Monster Hunter from League of Legends

"Ah, yes."

Fain nodded as if it was a given. "A Vastaya from the Pawnee tribe, with furry rabbit ears and a big tail. It feels great in the hand."

"Is this like this..."

Lux opened her mouth wide, her face filled with shock and disbelief.

Indeed, for such an innocent girl who lives in an ivory tower and always dreams that a unique prince charming will come to find her, the impact is really too great.

"You seem curious about these things?"

Faan looked at Lux.

For Faan, whether Lux accepts or not is her own choice. If she cannot accept Faan's current complicated family situation, then giving up early would be a good thing.

"It's alright..."

Lux said dazedly, "I just... I just want to know, Mr. Fain, do you really like them?"

"Of course."

Faan nodded. "I've already said it all about Ashe, so I won't repeat it now. Allura has few friends due to some unusual circumstances, but she's actually a very kind and gentle person. She's always hoped to help all the spirits in this land find true peace, and she works hard to achieve that goal. Whether it's me, Ashe, Lissandra, or Sejuani, we all love her."

"Well, there's also Lissandra. Although she did a lot of bad things in the past, she did protect this land. It's just that she couldn't keep up with the times, so she had to make changes."

"Sejuani... although her ideals may not seem as great as Ashe's, nor as self-sacrificing as Lissandra's, they are the truest form of this land. As for the rest... Sejuani loves me, and I love her too."

Faan said matter-of-factly, "Each of them possesses valuable qualities and rare character. They're all so beautiful... Even though Lissandra doesn't have any feelings for me, and might even dislike me a little? Is this just a mindless political marriage for the sake of ideals?"

"But honestly, she's so beautiful, and we're already prepared for the vows. So what if it's a political marriage? The tradition in the Freljord is to take vows first, then slowly get to know each other. Anyway, I don't see any problem with that."

As he said this, Faan sighed and shook his head, holding his hands on his waist, as if he was thinking about how to have an emotional resonance with Lissandra that went beyond political marriage and physical pleasure.

Although this sounds like having it all, but with no response and just lying there coldly... Fine would rather do it himself.

At the very least, with [Saucy Bird's Hand] backing him up, combined with that excellent imagination ability, the experience won't be too bad.

On the side, looking at Fane with a melancholy face, Lux didn't know what to say.

As one of Demacia's top nobles, Lux was well aware of political marriages—they were quite common in Demacia. So much so that even at a very young age, Lux knew that she couldn't make her own decisions about marriage and love.

In this case, if a noble is willing to cultivate feelings with the object of political marriage, have a resonance of souls, and become a real couple, it is a virtue worthy of praise and is also the love advocated by the Demacia nobles.

That is, to have true love while living up to the family mission.

In comparison, Noxian political marriages are much more brutal. It is literally all about interests at home and lovers outside the door.

But the thing is…this is too much! Even sisters!

I felt my heart flutter for the first time, but love can be so complicated?

Looking at Lux's expression, even without sensing her through the Mad Dragon Factor or pheromones, Fane could easily guess what this naive young lady who had never done any housework was thinking.

Demacia, as a traditional feudal system, was somewhat patriarchal. Garen and the prince grew up in hiding in the military, but Lux, from a young age, had lived a life of luxury. Aside from aristocratic etiquette, she had experienced little hardship.

Not in a hurry, Faan also said: "Lux, you seem to be very concerned about my marriage problem?"

"Ah...ah?! Oh, sorry! I'm just a little curious..."

Hearing Fane's question, Lux was stunned at first, then reacted quickly.

Yes, why am I so worried? This is only my second meeting with Mr. Fine, why should I bother with such a thing...

Even though she thought so, Lux still remembered the hero who saved the beauty at that critical moment. Even though she was safe now, the heart-pounding memory was still firmly imprinted in the depths of her mind.

For a young girl, it is too devastating to have a prince charming appear from the sky the first time she faces life and death.

Girlish fantasy, suspension bridge effect, crazy dragon factor, and fairy tale buffs are stacked up.

After a moment's pause, Lux took a deep breath and said, "Thank you, Mr. Faan, for your help. If I ever have the chance to visit Demacia, I will definitely repay you."

"Haha, you're welcome. But there's something more important than this."

"whats the matter?"

"magic."

Faan pointed to Garen who was fighting behind him and said:

"When you killed the troll, your Flash spell was very obvious. Although your brother didn't say it just now, I can sense that the reason he didn't say it was simply because I was here, and he couldn't express his thoughts... Well, although he is an excellent warrior, your brother is also a responsible nobleman. He knows that some problems in Demacia cannot be revealed to outsiders."

