League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"Son, stand up and let me take a good look at you."

"Yes."

Climbing up from the stone brick, Sacco's forehead was cracked, and blood flowed down his expressionless face, dyeing the pale skin red.

He has a hunchback, rounded legs, twisted wrists, a collapsed bridge of the nose, delicate eyebrows, and a mole around his eyes.

Like, not quite like...

After observing the young 'Sacco' in front of him for a few seconds, Lester looked at Hector.

"Hecht, what do you want?"

"I want to send Sacco to the Blood Amber Orphanage, where he will grow further and serve you forever, Master, can you?"

Under Hecht's expectant gaze, Lester shook his head and looked at the rising sun in the distance.

Although Hecht did put his heart into it, Hecht apparently didn't understand what it meant to slam a child who had been living underground for seven years into the sun.

"With the fragility of Sacco's skin now, as soon as the sun comes out, he will be severely sunburned, and... child, tell me, can't you see things in the distance?"

After hesitating for a while, although he really 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. Lies will be broken as soon as they are poked. Since he can no longer survive at his uncle's place, and annoys the master again, he will really die.

The only one who can protect himself at this moment is the master.

In an instant, Sacco wanted to understand everything, weighed the pros and cons, and made a choice without hesitation.

Sacco fell to his knees again, remembering his mother's actions to please his uncle, the boy put his face on Lester's shoe and kissed,

Looking at his blood-stained boots, Lester frowned, but did not stop him.

Stopping Sacco at this moment has no meaning at all except to make the boy completely desperate.

"Yes, Master, I can't see things in the distance."

Hecht's eyes, who had just understood these two points, became indifferent in an instant, and the killing intention leaked out inadvertently, but was withdrawn in an instant, as if it had never happened.

Lester secretly sighed that although Hecht was a little neurotic, the killer's skills were consummate a lot, and his breath could be freely retracted.

'This **** is so good at concealing it, no wonder he keeps saying that he can hit all hits within ten meters, but his strength is not enough beyond ten meters. It turns out that **** is a useless blind man! I'm really blind, and it took seven years to cultivate such a garbage! When the **** was born, I should have put him in his father's arms...'

"Sorry, Master, for showing you a despicable and defective product, I beg you to forgive my stupid mistakes and allow me to erase the mistakes that tainted your eyes..."

Hecht fell to one knee and never looked at Sacco again.

In his eyes, the son of his sister,

The blood **** from Brian, the boy named Sacco, was already dead.

In the face of Hecht's request, Sacco did not raise his head, but silently stuck to Leicester's boot, in peace, waiting for the final death sentence.

Until this moment, Lester had a real sense. In the past ten years, his efforts have not been in vain. At least if the child in front of him is really a [Demon Clown], then Sacco's life and death are completely in his own hands.

As long as he nods his head, there may be another [Demon Clown] born elsewhere, but this Shaco is doomed.

Even fate can't change the life and death of Sacco in front of him.

But then again,

Since I don't know if this 'Sacco' is a devil clown, why didn't I create a [Devil Clown] and control it myself? Just like [Evelyn], she gave these 'heroes' the meaning of survival.

Who stipulates that the original hero is the real hero?

A game is a game after all, it is just a microcosm of this magnificent world and its insignificance. No matter how powerful Caitlin is in the game, in reality, she is just an ordinary sheriff in Piltover.

Passivity has never been your style, the initiative must be in your own hands,

If there are other demon clowns, then let your Shaco kill the other Shaco.

[Devil Clown], you can only control it in your own hands.

"No need, Hector, you're doing a great job. I like this kid a lot."

He patted Hector on the shoulder, and under Hector's puzzled gaze, Lester unlocked the lock, took off the black cloak, and threw it at his feet. physically.

The boy who was ready to accept death only felt the top of his head sink, and a reassuring smell came from the cloak, and the residual warmth of the cloak made the boy feel a rare warmth.

Instinctively, the boy shrunk his body under the cloak, gaining a sense of security he had never had before.

In the next second, the darkness dissipated, and the sun pierced 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 had never seen the sun, he felt only a disturbing burning sensation, a threat of death rushing around him. , the skin began to whine in fear and an allergic reaction occurred.

"Sacco, put on your cloak so that the sun won't hurt you, follow my footsteps, I will cure your myopia, and I will find a way to protect your skin from the sun... Hector, go back, you I am very satisfied with the gift, and Sacco will follow me in the future."

"Yes, my master."

The icy gaze beyond the sun disappeared quietly, realizing that his uncle had left, and Sacco, who had gained a second life, shrank tightly under the cloak, bent over, and stared at the master's heel from the corner of his eye, where there was the smell of his own blood. , and the owner's unique peace of mind.

It seems that following the master, he will not be hurt.

"Master, where are you taking me?"

The boy's voice was still very strange, as if he was speaking with his throat squeezed, and there was a strange sense of tearing.

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"Go to your new home."

"Where is the new home?"

"The underground fortress of the Silver Mountains."

...

Temporarily changed the itinerary to the Blood Amber Orphanage. Lester took Shaco to the carriage, went straight to the underground of the Silver Mountains, and handed Shaco to Uzar in the Ruins Workshop.

"Using the magic alchemy platform, try to cure this child's myopia and skin diseases, at least let him not be afraid of the sun, and test his magic talent by the way, cultivate it if you can, let him follow Tyr if he can't cultivate it. SL Learning~www.readwn.com~ Okay, Lord Lester, we will start working on the formula."

Holding a small corner of Lester's shirt, Sacco looked at the strangers around him expressionlessly.

The Chipmouse curiously circled the cautious Sacco a few times, but suddenly sensed a fatal threat. The Ratchet could only retreat quickly and stay away from the dangerous little guy.

"Sacco, you're not allowed to hurt anyone here, especially the mouse, understand?"

"Understood, Master, I won't hurt anyone, even if I die."

Nodding, Sacco was brought to an indifferent man by Lestra again.

Sacco recognized that the indifferent man was the same killer as his uncle, named Tiles. Before that, he and Tiles had never spoken.

"Tiers, let Sacco learn magic with Uzar and the others first. If Sacco doesn't have the talent for magic, you can take him with you and teach it all."

"Master, I understand."

Tiles agreed without any doubt. For any Nightblade killer, obeying orders is the instinct of survival.

"Sacco, in the future you will follow Uncle Urza and Uncle Tiles and listen to them."

"Okay, Master Lester."

After the arrangements were made, Lester left the underground fortress.

The reason why Sacco was handed over to the second-generation Nightblade Killer, Tiles, who was very talented in traps, Lester wanted to bring Sacco closer to the [Demon Clown] in Rune Land, although for Sacco, Fate is a bit too cruel, but this is the best fate trajectory of Sacco.

He wants to completely turn the clown into the most perfect killer demon.

The chessboard of fate has been smashed, and the chips for growth have been pushed to Sacco. It is up to the boy himself whether to put the box or not.