League of Legends Millennium Warlord

The preparations for the long journey were quickly completed, and he said a secret farewell to the people around him. After thinking for a long time, Lester decided to leave behind the magic steel mask that symbolized the authority of the lord.

When necessary, Jiss, who is about the same size as Lester, can pretend to be the lord of the Emerald Collar. As a man's bedside person for more than ten years, it is not difficult to imitate men's actions. In addition, there are angel sisters, Ma Greeter and Epsol support the platform, even if someone guesses it is fake, there is no right to question it.

As for the magic steel mask that can suppress one's aura, for Lester, its effect has begun to diminish.

In the past ten years, Elena, who suppressed the red rune fragments, has not grown without growth. Although it is still impossible to have a detailed conversation, Lester can also let Elena communicate with her all the time through spiritual communication. The dissipated life energy was taken back into the body, and the bonus of the [Charm Halo] from the life energy was lost. With his outstanding appearance alone, it would be very difficult for Lester to encounter such outrageous things as being targeted by a dragon and bird in heat again.

Even looking at the face, very few people lose their minds because of an attractive face, so that they will not cause all kinds of troubles simply because of their charm.

When Ryze had just left the border of Demacia, Leicester, who was riding on Shia, also left the Emerald Collar, heading east all the way to the Immortal Fortress.

After landing outside the Immortal Fortress, Leicester hired a carriage and entered the majestic military fortress after she settled down on the mountain.

Relying on Noxus' special pass, the carriage directly entered Blackthorn Rose Avenue, and Leicester found the mage stationed at the entrance of the street.

"I'm Lester, may I ask, is Ms. Rose at home?"

First, she looked at the man with vigilant eyes, until she saw the man's undisguised face, combined with Ms. Rose's rumors, the female mage suddenly realized.

"You are the Leicester mage who invented the augmentation circle, right? I can barely recognize you without your mask... Ms. Rose is at home, please come in."

"Thanks."

After thanking him, the man gradually approached the familiar mansion. Just like fifteen years ago, Rose's house was still the tallest and largest, for fear that others would not know her high status.

Stopping in front of the carved gate, for Lester, the house in front of him is half of his home.

Stretching out her hand, the door swung open, and Rose didn't lock it as usual.

Closing the door and locking it, Lester slowed down and looked at the unchanging layout around him, feeling nostalgic.

Whether it was by the magic stove or on the dining table, there were traces of intimacy between the two of them.

Lester walked up the stairs to the second floor, and pushed open the half-hidden door. A woman in pajamas and with long black hair sat on the edge of the bed, with her hands behind her back, looking at the man with curved eyebrows.

Some things have changed, and some things haven't.

Let LeBlanc's be LeBlanc's and Rose's be Rose's.

The momentary hesitation made the man more enlightened.

"Smelly man, you finally knew that you came to find me. I thought you forgot your old love when you got a new one."

Facing Rose's teasing, Lester sat on the bed without saying a word, took the woman's hand, looked into the woman's charming eyes, and said softly.

"I'm sorry, even if I'm very busy, I should come to you. It's my fault."

Rose was stunned for a moment. It was rare that she didn't notice a trace of hypocrisy on the man's face. It was like a genuine emotion from the heart. A woman instantly felt aggrieved as a wife being neglected by her husband.

Normally, LeBlanc would hold her belly and laugh for three days with such thoughts, but at this moment she found that she, who had been playing emotions as a drama, couldn't laugh at all.

Originally, she wanted to end the special relationship between Rose and Lester as soon as possible, but at this moment, Rose felt a little more reluctant again, and her eyes turned red involuntarily.

The aggrieved woman tilted her head and pulled her hand away from the man's.

"Anyway, it's enough for you to have Misha and Hina, and I'm your someone, so you don't have to apologize to me."

The man ignored the woman's struggle, and directly opened his arms and hugged her lightly.

After a symbolic 'struggle', Rose, unable to exert any strength, decided to let nature take its course.

This body will never be able to reject the man in front of him, which has become a huge flaw.

Vulnerabilities that must be erased.

"You have long been an integral part of my life."

The woman silently bowed her head in front of the man's chest, and the man's deep voice continued.

"When I was most confused and helpless, it was you who gave me a home and gave me the feeling of being a human again. You are not someone to me. You are the home that makes me feel at ease. fetters."

Rose's body trembled.

She recalled the first meeting fifteen years ago, when the man humorously tripped Dort to the ground like a stupid bear, she became interested in the man who spoke an unknown language.

Obviously he just wanted to dig out the secrets of the ancient survivors, but somehow he fell into it, turning a house of one person into a home of two people.

Before the man left home and showed his glory to the world, his favorite thing was to stay with the man at home. At that time, Rose was the real Rose.

Cook together, paste rice grains on each other's faces and laugh,

Clean up together, use wind magic to smear the dust all over the man's face, make the man as black as the bottom of the pot become the bottom of the pot,

Study together, speak clumsy and funny spoken English, express your emotions with the worst gestures,

Sleep peacefully together, let each other's warmth become a haven for cold nights...

In a certain period of time, a man's arms are the place where women like to lean on most.

Day and night, bit by bit, inadvertently, suddenly passed away.

The flower watered with countless painstaking efforts is as fragile as an ice flower, which will shatter at the touch of a finger.

The false sincere emotion changed at some point.

Rose's Rose is not Rose after all,

Rose's Rose is the Pale Witch and LeBlanc.

An ancient sorcerer who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

Closing her blurred eyes, the woman's tears were like pearls, but the corners of her mouth were full of smiles.

"That is to say, if one day I die, will you cry for me?"

Nodding, Lester wiped away the tears from the corners of Rose's eyes with his fingertips.

"I will cry, I will be sad for a long, long time, until I completely forget you, who taught me the Noxian language, my home on Blackthorn Rose Street, and a person who accepted my gift one's gift."

"Then if you can't forget, don't you have to be sad all the time?"

"Since you don't want to make me sad, why don't you give me a reason not to be sad?"

After a pause, Rose smiled.

"In this world, apart from gods, who can truly control their own life and death?"

Someone knocked Lester and Rose right?