People in the League, Masters of Time Management

"As you like." Mu Bai didn't mind calling such a trivial matter.

During the conversation between the two, Kaisha kept silently grilling the meat, without saying a word.

She wasn't jealous, and it wasn't that she didn't want to talk, it was just...she didn't know how to speak.

She could feel that the little girl named Taliyah was afraid of herself...or rather, afraid of her second skin.

Like everyone else, Taliyah couldn't overcome her fear of the void—even if she knew that the girl in front of her was not malicious, let alone a bad person.

Mubai also sensed the embarrassment in the air, and quickly changed the topic to other places, so as not to keep Kai'Sa in the cold. "By the way, Miss Taliyah, do you know where there is a market nearby?"

"I know, it's just..." Taliyah nodded, but before she finished speaking, her face suddenly changed, "It's broken! I almost forgot that there is another wounded!"

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Mu Bai finally chose to follow Taliyah to see the wounded.

Firstly, patients with severe trauma need to supplement protein, and the protein content of barbecue far exceeds that of bread; secondly, according to Taliyah's description, the wounded person is likely to be the fallen Shurima princess—Sivir.

"It's right here... Be careful, brother, don't kowtow to the end."

Taliyah carefully blocked the edge of the door, and then led the two into the abandoned house.

In the corner, a woman with a high fever and scars all over her body was curled up by the wall, whispering nonsense about the emperor and death.

"Thankfully, she's okay..." Taliyah breathed a sigh of relief.

If the opponent was eaten by the void monster because of her negligence, she would feel guilty for the rest of her life.

Mu Bai approached without saying a word, and then looked at the woman's face with the help of the faint moonlight.

It really is Sivir...

Kaisha noticed the surprise in Mubai's eyes, and more or less guessed that the woman in front of her was a chosen one.

Good luck.

But she doesn't seem so happy.

"Taliyah, please grill some meat, she needs to supplement protein after she wakes up." Mu Bai took out raw meat and dry firewood from the bag, as well as a bottle of dark viscous liquid.

"Okay." The latter nodded and immediately got busy.

Although she wasn't sure if the woman who had been in a coma for a long time could have a mouthful of hot barbecue, but since her senior brother had spoken, she would naturally follow suit.

With the smoke rising from the kitchen, Mu Bai helped the woman up in the enticing smell of meat, and then slowly poured medicine into her mouth.

The potion of corruption can cure all diseases.

After taking the medicine, Mu Bai consciously switched places with Taliyah—he came to barbecue, and she took care of Sivir.

Taliyah brushed the woman's burning black hair from between her brows and studied her face carefully, wondering how she was so badly injured and half-buried in the sand dunes on the edge of the Dasai Desert.

She was beautiful, but with a hard edge that not even a coma could soften her completely.

Her complexion was a sun-tinged light brown, typical of a native of Shurima, and when her eyelids fluttered open and closed occasionally, Taliyah saw that her pupils were a clear sky blue.

"Ahem...it hurts..." The woman suddenly opened her eyes completely.

"Brother, she's awake!" Taliyah's excited voice echoed in the house.

Mubai immediately leaned over, while Kaisha was still guarding the door alone.

With trembling lips, Sivir forced a question out of her throat:

"What happened...? Where am I?"

Chapter 8 The Chirping Little Sparrow

Sivir's last memory is of being in the desert.

She was badly wounded, her mouth was parched, and she hadn't had a drop of water for at least two days—possibly three.Anyway, she tried her best to drive to Vikola, but she didn't succeed.

She fell on the hot yellow sand.Just before closing her eyes, she seemed to see a figure slowly approaching.

That's a girl.

And now the one in front of my eyes is also a girl - at most seventeen or eighteen years old, the immaturity on her face has not completely faded.

"Where is this..." Sivir asked again.

"You're in Vikola," Taliyah replied. "I met you outside. You bled so much that you were dying."

"Where's my knife?" As a warrior, Sivir cared most about weapons besides himself.

"There." Taliyah pointed to the wall behind her. The strange weapon was contained in a sheath of boiled leather, and was pressed under a wool blanket with interlaced patterns of flying birds.

"The blade is very sharp. I don't want to put it where it can trip me. It will be difficult to hurt my feet."

"Who are you?" Sivir asked while looking around.

When she saw another man sitting next to her, she felt a little nervous.

"I am Taliyah," Taliyah replied.

"Do I know you? Is your tribe trying to kill me?"

Taliyah frowned. "I don't think so. We are shepherds, weavers, and travelers. We don't want anyone's life."

"Then you are in the minority." The woman exhaled slowly, and Taliyah couldn't imagine how painful her wound was.She sat up straight, but accidentally pulled her own stitches, and her face was distorted all of a sudden.

"Why would someone want your life?" Taliyah asked.

"Because I killed a lot of people." Sivir adjusted his sitting position with difficulty. "Sometimes it's because I took money. Sometimes it's because they blocked my way. But lately it's because they're angry because I said I'm not going back."

"They? Where?"

"Some powerful and strange people." Sivir's suspicion did not dissipate because of the friendliness of the other party. "They wanted to take me to the city rising from the sand, but I refused."

"They hurt you?"

"Not really."

"Is the rumor true? The ancient Shurima Empire has really been reborn?"

"seen it myself."

"Then why don't you go back?"

"You have so many questions, it's really tiring..." Sivir casually picked up the water bottle on the ground and took a few swigs, regardless of who had drunk it.

The cool water trickled down her parched throat, and the feeling of being reborn made her shiver uncontrollably.

