If a local person comes to tell them what to pay attention to, it is actually good, but Akali doesn't have the intention.

Now Akali has just entered society and is still a little arrogant and has a low attitude. She always wants to resist foreign enemies to defend her home, but she cannot even take good care of her daily life first.

Kahn didn't force her, let her suffer some trouble first.

"What a pity, then we won't disturb you." He and Kasha turned around and left, heading towards the village at the foot of the mountain.

"Wait, you won't tell the Noxus about these things, are you?" Akali tentatively.

If she is exposed, the ancestral hall will not be able to stay here. She is not familiar with the place and has no money on her body. She will not use magic to weave a living tree into a house. It would be very uncomfortable without this ancestral hall shelter from the wind and snow.

"No, we just came here from the Noxus." Kasha replied: "Everyone has a secret, and we don't want to be questioned by soldiers and are troubled."

"You guys have something you want to do, too?"

Without answering, Kahn and Kasha had already walked away, and the white cloth woven into the mottled snow.

After they left, Akali suddenly picked up his arms and shivered, trembling.

"It's so cold... I need to fire the bonfire quickly."

However, before igniting, she noticed the core that she threw down, and walked over in two steps to pick it up and examine it carefully.

"It's so amazing to use the fruit core to block my kunai and keep it so complete! I don't know if there is any damage inside..."

Akali took out her Ninja Scythe, squatted down and dug out a pit in the cold and hard snow, and then buried the core in it.

She clapped her hands and murmured: "Whether it is damaged, it depends on whether the branches will sprout in the next spring."

At this time, Akali did not realize that even though she had left the balance sect, she still subconsciously followed the doctrine of balance and the education she had received over the years.

Eat a fruit and bury a fruit core; cut off a tree and plant a seed;

The total number of creatures in the material field does not increase or decrease, neither strong nor weak, which is balanced.

Especially in Ionia, the boundaries between different planes will become thinner here, so the balance between the two worlds must be maintained.

No field can be too strong, otherwise a disaster similar to a great destruction will occur.

...

When they returned to the village, the Noxus soldiers had already questioned others and did not stand in front of the inn.

When they returned to the room with the fruit, they passed by a door covering the rattan mat.

Through the translucent rattan mat? Kahn saw the light and shadow cast by the two people next to each other in a strange posture? He sat and lay down, and felt a suppressed and painful humming from time to time. It is easy for people to associate in strange directions.

"This is in broad daylight? The Ionians are not so open..."

Kasha naturally understood what Kahn was pointing, glared at him and whispered: "No see!"

But she couldn't help but take a few more glances? Then she exclaimed: "The person sitting still seems to be Vastaya."

"Ah, I remember that the union of Vastaya and humanity is a taboo in Ionia!"

"No." Kasha seemed to have discovered some big secret: "Will it not be taboo to combine somewhere else?"

"Clever angle? I don't know. Fortunately, we are humans? There are not so many concerns." Kahn said.

"That's not something like this..."

"Hmm? Something is wrong with you."

"I didn't mean that... I didn't mean that... I just mean that... I didn't mean that, forget it, I didn't say anything!"

Perhaps the two of them didn't suppress the sound and heard it? The people in the room stood up? Walked to the door and lifted the rattan mat.

Only then did they realize that Vastaya was Boriy, the shopkeeper of the inn.

"Sorry for disturbing me." Kahn pulled Kasha away, but Boriy smiled and spread her hands, signaling them to come in and take a look.

Kasha blushed inexplicably?                                                                                                                          

Kahn was also confused. Maybe it wasn't what they thought?

Curiosity was at work? They were struggling for a while and followed Boriy into the room.

He saw a woman lying on the mat woven rattan mat, her trouser legs stretched above her knees? Exposing her bleeding calf.

Kasha thought it was healing at first, but when she saw Boriy using animal bones to cut the skin on a woman's calves? The latter couldn't help but make a painful hum. She realized that this was not healing the wound? This was creating the wound.

"What are you doing..."

"Borie is tattooing someone else? He is a tattoo artist..." Kahn noticed that the tools in his hand were made of hollow snake teeth, and natural pigments were injected into it. As the precise separating lines were gently tapped into the flesh, only a few drops of blood were oozed out.

As he brushed the blood with a page of old linen, a bunch of blooming plum branches appeared vividly.

Boriy's craftsmanship is excellent, and she is definitely a master-level figure. It is difficult to judge the age of the Vastaya, but Kahn speculates that Boriy must be quite old-nothing without decades of experience, so she would never be able to make such a fine tattoo.

Although Boriy's craftsmanship is superb, just like a painter painting on his skin, Kahn still feels a little restless.

Because of angle issues, they misunderstood the tattoo master and his customers in advance. Now they just feel embarrassed when they think about it.

Without interrupting, they put down a bag of fruit as a plea and whispered out of the room.

Back in the room, Kasha scratched her temples and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's so embarrassing."

As if she remembered something, she blamed Kahn: "It's all your fault, it reminded me of something strange."

"Why are you blaming me?" Kahn patted the bed and signaled Kasa to sit down: "Come here and explain it to me."

It is said to be a bed, but it is actually a thick mat. The Ionians rarely log wood to make beds. They spread the mat on wooden boards and use it as a bed.

As soon as she sat down, Kahn's pig's trotter came over, and her hands, which were cold outside, wanted to get into her clothes and stick to her skin to keep warm, but she quickly held it down.

"It's all your fault that you've made me impure, otherwise why would I think wrongly?"

"Hehe." Kahn smiled silly, and she hugged Kasha, but this time she did not refuse.

The house woven with live trees naturally achieves the effect of warm winter and cool summer. Although there is no heating in the room, it will not be very cold if the doors and windows are closed tightly and the wind will not blow in.

"I went to the market, but I ended up giving all the fruits I bought to someone." Kasha sighed.

"Then I'll go again tomorrow, and buy a coat to wear. I think the clouds outside are thick, and it's probably going to snow." Kahn said. The boy who sold fruits was quite honest and he didn't think they were outsiders, but he just slaughtered customers.

Speaking of snow, Kasha's first reaction was not to play snowball fights or build snowmen, but to care about Akali.
Chapter completed!