Lux's Magic Penetration Rod

The stone door slowly opened.

"Come on." The other party's voice was extremely gentle, giving people a kind of warmth as if they had returned to the mother's body, making people believe subconsciously, "I have no ill intentions, I am just a little curious about the people who make ripples of fate - and, you Looks like he needs some rest too.”

Tarik and Jarvan IV looked at each other, finally nodded, and silently walked into the small stone house.

Then, they finally met the owner of the house.

This is a slim woman. She is wearing a simple robe. Her face and voice are as gentle as ever. Her lavender skin is like the first ray of dawn when the sky is about to dawn. When people see it, they will subconsciously feel a sense of nobility. Even Jarvan IV, a member of the Lightshield family and the future King of Demacia, would subconsciously feel ashamed of himself after meeting him.

The large piece looks like a natural birthmark or a magic tattoo, like the trajectory of a comet in the starry sky, engraved on her noble purple skin. There is no trace of ugliness or rebellion at all, as if it should be like this, making people look at it at a glance , I almost couldn’t help but indulge in it.

On her forehead, a slender horn that was not too sharp protruded upward. Even the arc had a somewhat noble flavor. Coupled with her pointed ears, it was the first time I saw her erudite face. People may subconsciously think of the legendary Vastayans, but once such thoughts arise, the person who evokes them will always shake their head severely to eliminate such blasphemous thoughts from their mind.

She is not a vastaya, not even the legendary vastashari, but something more advanced, older, and more natural!

"What flavor do you like?" Although she was stared at by two grown men, Taric and Jarvan IV, she did not show any shyness. Instead, she was as gentle as a mother. "Sweeter or salty?"

"sweet!"

"salty!"

Without much thought, Jarvan IV and Taric gave their opinions at the same time, but unfortunately, their opinions were not unanimous. One was a sweet party and the other was a salty party.

"OK."

Without the slightest hesitation, she took down a few jars from the shelf next to her, then used the wooden spoon in the jar to gently and reverently scoop out some powder, put them into two bowls of tea, and then picked them up. The kettle started to hiss at the right time, pouring hot water that had just boiled into the earthenware tea bowl.

The hot water swirled, foaming a little, and gradually showing the luster of amber. As if she was very satisfied with her work, a smile finally appeared on her lips, then she picked up the two bowls of tea and put them away respectively. In front of Taric and Jarvan IV.

"Be careful, it's hot."

Tarik and Jarvan IV almost subconsciously wanted to take the tea bowl. After her reminder, they suddenly understood. Then, both of them were a little embarrassed. They clearly felt the reminder in the other's words. They both felt sorry for the slightly rude gaze they had just given, and at the same time were surprised by the other's amazing charm.

"I'm Soraka." After both of them seemed to have come to their senses, the owner of the stone house sat next to the crude chair opposite them. "It's been a long time since anyone came to climb Mount Targon, so I I invite you to come over and have a chat.”

"Actually, Ms. Soraka." After hearing what the other party said, Tarik subconsciously said, "I was here just over a year ago."

"The will to protect, I know this." Soraka nodded after hearing this with a smile, "But you should also know that it was not a climb, but... it was a play that was planned in advance. At that time The person you were walking barefoot above the snow line was not the person you are today.”

"Does Ms. Soraka also know about the Titan?" Tarik asked a question that made him regretful as soon as he asked it. "Uh, I mean, you already knew about my climbing?"

"I have known about the guardian's clinging for a long time." Soraka smiled, waved her hand, and corrected calmly, "You should know that in that play, although you are the protagonist, the protagonist needs to follow the script. "

"What about Laxana?" Seeing that the other party seemed to know some inside stories about Mount Targon, Tarik couldn't help but ask the question he had been wondering for a long time, "Is her climbing also a show?"

"Laxana?" This time it was Soraka's turn to be surprised, "That name sounds like a lady."

"She is indeed a lady, a respectable model of nobility." Tarik nodded, "Just before I climbed Mount Targon, she just climbed up."

