League of Legends Millennium Warlord

A cane tapped on the snow, and the person spoke obscure Freljordian. Jace could only understand some short words in slightly rushed sentences, such as 'mother', and another example. ,'help'.

"Master! Please save my mother, please! My mother is freezing to death!"

The few keywords he could understand made Jace understand that the stranger was probably here to help him. After thinking about this, Jace knelt on the snow without hesitation and kept kowtowing to the stranger, feeling anxious. Under the circumstances, Jace, who was only focused on asking for help, forgot that the person coming might not understand Zaun.

However, this small mistake did not trouble the knowledgeable mage. The mage instantly determined the whereabouts of the mother and son through the Piltover variant Zaun spoken by Jace, even if it was just the most insignificant thing in the long journey. part.

During the conversation, snowflakes fell again from the sky, and the erratic weather heralded the coming of another snowstorm.

The mage knew that if he left like this, the mother and son would definitely die in such an environment.

Looking away from the woman's purple-blue fingers from the cold, the mage raised his head, knowing that he didn't have much time left for him. After experiencing countless censures from fate, he was not prepared to interfere too much with the fate of the mother and son, but He won't turn down a favor.

Without saying anything else, the mage bent down and touched Jace's head, straightened up,

The mage stretched out his right hand. Under the stimulation of arcane energy, a gemstone shone with azure magic light and floated in the palm of his hand. A twisted symbol forcibly engraved by arcane energy appeared on the magic spinel. The symbol symbolized space. The basic elements of the composition also play a role in stabilizing the space.

For him, it is not difficult to teleport across continents. What is difficult is how to avoid teleporting others other than himself into the stone blocks that have changed the terrain, or teleporting into the sky.

In order to save time and avoid scaring others by suddenly appearing in the bustling streets, the mage spent a lot of time marking most areas of Runeterra in his own way. As long as it is used properly, no matter how terrifying the power is, It becomes a smile that warms the heart.

I don’t know if the mother and son are lucky enough, but he can sense that the teleportation point closest to Zuan that he marked with arcane magic has not changed in any way.

Through the activated arcane gems, the teleportation array was enough to accurately teleport the mother and son outside the coastal port city.

What threatened the lives of the mother and son was the coldness of the Freljord. When they reached the warm zone, he naturally did not need to consider additional troubles. Whether the mother and son lived or died had nothing to do with him.

It's a bit cumbersome to say, but these thoughts only flashed in the mage's mind.

Holding the arcane stone tightly, the mage began to wave the staff with vigorous and powerful movements. Amidst the howling of the wind, the mage built arcane runes from scratch that were transmitted from space to space.

In a few breaths, the runes were connected together in the form of magic threads, and appeared in front of Jace's eyes in the form of a dark blue magic glow visible to the naked eye.

Without seeing the forging skills left by the ancient goat god, Jace was stunned by the beautiful and mysterious magical glow, but the mage did not leave Jace with more time to be surprised and watch.

"Bang!"

As if the air was exploding and shattering, the harsh buzzing sound and shock wave made Jace instinctively close his eyes. When he realized that his body was weightless, Jace found that he and his mother were floating, getting closer and closer to the violent blue magic circle.

"Buzz!"

Along with the annihilation of the teleportation circle, the three people disappeared into the wind and snow.

…

"The Tallis family?"

Hearing what her husband Tobias said, Cassandra couldn't help but start to frown and think about which famous family the Tallis family was. Unfortunately, after thinking for a long time, she had no impression.

"It's the family of small craftsmen who started out with the invention patent of the folding wrench."

Seeing that Cassandra was silent, Tobias could only remind her in a low voice.

"The family left Piltover with most of their property before. It seemed they encountered some trouble outside. Only the mother and son came back. They looked miserable."

Nodding, Cassandra tentatively recognized the status of the Tallis family.

"Okay, but they can come back as soon as they come back. Why would they want to find us?"

"Ms. Tallis suffered severe frostbite and required expensive surgery to amputate her leg, followed by recuperation and prosthetics...

