Legends of Runeterra

"Alas, I was careless~!"

Jarvan, who was lying on the hay, slowly sat up with a slight frown on his face.

Thinking back to my previous encounters with Li En, everything seemed to be going smoothly. However, who would have thought that as soon as I mentioned "Demacia", his attitude would take a sharp turn.

Touching the bruises on his face, Jiawen felt a little confused.

When Li En threw that punch, he could feel that the other party was simply angry and violent, and had no intention of killing him at all.

"What's going on? What does Demacia have to do with him?"

Jarvan raised his head out of habit and saw the gladiator facing the wall in the cell opposite.

"Hey, new guy!"

"..."

Jarvan shouted, but the middle-sized gladiator did not move at all, as if he was in a deep sleep.

However, in the silent cell, Jarvan's ears could easily detect the other person's accelerated heartbeat.

"If you don't wake up, then you'll never fall asleep again!"

"Ahem! Hello, sir! My name is Suomi. What can I do for you?"

Suomi got up from the ground instantly and looked at Jarvan with a flattering expression.

"Haha~! Suomi, right? Were you guys transferred here together with Baquan?"

"Yes, sir! Do you want to know the information about Tyrant Fist? Then you have found the right person!

I am different from others. I am not bought halfway, but I came from Belisico just like Tyrant! "

Suomi patted his chest, looking very proud.

"Oh? Then tell me about it!"

"Hey~! No problem, sir.

Speaking of that kid Ba Quan, he is quite famous in Bellissico!

He could have lived comfortably with his face, but he refused to rely on it. The more he refused, the more those noble ladies and ladies fell in love with him.

Alas! It would be better if you could give me this face without using it. Even if I die under her skirt, it would be more pleasant than living in such a place!"

"There's no need to talk about these insignificant things."

Suomi sighed softly, and when he looked up and saw Jarvan's expressionless face, he immediately put away the envy and jealousy on his face.

"Ahem! Yes, sir! As the name suggests, Tyrant Fist is his most powerful weapon. At first glance, it sounds like his fist is his strongest weapon, but in fact, what is more terrifying is his body movements and defensive methods.

Throughout Belisico's career, no one has ever been able to leave a wound on him. Often, until the end of the battle, no one can break through his iron fists! "

"Oh? Do you know where he got this ability?"

"Uh... this... Sir, it's not that I, Suomi, concealed it intentionally. Even the person who bought the Tyrant Fist may not know about this kind of thing."

Suomi's face paused, and then, as if to prove that he had not concealed anything, he quickly added.

"Oh, right! Sir, I remember there was a rumor that Tyrant Fist came from Demacia. I don't know anything else, and I dare not say anything nonsense!"

"Well, go to sleep."

"Yes, thank you sir!"

Suomi felt as if he had been pardoned. He lay back in the haystack and soon began to snore softly.

Garen ignored him and pulled open the bars, going to the cells of the other new inmates one by one.

After friendly negotiations with his fists, Jarvan got the news he wanted.

Including Somi, there are four newcomers in this group, all of whom came from Bellissico.

The information obtained from the other three was basically the same as what Suomi said.

"Is it possible that they are the people of Demacia who have fled abroad? No wonder you reacted so strongly when you heard the word 'Demacia'."

Jarvan lay back on his bed of hay, and the doubts in his heart were finally somewhat resolved.

As the prince of Demacia, Jarvan speculated on the reason why Tyrannical left Demacia:

One is to commit an unforgivable sin and be exiled or escape.

The second is being plundered and abducted.

The third one is the most troublesome one - 'Demon of Infection'.

Based on Tyrannical's strength and his initial attitude towards Jarvan, points one and two can basically be ruled out.

"'Damn Demon'?"

Jarvan frowned slightly.

As the heir to the throne of Demacia, he knew clearly how everyone, from kings and nobles to ordinary people, treated people who awakened magic.

He gradually began to hesitate about the idea of ​​recruiting Li En.

...

As the venue for a major battle was about to take place, the Kazars Arena was packed with spectators for three consecutive days.

Even though Li En was in a dungeon that was sealed off with layers of blockade, he could still hear the faint cheers.

Li En felt no wavering about this. He drank the fruit wine on the table and found a comfortable position to lie down on the bed.

Thinking that Jarvan had not made any movement for several days, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"That punch from before was a little too powerful..."

...

Late at night, the familiar sound of chains rang out again.

Li En opened his eyes and saw Jarvan's tall figure standing outside the cell.

"If you suspect that I told the arena about this, you can go back. I'm not that despicable."

"Well, I'm sure you won't tell me that I'm not here for this!"

"Oh? Then what are you going to do? Demacian, are you planning to persuade me to join you?"

"Aren't you the same?"

Jiawen looked at Li En and spoke calmly.

"Shua~!"

Li En came in front of Jiawen in an instant, and his left hand reached through the iron bars and grabbed his collar.

"If you don't want to live, I can send you to death right now!"

"If this makes you feel better, then come on!"

"Hoo~!"

The right fist stopped at Jarvan's forehead, and the strong airflow made his hair fly.

"Humph! Tomorrow, I will take your life on the arena with my own hands. Now, get out of here!"

Li En let go of Jarvan's collar and prepared to turn around and leave.

"Join me, I can solve the problem of 'Dye Demon'!"

"Haha~! 'Damage'? That's right, you are from Demacia, it's not difficult to guess these. But, it seems that you have collected a lot of information about me in the past few days!"

Li En looked at Jarvan with a hint of mockery on his face.

"But as a Demacia, how dare you make such a boast!

Solve the "demon infection"? Even the leader of the demon hunters wouldn't dare to say that. Do you think you are the king and can change this unchanging iron rule? "

"Of course I can't be the king, but what if? Maybe my status is enough to influence the king?"

Jarvan's calm but unshakable confident tone made Li En's mouth curl up slightly.

"Haha~! Interesting, aren't you afraid that I will tell the Noxians about this?

A Demacian of high status can bring countless wealth and glory~!"

"I believe you, you won't do that."

Jiawen stared into Li En's eyes, and the two of them just looked at each other quietly.