Long Street.

late at night.

Late at night, the War Academy was finally no longer as noisy as it was during the day.

Under the huge magic crystal screen that had been closed, only two people wrapped in black robes were walking on the empty streets.

There wasn't even a carriage.

The night wind blew, but it couldn't blow away even a corner of their clothes.

The dim light shone over from the side, stretching their figures infinitely, on the long street.

Like two lonely ghosts.

The ghost turned around a street intersection and into a dark alley.

Suddenly, it was more like entering a realm of gods and ghosts.

They took two steps and then stopped.

"Come out, Miss, how long do you have to go with us?" One of the men in black robes suddenly said this.

Facing the air.

If an ordinary person saw this scene, he would definitely think that their minds were broken.

But they were waiting extremely seriously, as if it was true, something was hidden in the vast air around them.

"Miss, although I am a blind man, I can hear your heartbeat speeding up." Another man in black robe spoke.

finally……

"Okay, I surrender, you won." A graceful figure showed its outline in the darkness further away.

She stood there, always keeping enough distance from the two men in black robes.

"Don't you know what's wrong with this lady following us all the time?" The first man in black robe asked calmly, unable to hear the anger of being spying on and following him.

"Someone asked me to ask you a question." The woman hidden in the dark said in a meaningful tone.

"What's the question?" The man in black robe answered, his voice as low and hoarse as he was in the Summoner's Tavern, making people unable to hear his original tone at all.

"You..." the woman paused for a moment and suddenly shouted loudly, "Is it Chen Senran?!!"

This sound passed through the empty and dark alley for a long time, with anxiety, anger, and a little bit of expectation.

Extremely complex.

But no one answered.

The man in black robe was silent.

The whole alley is silent.

"Are you?" the woman couldn't help but repeat.

"I'm sorry. You recognized the wrong person." This time, the man in black finally spoke.

He said it quickly, without any room for maneuver, and was as cold as a standard misidentified spectator.

"Really?" The woman still refused to give up.

"You admit your mistake." The man in black robe refused again.

"Do you know, she misses you very much? Do you know, how did she get through the past few years?" The woman said, even louder and louder, and became more angry. Later, she started shouting loudly again.

Or, question.

"I said, you recognized the wrong person." The man in black robe was still calm as usual. He stopped waiting, but began to walk towards the woman.

He is leaving.

He didn't want the woman to continue following him.

And the woman was also very sensible and did not continue to follow him.

But just as the man in black robe was about to walk out of the alley, the woman suddenly shouted hysterically: "Chen Senran, you bastard, you are unfaithful, go to die. I will curse you, curse you that you will never meet her again in your life!!!"

The man in black robe who had not looked back was shocked and stayed there for a full three seconds before continuing to step.

It seemed like that sentence stabbed him hard.

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Summoner's Tavern.

The night is already deep.

The men who had been noisy all night had dispersed.

And no one dared to stay at the fighting club next door.

Because Anne is here.

Everyone knows that Anne has a habit of staying alone after the tavern is closed.

No one dares to destroy this habit.

This is not just because she is the little princess of the gray order of the Voodoo land that can now compete with huge city-states like Noxus and Demacia, and the woman of Taylor, the spiritual leader of the fight club.

More importantly, she is an unrivalled witch in the Summoner's Canyon.

Her crisp laughter passed by, and the huge figures of the shadow bear were everywhere.

She was incredibly strong, and it was just the words of senior councillor Keithta Mandrake when she first entered the War College, "Anne is perhaps one of the most powerful heroes on the battlefield of justice. I shuddered when I think of her ability when she grew up."

She is the well-deserved Queen of Fire in this era.

The strong.

The fighting club only respects the strong.

So no one dared to disturb her, and even Joey, who always stood behind the stage to bartend, quietly retreated to somewhere unknown.

Only Anne was left alone, and two glasses of wine.

No, it should be said to be a glass of wine and a drink.

Anne is seventeen years old this year.

He is no longer a child.

She has grown up.

Her face is no longer tender, with a small nose and a handsome phoenix eye, and a real beauty.

She has grown taller and has long legs that can make any night dress look superbly beautiful.

She would no longer hold Tibers when she sleeps, she would fall asleep quietly like an adult.

She wouldn't even cry anymore. The little girl who might have cried in the smallest thing in the past, now she is still calm and calm even in the face of the most vicious battle in the Summoner's Canyon.

But she still loves drinking drinks.

A drink called milk juice is only suitable for little girls.

Because every time she drinks this drink, she will remember that a man once said to her: "Silly girl, there is something good to drink. When one day you start drinking, you will know that drinking juice will be happier."

Are you happy?

Happiness, because in this way, she would feel that the man has been by her side and has never left.

Then she would drink.

Drink that glass of ale called Wheat Field Watcher.

Without adding ingredients, the purest way to drink.

When the wine flows from the throat to the lungs, there is a strong and rough feeling.

It will feel a little uncomfortable. Most people nowadays don’t want to drink this way.

But she still likes drinking this way.

Because back then, that man also liked drinking like this.

After drinking, she would put two empty wine glasses on the table and look out the night outside the window through the glasses that were still stained with some wine stains and fruits.

daze.

The night is endless and long.

No one knew what she was thinking at that moment.

Maybe she doesn't know it herself.

Or maybe, probably, maybe.

In this world, there is a kind of longing called milk juice and a kind of love called the Wheat Field Watcher. (To be continued...)

ps: Very tired.

I'll update today.
Chapter completed!