Ms. Tallis said that if we could help him and fund her son's education, we would be willing to transfer the patent rights to the folding wrench, and that if her son Jess invented something in the future, we would also give priority to it. cooperate,

Cassandra, I think this business can be done. Although the patent rights of the folding wrench are not worth a few dollars, mosquitoes are still meat no matter how small they are. We have ready medical resources that can help the mistress of the Talis family complete the operation. As for the It would not be a problem to finance her son's education. It would be more than enough to use the patent rights of the folding wrench to do this.

In addition, we can gain a good reputation as a philanthropist.

Cassandra, do you think this is possible? "

Kassandra somewhat agreed with her husband's analysis. As Tobias said, what is most urgent for the Tallis family is not worth mentioning for today's Gila Mann family, but Tully The conditions given by the Si family are enough to be considered sincere.

"You go ahead and do this. First, help Ms. Tallis complete the operation. Then remember to prepare the written documents to prevent the Tallis family from denying her account in the future."

"Why don't you meet Tallis and his son?"

Cassandra shook her head.

"I have more important things to do now. The Myrdalda family will hold a birthday party in a few days. I heard that it is a little princess from the north. It will take time to customize the dress and prepare the gifts. We must not lose our etiquette."

Hearing this, Tobias breathed a sigh of relief. This was the first time that he had gained the power to do something independently from his wife Cassandra. This was much more exciting than shooting a gun in the law enforcement team.

He called a few hired workers and a carriage.

Tobias came to the gate of Giraman Manor and asked the hired workers to carry the pale woman into the carriage. Also getting on the carriage was a little boy who was clutching a purple-blue stone.

"Mr. Tobias..."

On the stretcher, the weak Mistress Talis looked at Tobias, who nodded seriously.

"Ms. Tallis, I accept your deal on behalf of the Gila Mann family. I only hope that you can be honest and abide by the agreement in this transaction."

"Don't worry, the patent rights for the folding wrench will be transferred after I finish the operation. Jace, remember this Uncle Tobias. He will be your sponsor from now on. Don't let Uncle Tobias and Cassian down." Aunt Della’s expectations are to study hard and repay them when you get ahead in the future, do you understand?”

Listening to his mother's blessing, Jess bowed his head submissively.

"Thank you Uncle Tobias, I will study hard."

"Um."

Nodding casually meant he had coped with it. Tobias actually didn't expect much from the smart little Jace. Even if there was any gain, it would be more than ten years later. If Jace himself was uneducated and incompetent, Of course, the funding agreement will be terminated. This is an unspoken rule that needs no further explanation.

What the Giraman family and his wife didn't know was that under Lester's arrangement, little Jace had already entered the sight of the Blade of the Night.

In order for Jace to successfully invent Hextech flying doors in the future, Lester will not interfere in any way with Jace's growth unless he encounters a fatal threat.

After Jace showed up, Lester decided to go to Zaun.

Three days later, a Noxian warship docked at the dock of the Gate of the Sun. Mel, the exiled little black girl of the Myrdalda family, and her eldest black girl mother arrived in Piltover and were greeted by grand reception,

Another three days passed, and the Myrdalda family's birthday party was held on time. In order to prevent Countess Myrdalda from recognizing his identity, Lester did not go to the banquet. However, Ahri kept acting coquettishly and wanted to join in the fun. Lester entrusted Ahri to Camille and asked Camille to take Ahri to the banquet.

With the chief assassin of Night Blade on the scene, Lester doesn’t have to worry about Ahri being wronged in any way. As for whether someone will regard Ahri as Camille’s and his illegitimate daughter, Lester can’t control that much. .

…

In the dark alley of Zaun, there are only two people in Fulgen's Tavern, which has been cleared by gang forces. One is as tall as a giant, and the other is short and thin, looking malnourished.

After calming down for a few days, in order to avoid the brotherhood turning into hatred, Fandel and Hilko decided to sit down and talk about their future.

Sitting on the round palm wood wine table, the burly Fandel lit his pipe with a match and smoked without saying a word. Hilko's cheeks across the table looked even thinner, but his eyes were unusually calm.