"The first step to understanding is to ask questions." Taliyah shrugged like a little sparrow eager to be understood.

"What's your name?" she asked again.

"...Sivir."

Sivir didn't intend to hide such a trivial matter from her savior—although the other party might have other plans.

Enduring the severe pain, she sat up, then slowly leaned against the wall, looking around the room with a pair of blue eyes.

A girl, a man, and...a purple figure?Looks like a girl too...

"Thank you for your help," she said. "I must go. I will pay you later."

"I don't want a reward, brother... probably won't ask for it either." Taliyah glanced at Mubai, and then shifted her gaze to Sivir's bandaged thighs.

"You can't go anywhere like this."

"Yes, I also suggest that you rest for a while, Miss Sivir." Mu Bai agreed.

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In Vikorane, a man as tall as an iron tower walked alone on the street.

He was wrapped from head to toe in a rag-like robe, but it still couldn't hide his tall and strong figure.He clutched a long cloth-wrapped cane, the broad top of which was also wrapped in rags.

Vikola under the night was extremely cold, but he walked normally like a normal person, and the cold wind whistling past his ears could not affect him in any way.

He walked step by step towards Vikola's cracked city wall.The huge battlements were just as high as his height, and the higher parts were made of sun-dried earthen bricks.

The Vikola man must have been amazed, but in his eyes, it was all just a poor imitation.

The former Shurima Empire was a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times, countless times more prosperous than this...

The cold wind blew off the hood on the man's head.

His face was exposed to the air.It was the head of a jackal.

Dog-headed human body, several feet tall, under the strips of rags hides a gorgeous golden armor, and under the golden armor is wrapped with strong cyanotic flesh.

If any of the people of Shurima saw him, they would surely call out the name engraved on the sacred tablet-Nesus, the lost son of the desert.

He has been out of the public eye for a thousand years since the fall of the Shurima Empire.

Some people speculate that he died at the hands of the darkin, and some speculate that he joined forces with the darkin and was finally sealed by the gods in the sky, but more people firmly believe that he must be silently guarding Shurima in a corner of Runeterra.

No one knew what the truth was, even Nasus himself was a little confused.

The only thing that is certain is that he came back this time to protect Shurima.

Because someone more lost than he woke up.

He wanted to find the last of the royal blood as soon as possible—before that damned thief slave.

After bypassing several deserted markets, Nasus soon came to the square in the center of the city.His claws clenched when he saw what the residents of Vikola had built in the revived city center.

It was a temple of the sun, built of chiseled sandstone and bare reef.From the hands of the people, but ends in the human realm.Compared to the colossal temple that once stood in the heart of the Shurima Empire, this temple can only be regarded as a children's toy.

The so-called engraving of later generations is this pile of shameless stones right now?

"Stupid! Childish! A fool who has forgotten history!" Nasus couldn't help cursing under his breath.

He searched for the scent of the blood of the sun and came to Vikola, and heard that someone here claimed to be a descendant of the royal family and the inheritance of the Eagle King, but he finally saw such a scene, how could he not be angry?

He and countless soldiers fought bloody battles for the empire, but today's people only use such ugly ways to commemorate their homeland.

He wanted to wake them up and tell them that their ancestors exchanged desperate bloody battles for the solemn history of the empire.But they knew nothing, their eyes were cloudy, they couldn't understand the past as he knew it, and he couldn't make them understand it.

"I hope you are genuine..."

Nasus suppressed his anger and walked slowly into the humble sun temple.

Let's hope the self-proclaimed royal isn't asleep yet.

Otherwise he might have trouble sleeping tonight...

Chapter 9 Zhuo, fix the hook!

Nasus stepped out of the Sun Temple as the first rays of dawn fell on the central square of Vikola.

Behind him, dozens of templars were lying on the ground crying, and there was a despicable cleric holding his burnt face and wailing loudly.

Descendants of the Eagle King?

It's just a fake name for scammers to make money.

Even if the man looked just like Azir in a robe full of iridescent feathers, regal, it couldn't hide his slave-like blood.

Nasus did not want their lives—Shurima is now in ruins, and every citizen is precious—even sinners and fraudsters.

Of course, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living penalty cannot be escaped.Nasus severely wounded the arrogant warriors, pressed the priest's face on the hot "sun disc", and finally exposed their lies in public.

"Not here..." Nasus sniffled, the faint scent of mighty blood still lingering in the air.

The clergyman is a liar, his blood has been diluted and weakened for thousands of years, but what about this person he senses now?

This man was the heir of emperors and war queens—a men and women of ambition and strength as high as heaven.What flows in their bodies is the blood of heroes.

Just as Nasus was about to follow the scent, a beam of blue light suddenly flashed on the surface of the "sun disc", reflecting the scene far away.His eyes narrowed involuntarily.

Nasus turned to look beyond the horizon.There gathered a cloud, dust stirred up by the marching troops.Through the smoke he could see the glint of sunlight reflected on spear points and armor.

He heard the beating of drums and the sharp blast of bugles.Out of the dust came the figures of pack mounts, neighing war beasts tied to yokes with thick ropes and driven away by soldiers with gobs in hand.

These monsters had calcified scales on their bodies and curved fangs. They were natural battering rams, able to push down the crumbling city wall of Vikola without any effort.

Behind the war beast is a large group of tribes... at least 500 people.Nasus realized that there was a will orthodoxy leading them.Because under normal circumstances, once these tribes meet, they will fight to the death.