"If your concept of time has not changed due to climbing, then I may not have met that Laxana." Soraka finally showed a curious look on her face, "Can you tell me her story? ?In exchange, I can also tell you what I know about climbing Mount Targon."

Hearing what Soraka said, Taric and Jarvan IV were stunned for a moment.

Although it was just their first meeting, both of them clearly felt the ethereal feeling of the person in front of them. Although she was sitting in front of them with a smile, she seemed to be in the endless starry sky, which made people feel completely difficult to approach. , and as she spoke, she seemed to be aware of the same illusory fate. It seemed that it was this calmness in facing fate that allowed her to maintain her smile so calmly.

However, after talking about Laxana, Soraka seemed to have come to the world from heaven. For the first time, she showed real doubts and childlike curiosity. It seemed that she was really interested in Laxana. !

However, neither Taric nor Jarvan IV spoke immediately.

Regarding Laxana, the two people actually had different feelings.

For Jarvan IV, Laxana was something he had "always watched grow up". In his eyes, she was a young girl with a maturity that was inconsistent with his own age, and the reason for this maturity was , maybe pressure from her brother?

Although it was not very honest to criticize his best friend, the behavior of "blaming the bedwetting matter on his sister" still made Jarvan IV feel a bit of absurd contempt every time he thought about it.

Perhaps it was precisely because of her brother's inconsistent character that Laxana became a model of nobility in the capital early. Then in order to shoulder the responsibility of being a model of nobility, she suffered the punishment of a stone crown and finally climbed Mount Targon.

However, in Tariq's impression, Laxana is a rather mysterious and legendary person.

He could feel very clearly that many times Laxana had a certain purpose, but she was always able to cleverly hide her true purpose and did her best on the surface.

Therefore, he subconsciously wanted to ask the person in front of him about Laxana's previous climb. According to his idea, Laxana should have come to this hut before and sat in her seat to drink tea.

But what Tariq never expected was that Soraka said that she had never met Laxana.

This is very strange. Didn't Laxana reach the top of Mount Targon?

How is that possible!

Although the power of the Guardian Star Spirit has faded, Tarik knows very clearly that there are obvious traces of the baptism of heavenly light on Laxana's body.

In other words, she definitely climbed Mount Targon and bathed in the brilliant light of the sky with her own power. Otherwise, she would never have had such power. In addition, after meeting on Mount Targon, Laxana had climbed the mountain. Success is a sure thing, how could you not reach the top?

"Perhaps there is another way to climb Mount Targon?" Tarik whispered with some confusion, "Laxana is a respectable climber. She is called a model of Demacia's nobility. Just when I climbed She successfully climbed the mountain before going up to Targon.”

"The Mount Targon is huge." Soraka's voice was as ethereal as ever. "There are countless roads up the mountain, but the fate of anyone who bathes in the light of the sky will be connected to the heaven."

"..."

Taric and Jarvan IV looked at each other, and both felt the implication of Soraka's words.

"However, there is no trace of a person named Laxana on the starry sky that depicts the past and future."

"This is impossible." Jarvan IV shook his head, "Unless everything in Demacia will not appear on the starry sky."

"I can see clearly." Soraka held up her tea bowl, "The country called Demacia has justice, dark traces of corruption, and the remaining stars left by the guardian constellation, but there is no A star called Laxana, not even a comet.”

"Are you an astrologer?" Jarvan IV subconsciously frowned as Soraka's perception was not clear enough. "With all due respect, maybe the starry sky can indeed bring some revelations, but that probably doesn't explain it. everything."

Unlike Taric, Jarvan IV could only feel Soraka's tenderness and kindness. His Royal Highness, who had not bathed in the light of heaven, could not clearly realize who he was talking to, so when Soraka talked about the stars, After he categorically stated that there was no such thing as Laxana, he finally couldn't help but retort a few words.

However, although Jarvan IV's retort was somewhat rude, Soraka was not angry, but nodded seriously.

