"Kid, stand up and let me take a good look at you."
"yes."
Climbing up from the stone bricks, Sako's forehead was cracked, and blood flowed down his expressionless face, staining his pale skin red.
He has a hunchback, bow legs, his wrists are a little twisted, his nose is a little sunken, his eyebrows are delicate, and there is a mole next to his eye.
Like, but not quite like...
After observing the young 'Sako' in front of him for a few seconds, Leicester looked at Hector.
"Hector, what do you want?"
"I want to send Shaco to the Blood Amber Orphanage, where he will grow further and serve you forever, Master, is that okay?"
Under Hector's expectant gaze, Lester shook his head and looked towards the rising sun in the distance.
Although Hecht was indeed attentive, Hecht obviously did not understand what it meant to suddenly bring a child who had lived underground for seven years into the sun.
"With Sacco's skin now so fragile, he will be severely sunburned as soon as the sun comes out, and... kid, tell me, can you not see things in the distance?"
He hesitated for a moment. Although he didn't want to expose his flaws in front of his master, especially if his uncle would completely give up on him, the boy also understood that he had no choice.
This is a cruel reality that cannot be concealed, and the lie will be exposed as soon as it is exposed. Since he can no longer survive with his uncle, if he offends his master, he will really die.
The only one who can protect himself at this moment is his master.
In an instant, Sacco figured it all out, weighed the pros and cons, and made his choice without hesitation.
Sacco fell to his knees again, recalling his mother's actions to please his uncle. The boy pressed his face against Leicester's shoes and kissed them.
Looking at his boots stained red with blood, Lester frowned, but did not stop him.
Stopping Shaco at this moment would serve no purpose other than to make the boy completely despair.
"Yes, Master, I can't see things in the distance clearly."
Hector's eyes instantly became cold after he understood these two points. His murderous intention was leaked out inadvertently, but he retracted it instantly, as if it had never happened.
Lester secretly lamented that although Hector was a little nervous, the killer's skills had become much more refined, and his breath could be controlled freely.
'This bastard is so good at concealing it. No wonder he keeps saying that he can hit the target within ten meters, but his strength is not enough from ten meters away. It turns out that the bastard is a useless blind man! I was so blind that I spent seven years cultivating such a piece of trash! When the bastard was born, I should have put him into his father's arms...'
"I'm sorry, Master, for letting you see a despicable defective product. I beg you to forgive my stupid mistake and allow me to erase the mistake that stained your eyes..."
Hector fell to one knee and never looked at Shaco again.
In his eyes, his sister's son,
The boy named Sacco, a blood hybrid from Brian, is already dead.
Facing Hecht's request, Sacco did not raise his head, but silently pressed against Lester's boot, waiting in peace for the final death sentence.
It wasn't until this moment that Lester realized that his efforts over the past ten years had not been in vain. At least if the child in front of him was really the [Devil Clown], Sacco's life and death would be completely in his hands.
As long as he nods, another [Devil Clown] may be born elsewhere, but this Shaco is dead.
Even fate can't change the life and death of Sako in front of him.
But then again,
Since I don't know if this 'Saco' is a demon clown, why don't I create a [demon clown] myself and control it in my hands? Just like [Evelyn], she gives these 'heroes' the meaning of survival by herself.
Who stipulates that original heroes are real heroes?
A game is a game after all, just a microcosm of this majestic world and its insignificance. No matter how powerful Caitlin is in the game, in reality she is just an ordinary Sheriff of Piltover.
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Passivity has never been my style, the initiative must be in my own hands.
If there are other demon clowns, let your Shaco kill the other Shacos.
[Devil Clown] can only be controlled by himself.
"No, Hector, you did a great job, I like this kid very much."
Patting Hector's shoulder, under Hector's puzzled gaze, Lester unlocked the lock, took off his black cloak, and threw it at his feet. The cloak slipped off and covered the boy's humble face. physically.
The boy who was ready to accept death felt his head sink. A reassuring smell came from the cloak, and the remaining warmth of the cloak made the boy feel a rare warmth.
Instinctively, the boy shrank his body under his cloak, gaining a sense of security he had never felt before.
The next second, the darkness dissipated, and the sun broke through the icy sky, casting the first ray of brilliant golden light on the earth.
For most people, golden light is a healing light that warms the heart. But for Sacco, who has never seen sunlight, he only felt an uneasy burning sensation and a threat of death coming from all over him. , the skin began to scream in fear, causing an allergic reaction.
"Sako, put on your cloak to prevent the sun from harming you. Follow my footsteps, I will cure your myopia, and I will also find a way to protect your skin from the sun... Hector, retreat, you I am very satisfied with the gift, and Sacco will follow me in the future."
"Yes, my master."
The cold sight outside the sun quietly disappeared. He understood that his uncle had left, and Sacco, who had gained a second life, huddled tightly under his cloak, bent over, and stared at his master's heels with his peripheral vision. There was the smell of his own blood there. , and the owner’s unique peace of mind.
It seems that if you follow the master, you will not be harmed.
"Master, where are you taking me?"
The boy's voice was still weird, as if he was speaking with a pinched throat, and had a weird tearing feeling.
"Go to your new home."
"Where is your new home?"
"The Underground Fortress of the Shining Silver Mountains."
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After temporarily changing his trip to the Blood Amber Orphanage, Lester took Shaco on a carriage and went straight to the underground of the Silver Silver Mountains, handing Shaco to Uzar in the ruins workshop.
"Use the magic alchemy table to try to cure this child's myopia and skin disease. At least make him not afraid of the sun. By the way, test his magic talent. If he can cultivate it, cultivate it. If he can't cultivate it, let him follow Tyr. Study.”
"Okay, Lord Leicester, we will start working on the formula now."
Holding a small piece of Lester's clothes, Sacco observed the strangers around him expressionlessly.
The squirrel curiously circled the cautious Sako a few times, but suddenly sensed a fatal threat. The squirrel could only retreat quickly, staying away from the dangerous little guy.
"Shaco, you are not allowed to hurt anyone here, especially that rat, do you understand?"
"Understood, Master, I will not hurt anyone, even if I die."
Nodding, Sacco was pulled to an indifferent man by Lester again.
Sako recognized that the cold man was the same killer as his uncle, named Tiers. Before that, he and Tiers had never spoken.
"Tiers, let Shaco learn magic from Uzar and the others first. If Shaco doesn't have magic talent, you can take him with you and teach him everything you have."
"Master, I understand."
Tiers agreed without any questions. For any night blade killer, obeying orders is the instinct of survival.
"Sacco, from now on you will follow Uncle Urza and Uncle Tiers and listen to their words."
"Okay, Master Lester."
After the arrangements were made, Lester left the underground fortress.
The reason why Lester handed Shaco to the second-generation Night Blade Killer, Tiers, who was extremely talented in traps, was because Lester wanted to bring Shaco closer to the [Demon Clown] in Runeterra. Although for Shaco, Fate is a bit too cruel, but this is the best fate track for Sako.
He wants to completely transform the clown into the most perfect killer demon.
The chessboard of fate has been smashed on the head, and the chips of growth have been pushed to Sacco. Whether he can put the box in or not depends entirely on the boy himself. chaptere
