"He's a devil who must die."
Swein confirmed his thoughts once again. If he had a squad or a few trustworthy subordinates, this guy would never have swaggered away in front of him.
Sven wouldn't waste any time talking to him and would just kill him.
Of course, such people weren't rare in Noxus. There was no lack of Noxus people who treated killing as an art. However, it was his first time seeing someone who was twisted to such an extent. One should never think of controlling such a person because there was nothing in his heart that couldn't be used to interpret his art.
"But I'm really in a sorry state."
Leaning on his crutch, Sven walked silently in the rain. He didn't take the coins because he knew that he would never go back to eat the meat. If he rashly ate the food given by that guy, he would undoubtedly fall into another trap of that guy. And if he didn't eat the meat before taking the coins, he wouldn't end up well either.
He understood artists well and knew how paranoid they would be for the sake of their so-called art. He couldn't take the money from the corpses because if he did, he would be stained with the blood of the Ionians. Then, the Enforcers would come looking for him and beat him up. A crippled Noxus person like him would be the perfect target for them to vent their anger.
No one would care about the wails of their enemies, especially when the enemy was a cripple. As for believing in the morals of the Ionians, if it was useful, he wouldn't be walking around in such a state.
Therefore, he walked silently in the rain and thought about how he could return to Noxus.
"Countless ambitions … They're nothing but empty words when I don't have the ability to do so."
The cold rain constantly took away the heat from his body. In fact, he didn't eat much and he could feel his stamina rapidly depleting. The worst thing was that the wounds on his body were stinging, which meant that the wounds that he had cleaned with great difficulty were once again soaked by the rain. This was quite fatal for him, so he couldn't help but sigh. He tried his best to quicken his pace without falling.
Even though he wanted to return to Noxus as soon as possible and was certain that the God who walked among men would agree to his request, the current situation was that he would most likely die in the continuous rain or at the hands of the Ionians who were on the verge of going crazy.
His recent nightmares were the same. All his sacrifices, all his dreams, all his dreams had vanished with his illness. He had finally gotten the chance to realize his ambitions, but he had missed it because he couldn't go. He could only watch the rise and fall of Noxus in the afterlife, but he couldn't participate and contribute to this cause.
If he really wanted to return to Ionia, even if he had to add a brick to the walls of Noxus and die, he would be willing to give up his life to add that brick.
The wooden stick wasn't very useful on the muddy road. He had to exert a lot of weight on the stick to ensure that he wouldn't fall. But it was a pity that when he passed by a puddle, the wooden stick he inserted into the mud blocked a small pebble and caused him to misjudge. When he tried to move his legs, he lost his balance and fell into the mud.
Yellow mud covered his entire body. His already dirty silver-white hair became even dirtier at this moment. The stench of mud and the stinging pain from his wounds made him realize that he had to get up and return to his residence to clean his wounds. But no matter how hard he struggled, the dirty mud made his struggle futile.
He remembered this place. It was the foundation of an Ionian who wanted to build a house. But because of the war between Ionia and Noxus, he went bankrupt and only managed to dig a foundation for the house. Because of the continuous rain, this place was filled with mud and sewage.
He struggled with all his might to get his nose and mouth out of the mud, but his body was too weak and he couldn't do it. However, this was not enough to make him give up. He tried his best to wiggle his body, even though this would cause more mud to enter his wounds and coat. He pushed himself to the edge of the quagmire, letting his upper body out of the quagmire and breathing in the slightly stinky fresh air.
"I'm in such a sorry state."
While he was pondering, he saw a figure approaching from the corner of his eyes. He used his blurry vision to identify the figure as an Ionian and a trace of hope rose in his heart. Perhaps he could ask for help from this passerby to pull him out of the mud.
But he extinguished this trace of hope immediately. He knew what he had done, so he only hoped that the other party would leave quickly so that he could slowly climb out of the mud. But to his disappointment, the person stood still the moment he saw him. Even though his eyes were muddy, he could still recognize that it was a white-haired woman. She came out in such a rainy day for nothing but some wild vegetables.
After all, the people who lived here didn't have much money or capital. Most of them had lost something in the two wars. So when the old woman picked up a branch and smashed it on his head, he still didn't feel anything in his heart.
After all, to them, he was the enemy. He had never denied this point, and he would never deny this point. Because if he was the devil to the people outside his country and made them want to kill him, then it meant one thing.
He was most likely a hero in his country.
"Hahaha!!"
The old woman's voice was quite mournful, like the cries of crows at night. Swein kept blocking with his intact arm, trying to buy himself more time. But for today's newspaper, he hadn't eaten well the entire day. It was even more impossible for him to eat after Ember's arrival. Therefore, his strength was inferior to a woman's.
The worst thing was that he had to maintain his figure to prevent himself from being drowned by the mud. Furthermore, his wound was sending him more pain. He also felt many tiny mouthparts stabbing into the blood vessels on his severed leg. They were countless blood-sucking leeches. And his arm wasn't any better. Due to his struggles and scraping, his severed arm was completely exposed in the mud.
Am I going to die?