"Yes, this is exactly what I discovered." She said in a very novel and somewhat hopeful tone, "Destiny is not an eternal star map. Sometimes even a shooting star, or even a A comet can cause unpredictable ripples in the starry sky, so, Your Excellency Jarvan IV, please tell me about the past of this Lady Laxana!"

"Laxana is the youngest daughter of the Crownguard family..." Jarvan IV spoke subconsciously, and then his eyes widened in astonishment, "Wait a minute, I guess I didn't introduce myself!"

"Astrologers should always know a little trick." Soraka winked playfully, "Your Highness, tell me, just think of it as satisfying my curiosity and drinking a cup of tea. This shouldn't be a secret. news?"

Of course it's not some secret news. In fact, in Demacia, no one seems to be more magnanimous than Laxana - maybe other nobles are still ungrateful, but this noble model is walking the right path and doing the right thing. A model of excellence.

Therefore, after thinking for a moment and realizing that there was no problem, Jarvan IV began to talk about the Laxana he knew.

"She is the youngest daughter of the Crownguard family, and she has an older brother named Galen."

"She has been a very calm person since she was a child. Although girls tend to mature more precociously than boys, I always feel that Laxana is obviously more precocious than other girls."

"In the beginning, the nobles of Xiongdu heard this name for the first time because of her precise etiquette and maturity that did not match her age."

"Later, during the Bouvier family's banquet..."

"She has amazing artistic talent and is very skilled in many fields. To this day, her works can still be sold for very high prices in Xiongdu..."

"The Crownguard family's fiefdom is in Mithril City. I heard that she once led some things in Mithril City..."

"Then, there will be a marriage between a branch of the Crown Guard family..."

"Laxana rejected the Illuminati's mediation, chose to leave the capital, and accepted the punishment of the Stone Crown..."

"Wait until she returns from the summit..."

After confirming that there was nothing worth concealing, Jarvan IV drank tea and told Soraka about Laxana in his eyes. In his description, she was a somewhat old-fashioned but admirable person. A noble woman, even when talking about her choice to go to the north to guard the border, Jarvan IV's tone contained a bit of regret. Obviously, he regretted the decision made by Lux.

During Jarvan IV's narration, Soraka said nothing, only adding hot water to him twice. It was not until Jarvan IV finished that she smiled and showed an expression of realization.

"That's right, she is really an admirable lady!"

This compliment from the truth made both Taric and Jarvan IV subconsciously straighten their backs, and then, after hesitating for a moment, Taric finally spoke again.

"So, Lady Soraka, have you seen anything else about guardianship?"

"The guardian... the guardian has been broken. Above the constellation, the two remaining stars have been left in Demacia forever." Soraka paused, and then added, "At least from my perspective, I can see That’s it.”

"..."

Tarik did not speak, but looked at Jarvan IV beside him with the corner of his eye.

He didn't ask.

Soraka didn't answer either, but when she put down the tea cup, she nodded almost unknowingly - this moment of subtle communication was not seen by Jarvan IV, who had just raised his head to drink tea.

Tariq was slightly relieved after getting the answer. He finally put down the teacup and stood up on his own initiative.

"Thank you very much for your hospitality, Ms. Soraka." Taking a deep breath, Tariq whispered, "Although I still want to have another drink, the comfortable environment is obviously not conducive to our next climb. I think it’s time for us to go.”

"Of course, while the sun is still there, you may be able to reach the next stone platform quickly." Soraka nodded, then took two things that looked like talismans from the shelf behind her and handed them to the tower. Rick, "Well, good luck on your journey."

In this way, Jarvan IV, who was still a little confused, was pulled by Tariq, left this warm stone hut, and embarked on a climbing journey again.

And it seems that because of the effect of the hot tea, Jarvan IV, who used to climb slower than a turtle, can even climb a bit faster than Taric, who is used to being shrouded in skylight!

Kalya’s Little Classroom·Star Map of Destiny:

According to the views of some astrologers, everything in Runeterra and even the universe will be reflected on the starry sky, so star charts often become people's tools for divination - some people can really understand it, and some people are just looking for it for deception. An excuse.