Upon hearing this, Lux's face turned pale.

Seeing this, Ron also said:

"Don't worry, your brother isn't a pedantic and inflexible person. The problem is that he tends to get stuck in a rut... So, if he's in trouble, just have him come to me. If it can strengthen the alliance between Demacia and Freljord, I'm happy to provide some useful assistance."

After hearing Faan's words, although Lux didn't know how Faan would help comfort her brother, the filter of a hero saving a beauty made her not doubt Faan's words, and a hint of gratitude appeared on her face.

"Thank you, Mr. Fine. Not only did you save me, but you also cared so much about me...my brother."

"Giving a helping hand to those in need, isn't that the philosophy advocated by the Illuminati?"

Faun replied with a smile.

After hearing Faan's words, Lux smiled: "You really understand Demacia."

"Of course, Demacia has always been my second home."

-

There's another chapter tonight.

120

Chapter 120 Favorability unlocked.

Having completed his hunt, Fane stood on a high place and chatted with Lux about family matters.

While we're talking about small things, we're actually learning about Demacia. The main reason is that Demacia, the most important region in Runeterra, receives very little attention.

For example... when the War of the Two Cities was extremely popular, in a corner that no one cared about, Demacia had not seen a new hero for five years.

In comparison, the Battle of the Two Cities seems to be telling the story of two cities, but in fact Noxus won.

Demacia itself is also plagued by many misunderstandings, the most obvious of which is the Illuminati - when Sylas was first released, the Illuminati was described as a secret society of mages among the nobility.

This led many to believe that Demacia's noble mages had nothing to fear from the Mage Hunters, while commoners would be subject to legal action if they were involved. However, this was not the case, as even nobles had to avoid the Mage Hunters, as they were not part of the traditional law enforcement system. Mage Hunters existed during the Rune Wars, the founding of Demacia. Mage Hunter Lords held their own seats on the Council of Six, and their camps were separate from other military areas.

The Illuminati itself was originally a charitable organization that evolved from the Church of the Winged Guardians. Its history is comparable to that of the Demon Hunters. Similarly, I, Jyn, was an Ionian war orphan adopted by the Illuminati's main sponsoring family.

But considering the League of Legends's penchant for learning, Faan nonetheless took the trouble to learn more about Demacia. However, his inquiries weren't direct, but rather indirect. Thanks to his superior skills, or perhaps Lux's lack of political sensitivity, he gained a lot.

Soon, Garen and his companions finally vanquished the last of the frost trolls. However, compared to Faan's clean decapitation, this troll was undoubtedly far more pitiful. Scars and blood splattered all over its body, with the fatal wound on its back. It looked like it had bled profusely, lost its strength, tripped over its chains, and then died when someone climbed up on it and stabbed it through the heart.

After the battle, Garen rode a frosthorn and followed the main force and Faan back to Rakstak.

During the process, although Galen had tried his best to control himself, Fane could clearly feel that Galen's heart was definitely not as open-minded as he appeared.

Rather, Galen is being tortured now, making a difficult choice between the country's traditions and laws and the safety of his family.

However, Faan wasn't too worried about this. Garen wasn't a pedantic person. In fact, unlike the short-legged, clueless "I'm here, the tower's here!" character in the game, Garen was actually quite quick-witted. In the plot, he could detect abnormalities in others with just a few words and details.

As for Demacia's view on magic... I can only say that with the changes of the times, Demacia, which has maintained conservatism and isolationism for many years, has also come to the time when it has to change.

After escorting Lux to their temporary tent camp, Faan said, "Everyone, get some rest. There will be another hunt tomorrow. If you're interested, please meet at the village entrance tomorrow morning."

"Of course!"

Hearing this, Garen came back to his senses and said with a smile: "This will help me better understand Freljord. I will definitely not miss it!"

On the side, although Lux looked eager to try, she glanced at her brother and still did not express her inner thoughts.

Although he didn't say anything, his big blue eyes moved around, and it was obvious that he had already started thinking about how to follow him secretly.

After settling the two people, it was already night, so Fan returned to his corner room.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Ashe and others handling official business and preparing for the founding ceremony the day after tomorrow.

Seeing Faan coming in, Sejuani beside her hummed and said, "Hey, look who's back? Our dear spiritual Demacian!"

