The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

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Lothar sat by the stove, looking at Swain who was cooking with complicated emotions.

He never expected that the next sentence of the old man who had just shown his strength in front of him would be “Are you hungry? I’ll make you something to eat.”

A few crows brought back pans and ingredients from outside. If they didn’t have four eyes, Lothar might still think they were cute.

Swain held the frying pan with one hand, a dark red flame burned out of nowhere at the bottom of the pan, and the aroma of the food gradually became stronger. Lothar couldn’t help but twitched his nose twice.Know the smell of spices.

“Okay.” Swain picked up a plate, poured food on it, then put down the pot, and inserted a spoon into the food.

Swain walked towards Lothar. His legs didn’t seem to be very good, and he walked with a slight limp.

Lothar took the food from Swain’s hand. It was hot and appetizing.

“What is this? Give me a stick first and then a carrot?” Lothar murmured to himself.

Swain sat back on the chair with an amiable expression: “Go ahead, I cook the food from Ionia, I like it very much.”

Lothar looked into the disk, and there were many small white granular objects inside, and some golden objects covered it.

“This is… rice” Lothar felt that the shape of the rice was slightly different from his impression.

Swain picked up a cup of black tea and took a sip: “It’s rice. Rice is the staple food of the Ionians. They are very good at growing rice. The grains are full and very sweet. The Freljord only has a slightly warmer area in the south It can only grow alive, and the yield is very small. The land of Noxus is relatively barren, and the rice grown is not comparable to that produced in Ionia.”

Swain continued: “The yellow thing is just an egg. After breaking it up, it’s fried with rice mixed with oil and salt. It’s a very popular civilian dish in Ionia. It’s called fried rice with eggs.”

Lothar took a spoonful and put it into his mouth. The egg fried rice was very hot, but it became cold as soon as it entered Lothar’s mouth. It tasted very ordinary, but it was unexpectedly delicious.

“Why do you cook Ionian food?” Lothar asked while eating, “Have you ever been?”

“Of course.” Swain smiled. “I used to be a big shot in the Noxus Legion, and I led the expedition to Ionia.”

Of course Lothar guessed that Swain was a big shot. He grasped one word: “Before”

Swain spread his hands helplessly: “I was defeated in Ionia, my left arm was broken, and my status was gone. Now I’m just an ordinary Noxian.”

“Ordinary” Lothar looked at Swain’s arm made of red light, feeling a burst of disdain in his heart.

Lothar dealt with the food in threes and fives, and there was not a single grain of rice left.

“It seems that I’m pretty good at cooking.” Swain gently raised his hand, and two crows flew over and snatched away the tableware.

“People in the Freljord don’t waste food.” Lothar let out a breath of cold air, and said seriously, “Just tell me, how did I get made by that chick named Katerina that you kidnapped?”

“I’m afraid Katerina won’t like the name ‘chick’.” Swain put down the teacup, “I asked a friend to bring you here.”

“Who”

“You will know later.” Swain did not answer directly. “There is only one thing you need to know now. I can help you solve your problems. You don’t need to go to Ionia to solve them.”

“The price is that I want to help you, right? Why should I trust you?”

“I will give you strength.” Swain laughed. “I have given you strength. Of course, I hope you can do things for me. Harming you won’t do me any good.”

Lothar looked directly into Swain’s eyes. From the eyes of the old man, it was impossible to tell whether he was speaking the truth: “How do you give me strength? You know my physical condition.”

Swain nodded: “Your situation is very complicated. Two forces that do not belong to you are in your body, and you cannot control them at all.”

“Two shares which two shares”

Swain avoided Lothar’s question: “The power that makes you feel pain now is Zhenbing, the power of a certain god in the Freljord.”

Lothar raised his eyebrows slightly. From the time he saw the ice-blue wing tattoo on his chest, he could probably guess what was the source of his bitter cold. But how did Swain know so many things.

“So what about Zhen Bing? Can you help me?”

Swain opened the drawer of the table, took out a thick book from it and handed it to Lothar: “This is a manual written by an experienced frost mage. He has indulged in frost magic all his life. Here is his part of the whole heart.”

Lothar’s eyes lit up, and he took the book, but was disappointed to find that he couldn’t understand the text inside.

Swain said, “This frost mage is from Noxus. You have to learn Noxus first to understand it.”

“After learning the frost magic inside, I won’t feel pain anymore?”

“Of course not. What you have in your body is pure ice magic, the pinnacle of frost magic. Ordinary magic training can’t make you control your power. It’s like you can’t tame a lion in the same way you can raise a kitten or a puppy.”

Lothar felt that Swain knew more about his physical condition than himself: “Then why should I learn it?”

“It is always helpful to you. After all, it is also the lifelong painstaking effort of a mage who has studied this way, and it can also allow you to control your power a little bit.” Swain pointed to Lothar’s mouth that kept exhaling hoarfrost, “at least Should keep you from squirting the stuff.”

Swain crossed his fingers: “You have about half a year to learn Noxus and the things in this book. Within half a year, I want you to do one thing for me. When it is done, I will solve it completely. The issue of the Ice Magic on your body, this is the content of the transaction.”

Lothar was silent for a long time: “Why did you come to me?”

“As I said, I know a lot of things, more than you imagined, and I found that you are the most suitable candidate.” Swain leaned forward slightly, smiling kindly at Lothar, “You have a lot of A wonderful life, I have experienced many things, many things beyond the imagination of ordinary people. For example, those demons, or those gods. And I am looking forFalling in love with you is precisely because of your ability to always appear in the center of the vortex even though you are weak. ”

Lothar laughed at himself and said, “It’s just bad luck that you call this ability.”

“No, to use the words you Freljord shamans like to use, everything you have experienced, including the encounter between the two of us.” Swain raised a finger, “It’s all fate.”

Lothar took a deep breath.

“I’ve finished what I want to say.” Swain pressed the corner of his eyes, “make your choice, if you reject me, I will let you go, you can go to the east by yourself. But don’t forget, you are a Stowaway, can you not be caught with your current body?”

Lothar looked down at the book in his hand. The book cover was in his palm, and it had been frozen with a thin layer of ice in just a while.

He couldn’t control the chill in his body more and more.

“I need to know your purpose first.” Although Lothar was apprehensive, he still looked at Swain firmly. “If I don’t want to do it, I will definitely not do it.”

The old man raised his finger, and a crow stood on his fingertips. His voice became low, like the low roar of a beast waking up before dawn: “I want you to kill the emperor of Noxus.”

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The Emperor of Noxus, Brown Darkwill, the blood-red emperor of butchers, the tyrant of death who slapped people’s lives.

—— Rumors of Demacia