Hilko, who never liked drinking, actually picked up the whiskey and took a big sip. After coughing for several breaths, he put down the glass and spoke seriously first with a slightly red face.

"Fander, I have thought about what you said these past two days, and I think what you said makes some sense. Our dream is to let the Zaun people have dignity. If there is a gentler way to achieve this, With a little words, I can take a step back,

I promise you that we will not conduct alchemical experiments on human bodies for the time being, as long as you can prove that we can win the respect of the people in the upper city in other ways.

I think you should understand that the respect I am talking about is not just verbal respect, but that those arrogant gangsters no longer regard Zu An as a piece of plasticine that they can manipulate at will.

What I want is absolute equality. Just like the people of Zaun who want to go to the city need to pass the identity check, the people of Piltover must get the consent of the people of Zaun to go to the city. Can you do it? "

Taking the pipe out of his mouth, Fandel didn't say anything, but just handed the burning pipe to Hilko,

Hilko frowned and took it, thinking that Fandel always had a calm face when he smoked. He thought that the smoke was not too strong, so he tried to take a puff. Unexpectedly, a pungent and hot smoke came out. It sprayed out from Hilko's mouth and nose, making him choke for a long time.

"What kind of smoke are you talking about? Why is it so choking?"

While talking about broken cigarettes, Hilko, who had always refused to admit defeat, took another puff, and then, without any surprise, coughed even harder.

"Just get used to it."

Before Hilko took the third puff, the considerate Fandel took the initiative to take the pipe from Hilko's hand, with a long-lost smile on his face, and drank up Hilko's half glass of whiskey in one gulp.

“We two brothers will work together and unite all the forces that can be united in Zaun, and we will definitely win the respect of Piltover.

Hilko, you go and integrate the power of Baron Alchemy, and I will unify the dark alley. The two of us complement each other and form a fist.

Brother, I promise you, we will always fight side by side on this road. "

Hearing this, Hilko also had a smile on his tense face.

"Except for the time I've been to your pub once when it was just being renovated, this is the second time I've been back. It seems pretty good now. No wonder your job as a pub owner is so comfortable and you earn a lot of money, right?"

"Anyway, it's enough to keep the business going, Hilko. If you like, come and go. As long as you drink at my place, it will always be free."

Hilko smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Forget it about drinking. You know my health has never been very good. Smoking and drinking will only make me die faster. I can't compare with a bear like you."

Fandel smiled and filled himself up with whiskey, took another glass of red wine and gave Hilko an empty glass.

"Haha, actually compared to the 'Wolf Fist' that others call me, I still prefer the 'Bear' you called me. A Bear is much more ferocious than a wolf."

"Then you are wrong. The reason why I gave you the nickname Bear is because every time you want to be a good person, you frown like a stupid bear who can't dance."

The two of them opened their hearts again and chatted until late at night, half-drunk and half-drunk, talking about Zaun's future. Fander was fine, but Silko fell asleep directly.

The person who wanted to greet Hilko took Hilko back, but Fandel found that Hilko came to the appointment alone. For Hilko to believe in him so much, Fandel couldn't help but regret that he had some feelings for Hilko before. Mean attitude.

"You are a bit bad, but you are really good to your own people, and you are not afraid that I will sell you out."

After thinking about it, Fandel called in Severka, a strong female thug who was guarding the door of the tavern.

"Sevika, carry Hilko into my room."

Hearing this, Sevika frowned.

"Boss, where does Hilko sleep, then where do I sleep?"

The half-drunk Fander waved his hand.

"I'll sleep with Hilko tonight, and you can find a place to sleep by yourself."

"cut."

The female thug spat disdainfully, picked up Hilko and walked towards the tavern. She walked through the corridor all the way to Fandel's room. Severka slammed Hilko onto Fandel's big bed, even though it was There was a muffled sound, and Hilko was still unconscious with his tongue lolling.

"It seems like I have to sleep with you. Zu An is so old, I can sleep in a brothel!"

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