Hearing Sejuani's unhappy hum, Faan didn't panic. Instead, he asked with interest, "How did you know? Did you eavesdrop?"

"It's Lissandra."

Elsewhere, someone was writing and drawing on the table, recording the specialties, traditions, and styles of the various tribes. Ashe glanced at Faan and said, "Even if those frost slaves regain their freedom, they can't truly escape Lissandra's power. Everything they see and hear is transmitted to Lissandra. She directly projects the images and sounds onto the ice."

"I see... That's quite an incredible magic."

Upon hearing about this remote livestreaming method, Fane immediately stroked his chin and began to ponder. Having lived in the information society for so long in his first life, although Fane himself hadn't studied media or journalism, he had seen pigs run, and many ideas immediately surfaced in his mind.

But Fann soon put this out of his mind - forget it, he is not cut out for this, so he should just focus on hunting.

Looking at Faan, Ashe walked from behind the table to Faan with some emotion, put her arms around Faan's neck, and gently leaned over to kiss him.

"what happened?"

Faan looked at Ash curiously.

"Reward you for what you said today."

Ashe looked at Faan tenderly:

"I've always worried that the relationship between us was simply because you had no outlet for your over-exuberant energy and a desire for my body. Even if that were the case, I wouldn't say anything, because that's how the Freljord is. For the sake of the tribe, the people of this land have few choices. And you at least love me, even if it's just my body... Now it seems that I was worrying too much. This makes me feel relieved and happy. Because it lets me know that even on this ice field, there is always someone who can understand me, and that person is right in front of me, and he is my only blood ally... Um, can you please not take off my underwear while I say this?"

Ashe looked helplessly at Faan who was smiling in front of her, while Faan carried Ashe directly to the table beside him and put her legs on his shoulders.

"You idiot...I haven't taken off my skirt and boots yet."

"Put it on, it's very beautiful."

"Really?"

"Of course, if you don't believe me, just look."

Chef Faan, who has honed his culinary skills, has made all the preparations and decided to use a new technique to improve the traditional Freljord dish - drawn gravy puffs.

Seeing Faan pressing the hard rolling pin onto the moist, stretchy dough, Sejuani couldn't help but say:

"Asshole! Don't ignore me! I'm the boss of this family!"

121

Chapter 121 The last hunt before the founding of the country.

Faced with Sejuani's dissatisfaction, Fane said nothing, but just worked hard.

After a while, Ashe's legs hanging on Faan's shoulders suddenly tensed up, and the toes of her boots arched into a graceful arc. With a sob like a tearful sob, she finally hung on Faan as if all the bones had been pulled out.

"You told that little girl to do everything in your power to help me greet the new day with full energy?"

Hearing Ashe's complaining voice, Fane also carried Ashe to the small bed beside him.

This was originally used for a nap after being tired from work, but the ice blood gave Ashe enough physical strength that she generally did not need to rest. Gradually, this small bed became a place for her and Faan to have an intimate time.

After helping Ashe take off her boots and cover her with a small blanket, Faan said without hesitation, "Just tell me if you have enough energy."

"That's true."

Looking at Faan who carried Sejuani to the bed again, Ashe also made room for the two of them to perform.

Although my body and soul felt drained and exhausted immediately afterward, this feeling wasn't emptiness, but rather a strong sense of satisfaction in my lower abdomen. And after absorbing the nutrients, perhaps it was the subtle transformation of the Crazy Dragon Factor?

Or maybe it's simply due to the nutritional intake, you will feel noticeably energetic for a long time afterwards, and your body will feel warm even if you stand in the cold wind.

After absorbing some of her strength, Ashe got up and gently held Sejuani's upper body in her arms, so that she could enjoy it more comfortably and have a closer connection.

Reaching out and scooping up two balls of fresh milk relieved the pressure on Sejuani's shoulders and neck, and also made it easier for a certain animal to lower its head and sip.

After a long while, as Sejuani replicated a wave of Ashe's movements, Faan also breathed a sigh of relief.

Glancing at the dripping wet Sejuani, Faan looked around, only to find the sheets and quilt completely soaked. He simply grabbed the sleeping cat on the table and wiped it.

Yumi was half asleep and half awake: "Meow?"

Fahn: "It's okay, go to sleep."

Yuumi: "Oh... hulu hulu hulu..."

Another corner house.

After a long silence, Lissandra sighed and said with a slight gasp, "We need to study this at another time."

“…Hmm…ha…”