"That's a mortal demon."

Svein confirmed his thoughts at one time. If he had a team or a few trustworthy subordinates, then this guy would never be able to leave in front of him in any case.

I wouldn't have any nonsense with him, and I would just kill him.

It is true that such people are not uncommon in Noxus. There are also many people in Noxus who regard killing as their art, but this is the first time he has seen a person who is distorted to such a degree. You should never think about controlling such a person, because there is nothing in the other person's heart that cannot be used to interpret his art.

"But it's really awkward."

With a crutch, Svein walked silently in the rain. He did not take away the coins because he knew that he would never go back to eat the meat. If he ate the things given by the guy rashly, he would undoubtedly enter another trap of the guy. If he didn't eat the meat and took away the coins, then his fate would not be much better.

He knew artists very well and knew how paranoid they would be for the so-called art. He could not take the money from those dead bodies. As long as he took the money, he would get the blood of the Ionians, and the law enforcement officers here would ask him to beat him. He, a disabled Noxusian, can just become the vent point for the people here.

No one cares about the enemy's wailing, especially the enemy is still a disabled person. As for believing in the morality of the Ionians, if these are useful, he would not have walked here in this way.

So he walked silently in the rain and thought about how he could return to Noxus.

"Countless ambitions... when you don't have the ability, you're just empty talk."

The cold rain kept taking away the heat from his body. In fact, he felt his physical strength fading quickly, and the worst thing was that the wound on his body also felt a stinging feeling, which showed that the wound he had finally cleaned was wet by the rain again. This was quite fatal to him, so he couldn't help but sigh, and speeded up his pace as much as possible without falling.

Although he wanted to return to Noxus as soon as possible, and was sure that the god walking on earth could agree to his request to become an official, the current situation was that he would most likely die in the continuous rain, or in the hands of those oppressed Aionians who were about to go crazy.

The same has happened to his nightmare recently. All his sacrifices and dreams disappeared with him falling ill in bed. The opportunity to achieve great things that he finally encountered was also missed because he could not go there. He could only watch the rise and destruction of Noxus in the afterlife, but could not participate in it and add some strength to this career.

If he really wanted Kun to be in Ionia, then even if he added a brick to the Noxus wall and died, he would be willing to give up his remaining life and put that brick on it.

The wooden stick was not very useful in the muddy road. He had to press the gravity of his body on it very hard before he could make sure that he would not fall down. But unfortunately, when he passed by a pool, the wooden stick he inserted into the mud and pressed against a small stone in the mud, which made him misjudgment. So when he wanted to move his legs, he lost his balance and fell directly into the mud pond.

The yellow sludge covered his whole body, and his already dirty silver-white hair became even more dirty at this moment. The stench of the mud and the stinging sensation of the wound made him realize that he had to get up immediately and return to his residence to clean the wound, but no matter how hard he tried, the filthy sludge made his struggle useless.

He remembered that this place was a foundation where the Ionians wanted to build a house. The other party went bankrupt because of the war between Ionia and Noxus, so the house was dug a foundation. This place was filled with silt and sewage because of the continuous rain.

He struggled hard to expose his mouth and nose from the mud, but his body was too weak to support the job. However, this did not make him give up. He squirmed his body as much as possible, although this would make his wounds and coat enter more mud. He pushed himself to the edge of the mud, let his upper body escape from the mud, and breathed a slightly stinky fresh air.

"It's so embarrassing."

He thought this way, but from the corner of his eyes he saw a figure coming from afar. He saw with his somewhat blurry eyes that the other party was an Ionian, and a glimmer of hope arose in his heart. Perhaps he could ask for help from this passerby and let him pull himself out of the quagmire.

But he immediately extinguished this glimmer of hope. He knew what he had done, so he only wanted the other party to leave quickly and then slowly got up from the mud. But he was disappointed. The man stood there the moment he saw him. Even though his eyes were fascinated by the mud, he still recognized that it was a gray-haired woman. The other party came out on such a rainy day not for anything else, but for some wild vegetables.

After all, the people who can live here are people with little money and capital, and most of them have lost something in the two wars. So when the old woman struggled to pick up a branch and smashed it down at his head, there was still no turmoil in his heart.

After all, to them, he is an enemy. He never denies this, nor will he deny it. Because if he is a demon for people outside his country and makes them want to kill him, then that means something.

He is likely to be a hero in his country.

"Hahaha!!"

The old woman's voice was quite shrill, like a crow roaring at night. Svein kept blocking with his intact arms, trying to buy himself more time. But for the newspaper today, he hadn't eaten well for a day, and it was even more impossible for Jin to eat after he arrived, so his strength was not even as strong as a woman.

The worst thing is that he had to maintain his body so that he would not be overwhelmed by mud, and more pain came from his wounds. He also felt many tiny mouthparts inserted into the blood vessels on his broken leg. They were countless blood-sucking lees, and his arms were not much better. Because of his struggle and scratches, the broken arms were completely exposed to the mud and water.

Am I going to die?

