death and pain best.

Every time I play the clown, I always feel that every laugh of the clown is full of disdain for fate and his own madness. Maybe this is not an illusion, maybe we should have more understanding of the clown and the people who have suffered tragedies around us , Tolerance (Everyone, can you not ban the clown in the ranking?)