"The ship came and stopped on the shore. I'm pretty sure that there was a white cloth tied to the bow of the ship. The waterline was very shallow and there shouldn't be much cargo."
"good, very good."
No longer looking at the spy, the scarred-faced woman turned around and spoke to the hooded man respectfully.
"Ms. Grace, I will trouble you next. Please rest assured that you will not be short of any reward you deserve. This is War Mother Mabel's promise."
"Well, lead the way."
The iceborn warlock's old voice reminded Scar Girl of the night owl's cry she heard on a moonless night when she was a child. It was sharp and evil. Scar Girl couldn't help but shudder as the rumors emerged in her mind.
Legend has it that the ice-born sorceress in front of her is an immortal old monster who prolongs her life by sucking the blood of beautiful girls. While promoting and implementing the will of the Frost Queen Lissandra, she often takes on private jobs to collect some Noxus and spread them out. These gold coins with portraits on them are extremely rare, and they are also an important bargaining chip in this secret transaction.
I don’t know if it’s true or not, but it’s better to stay away from it.
If you don't dare to deal with a witch, you'll have no problem dealing with an old fisherman.
"Old Hodge, go and lead the way for Lady Grace. If anything goes wrong, I think you should know the consequences."
The old boatman nodded, bent down deeply and saluted the two of them, and then said respectfully to Grace.
"Please follow me, Master Mage."
Walking in front of the iceborn warlock, Old Hodge's body became much stiffer. The trembling old man could only speed up his pace to prevent the evil witch from taking away his soul.
A character that even Scar Girl is afraid of is definitely not a character he can neglect.
The reward for Winter's Claw is good, but you have to live to get it.
The two of them arrived at the coast one after another. The solid boat rope was tied to the wooden piles to fix the boat, which rippled with the waves.
"Master Mage, they are on the boat."
Old Hodge stood up again and pointed carefully at the boat on the sea. The hooded Iceborn Warlock nodded and walked towards the ship, which made Old Hodge breathe a sigh of relief.
In the cabin, Soraka, who was sleeping next to the man, sensed the hostility. She lifted the blanket and sat up from the man's arms. The one-horned star rubbed her eyes and touched her crescent staff.
There was no need for Soraka to remind him. When Soraka made a move, Lester had already opened his eyes, quietly sat up and began to wear simple armor. Iron-inlaid leather armor was useless and incomparable to armor. Be strong.
"I'll go take a look, please be careful."
"Well, you have to be careful."
Nodding to Soraka, who looked worried, Lester walked out of the cabin with a cold iron spear. The boatman had already collapsed on the bow of the ship, an unknown person unknown. An uninvited guest wearing a hood and dressed as a mage was standing there. On the bow of the boat, he looked at himself quietly, his body seemed to be shaking.
Lester frowned, but he clasped the spear tightly in his right hand, preparing to kill the pursuer with one blow. He didn't know how many enemies there were, so he couldn't hold anything back.
"Lissandra's people? I didn't expect that you would still find them."
"Come on...ster...is it you?"
To Leicester's surprise, the female mage did not launch an attack, but instead took off her hood, revealing a withered and old face.
This is a confused old woman. Her sunken eye sockets and age spots are covered with dry wrinkled skin, like orange peels that have been exposed to the sun for ten days. She is no different from the legendary old witch who shared poison apples.
He did not relax his vigilance, and Lester did not launch an attack. The old man in front of him gave him a familiar feeling, which made him a little unsure who the visitor was.
The strange thing is that the other party seems to be unsure of his identity.
"You seem to know me? Didn't you come to arrest me on Lissandra's order?"
The old woman did not answer Lester's question, but tremblingly took out a money bag from her arms and poured out a gold coin.
One side of the gold coin is engraved with the outline of a city, while the other side is a human face outlined with simple lines. A few strokes depict the charm of a man.
There are very few such gold coins. The gold coins that have been circulated since the Emerald Territory have been changed into cold magic steel masks.
After comparing the two, the old woman who held the gold coin tightly took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on her withered hands. The old woman took one step back, then took a second step back, and covered her hood again. Turn around and run away.
The moment he turned around, the moon poked its head out from the clouds, illuminating this small world. The back of the short old woman and the lovely girl deep in her memory overlapped.
That back figure once accompanied me when I was the most lonely and helpless, perhaps with a little hope...
"You know me, right?"
Lester put down his spear, ran and jumped off the boat, stopped the old woman on the shore, and asked in a trembling voice.
"You...you are...Grace, you are Grace, right? Grace, Grace, is that you?"
Smiling bitterly, the old woman nodded.
"I didn't expect, I didn't expect you could still remember..."
The words stopped abruptly. The old woman stared blankly at the young man who hugged her tightly. Her expression was a little dazed. The money bag in her hand fell. The gold coins with human faces in the emerald collar were scattered on the floor, dispersing under the moonlight. It emits soft golden light, which is all her efforts in more than two hundred years, and it is also her expectation for her future.
She once imagined that when the man was released by the Frost Witch, he would come to her, give her a warm and free hug, or pet her head lovingly, and then let her pet her head, and go to the tavern to eat together. Delicious food.
But the man who entered the ice palace never came out, and there was no trace of him again, as if he had disappeared from the world.
Her little wish was shattered.
She had asked the Frost Witch, but the witch's answer was that the man had given up the power to attract the void and left the Freljord alone. The Hall of the Nine that followed seemed to confirm the witch's statement. In more than two hundred years, During the time, no watcher would be affected by the void and get lost in the Hall of Nine Lords. Everyone believed that the factor that caused the void shock had been wiped out by the witch.
She believed it, but was disappointed. She used her achievements in finding and bringing back St to exchange for freedom from the Frost Witch. The witch agreed to her request and gave her freedom.
After leaving the Frostguard Fortress, she said goodbye to Catherine. When she learned that Church had left the fortress early, she gave up the idea of saying goodbye to Grandpa Church. She went to the Emerald Territory to find the fake lord of the Emerald Territory, and confirmed that it was not the false lord of the Emerald Territory. She began to wander around the continent of Valoran looking for the person she was looking for, longing for the day when we could meet again.
One day, two days,
One year, two years,
Ten years, twenty years, fifty years, one hundred years...
The ice bloodline and extreme magical power gave her a long life, and this wealth was not endless.
She found nothing but disappointment, so she gave up. She returned to the Freljord, back to Lissandra, and chose to express her grief in another way. She used all her savings and wealth to collect seals. The gold coins with the face of a man, these gold coins entrusted her with her lifelong thoughts and emotions, but at this moment, the gold coins were scattered on the ground.
She once again met the man who was out of reach and got the hug she dreamed of, but she had turned into an ugly old woman with a disgusting appearance.
She would rather continue to live numbly in this world with nothing than have her ugliness be seen by men.
"let me go."
Grace opened her mouth, and a sharp and hoarse voice came from her ears. She resisted and pushed the man hugging her, as if resisting herself.
"Let me go, me."
"I'm sorry... It was Lissandra who locked me up. I'm sorry... I couldn't escape earlier... Grace, why are you so stupid? Why did you choose me? I don't deserve what you did..."
The man burst into tears and hugged the old woman tightly, crying like a wronged child.
The old woman was stunned, her eyes became a little cloudy, and finally she raised her numb arm and patted the man on the back.
She hugged the man and smiled bitterly, just like when the man was still bound by the tendon rope.
"Maybe it's because after meeting you, I can't see anyone else."