Blood loss and dizziness. Even though he had steel-like willpower, his body was still that of a mortal. After an unknown period of time, he felt that the old woman's speed of smashing his arm and head with the branch was slowing down. As for his arm and head, they were getting heavier. He didn't feel sad because he was about to die because he had to be prepared to be killed on the battlefield. What he regretted was that he hadn't seen through Darkwill's incompetence early on, causing him to be unable to continue serving Noxus.
This was the saddest thing in his life.
He didn't hate the old woman. Although she wasn't rich, she would share food with the other children when they were hungry. Furthermore, she would always receive others with a beaming smile. Even the worst hooligans in the town would lower their heads in front of her, no longer acting impudently in front of her.
But as long as Noxus people appeared, the old woman's smile would vanish. The reason was simple — the Noxus people had killed her entire family.
Sven didn't feel any remorse because when he gave the order to kill the Ionians, he was fighting for the interests of his country. But if they were killed by her, it wouldn't cause any ripples. He was an invader. He was plundering the wealth of the empire behind him. In the past, he didn't have any hesitation. If he could make Noxus stronger, he was willing to kill newborn babies and pregnant women.
This was Noxus.
Would I hesitate now?
When the wooden club struck his head, causing him to feel dizzy, Sven asked himself this question in his heart.
And the answer appeared in his heart almost instantly.
No.
Would he resent this outcome?
No.
Because he was an invader. If someone were to invade Noxus, he would make that person suffer a treatment ten thousand times more terrifying than now. He would make that person watch helplessly as his wife and children were sliced into pieces. Anyone related to him would be tortured. His home would be burned. Everything he believed in would be trampled by the Noxus people.
It was only right for a murderer to be killed. Not a single snowflake in an avalanche was innocent. Attacking Ionia was Darkwill's order, but it was impossible to use this excuse to say that he didn't do anything wrong to the Ionians. Because he was plundering the wealth and everything from the Ionians to make Noxus stronger.
He was very happy.
Even though he had previously objected to sending troops, the reason for his objection was that he couldn't take down Ionia in a short period of time. And his only regret was that he wasn't able to contribute his life to Noxus.
He quietly leaned against the mud, no longer having the strength to move. The old woman kept panting. She looked at Sven, who was lying in the mud, and couldn't help but want to laugh out loud. She yearned for revenge because her family had been killed by the Noxus invaders. Her home, her memories with her husband, and her family had all vanished. Originally, she had a grandson. In order to let this grandson live, she pawned everything she could pawn, including the love token from her husband, the jewelry from her wedding, and the jewelry left behind by her daughter. However, her grandson still died of a serious illness while calling out his parents' names.
The joy of revenge was so wonderful that she wouldn't let this Noxus people lie unconscious in the mud. She would use all her strength to crush his head, then use her knife to slowly cut off his head and hang it at the entrance of the town, letting the Noxus people know where they were.
"Die."
She finally had her revenge.
With a smile of relief, she raised the thick wooden stick in her hand once again, intending to crush Sven's head. But just as she was immersed in the joy of revenge, her world turned into a mass of darkness. When she opened her eyes again, she was already in a place full of cherry blossoms. A graceful fox stood before her, looking at her. And beside the fox was her family who had long disappeared from this world.
Her husband had also returned to his youthful appearance and was smirking at her.
Just like years ago.
"Seems like I came just in time."
The axe-thrower pulled out his hatchet and wiped the blood stains on it on the old woman's clothes. He couldn't help but whistle when he saw Sven lying in the mud. Then, he tilted his head to the people behind him and ordered them to pull Sven out of the mud. And when he saw Sven's miserable state, he couldn't help but whistle.
"But you're really pathetic."
…
When Sven woke up again, he felt the slight warmth of the cotton quilt. He remembered this feeling. This cotton was unique to Noxus. It was picked and woven by thousands of slaves and sewed into a simple but practical appearance. And the pain in his body had been greatly reduced. The unique smell of Noxus potions also filled the air. The smell of herbs and alchemy potions had always been so unbearable.
And beside him was a man who kept humming a tune. The man put his feet on the table and kept shaking the chair under his butt. This stupid way of shaking the chair could not only break the man's neck, but also make him look frivolous. He slowly got up, only to find that his broken arm had become even shorter.
His movement was naturally noticed by the man who was shaking the chair. Sven watched as the man threw a potion in front of him and shook the chair even harder.
"Your wound is infected too deeply, so for the sake of your life, I made the decision for you to let the doctor cut off some more for you. But believe me, you don't want to know what's in that quagmire. I think it's a good thing for both of us if we don't talk about it. After all, I'm hungry, and you're no exception. "
Sven didn't care about this. What he didn't have was already gone. He was more concerned about another thing.
"Who sent you here, De Levin? You should be showing off your strength in the arena now."
He opened the bottle of potion. If the man wanted to kill him, he would have done so already, so he drank the potion without hesitation.
"Usually, it's like this … But this time, it's a little different … Well, although I want to say that His Majesty sent me to take you back to be an official, it's a pity."
De Levin spread his hands.
"His Majesty wants to kill you more."
Sven's hands trembled because this was indeed the most likely thing to happen.
"So."
De Levin showed his signature smile.
"So I'm here."
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