Blood loss and dizziness. Although he had the same will as steel, his body was still a mortal. I don’t know how long it took, but he only felt that the old woman hit his arms and head with a branch slower and slower, while his arms and head were getting heavier and he became heavier. He did not feel sad because he was about to face death, because he would have to be killed when he went to the battlefield. What he regretted was that he failed to see Duckwell’s incompetence early, so that he could not continue to serve Noxus.

This is the saddest thing in his life.

He did not hate this old woman. Although the other party was not rich, he would also give other children food when they were hungry, and always welcome others with a smile. Even the worst gangster in this town would lower his head in front of her and no longer have her money to be presumptuous.

But as long as the Noxus appears, the smile on the old woman's face will disappear. The reason is very simple, because the Noxus kills her whole family.

Svey had no regrets about this, because when he ordered the killing of these Ionians, he was fighting for his own country. But if she was killed, there would be no trouble. He was an invader, and he was plundering wealth for the empire behind him. In the past, he had no hesitation about this. If Noxus could be stronger, he would be happy to kill newborn babies and pregnant women to be born.

This is Noxus.

Will I hesitate now?

When the wooden stick hit him on the head, causing him to feel dizzy, Svein asked himself in his heart.

The answer almost instantly appeared in his heart.

Won't.

Is he angry about this ending?

Won't.

Because he was an invader, if someone invaded Noxus, he would give that person a thousand times more terrible treatment than he is now. He would let the other party watch his wife and children cut into pieces, and anyone related to him would suffer, his homeland would be burned by him, and everything he believed in would be trampled by the Noxus.

It is a matter of course that the murderer was killed, and there was no snowflake in the avalanche that was innocent. It was Duckwell's order to attack Ionia, but it was impossible to use this excuse to say that he had no mistakes against the Ionians. Because when he was plundering wealth and everything from the Ionians and making Noxus stronger.

He is very happy.

Even though he had opposed sending troops before, his reason for opposing sending troops was that he could not take down Ionia in a short time. And his only regret was that he failed to make his life useful contribution to Noxus.

He leaned quietly in the mud and no longer had the strength to move. The old woman kept gasping. She looked at Svein, who was lying in the mud and couldn't help laughing. She longed for revenge because her family was killed by the King's team invaded by Noxus, and the memories of her family, her, her husband and her family disappeared. Originally, she had a grandson, and in order to make this grandson survive, she pawned everything that could be pawned, the love tokens given by her husband, the jewelry from the wedding, and the jewelry left by her daughter, but her grandson still died by calling her parents' names when she was seriously ill.

The joy of revenge is so wonderful that she will not let the Noxseis fall into the mud in a coma. She will use all her strength to smash the other person's head, and then slowly cut off his head with her knife and hang it at the door of the town, so that the Noxseis can understand where they are.

"Die."

She finally took revenge.

With a relief smile, she raised the thick wooden stick in her hand again, trying to smash Svein's head, but just as she was immersed in the joy of revenge, her world turned into darkness. When she opened her eyes again, she had already arrived at a place full of cherry blossoms. A graceful fox was standing in front of her and looking at her, and beside this fox was her family who had long disappeared from the world.

And her husband also became the young man in the past and was giggling at her.

Just like years.

"It seems that I'm coming in time."

He pulled out his flying axe and wiped the blood on the old woman's clothes. The flying axeman looked at Svein who was lying in the mud and couldn't help but whistle, then tilted his head to the person behind him, asking them to pull Svein out of the mud. Seeing Svein's miserable situation, he couldn't help but whistle.

"But you're so embarrassed."

……………………

When Svein woke up again, he felt the quilt warmth. He remembered the touch. This cotton was unique to Noxus. It was picked and woven by thousands of slaves, and then sewed into a simple but practical appearance. Moreover, the pain on his body was greatly relieved, and the smell of Noxus's unique potion came from the air. The smell of the herbs and alchemy potions was always so unbearable.

Next to him was a man who kept humming a tune. The other party was putting his feet on the table and shaking the chair under his butt. This stupid way, besides breaking the person's neck, could only make the person feel frivolous. He stood up slowly, but found that his already broken arm had become shorter.

His movements were naturally discovered by the man who was shaking the chair. Svein watched him throw a potion in front of him and shake the chair even more violently.

"Your wound was infected too deeply, so for your life, I decided to let the doctor cut you some more. But believe me, you won't want to know what's in that quagmire. I think it's a good thing for us not to say that thing. After all, I'm hungry, and you will be no exception."

Svein didn't care about this. Even if there was nothing, it would be gone. He cared more about another thing.

"Who sent you, Draven, you should show off your force in the arena now."

He opened the bottle of the medicine. If the other party wanted to kill him, he would have done this long ago, so he drank the bottle of medicine without any hesitation.

"It's usually true...but this time it's a little different... Well, although I really want to say that it was His Majesty the Emperor who asked me to pick you up and become an official, but it's a pity."

Draven spread his hands.

"Your Majesty the Emperor wants to kill you even more."

Svein's hand shook, because it was indeed the most likely thing to happen.

"so."

Draven showed an iconic smile.

"So I'm here."
Chapter completed!