The carriage stopped by the Blue Moon Lake.

Anne stepped out of the car step by step, her face calm and proud like a queen.

She walked into the house, stepped into her study, sat down on the chair she had been used to sitting in these years, faced the huge desk made of yellow leaf wood, looked at the fine lines on the table for a while, and then said:

"Sacco."

"Yeah." Someone responded in the darkness.

Sako slowly stepped out of the shadows.

Although his face was covered in exaggerated paint at this time, he was completely free of those over-exaggerated performances that were widely circulated by the outside world. Sacco was always laughing maniacally, losing his mind all the time, and drinking blood all the time.

He is very calm and composed, not like a madman at all, but like a wise man.

Although, many times, wise man and madman are just different words.

He came to Anne, dragged a big chair over, and sat in front of the big desk made of yellow leaf wood.

Facing Annie from afar.

"The situation is very bad." Sacco spoke, every word and every sentence carrying an extremely normal tone.

This may be the real Night Walker, the true face of the demonic clown Sacco, who has been known as the God of Killers in recent years. In other words, the true face, the other half.

"It's very bad." Annie nodded, paused for a while and then asked, "Isn't Jax back yet?"

"Yeah." Sacco just nodded and stopped talking.

In fact, the results speak for themselves.

"It seems that we have fallen into a huge net." Sacco paused and laughed. This smile finally gained some of its former prestige.

The smile was so eerie, so penetrating in the huge dark room.

But Annie didn't feel any discomfort. She just stared at the patterns on the table in front of her.

“Evelin is missing too?”

"Well, it should be."

Annie sighed.

It was indeed a troubled time.

"Now, the only people around me that I can trust are you... and Jessica." Annie stroked the lines of the yellow leaf wood and said slowly.

There are so few people.

"It's sad isn't it?"

"Where's Joey?" Sacco didn't answer Annie's question, but just asked the other person's name.

"Joy..." Annie was still stroking the table and said after a long time, "Should I believe him?"

She went on to say: "He is one of the first batch of guys my father sent to the Zhan Zhan Academy. He is sincere, down-to-earth and capable, and has always been loyal. He also has a very high reputation in the Fight Club. He..." "He is a good person."

Isn't it the best choice?" Shaco continued, he took out a slender dagger and slowly slid it on his fingertips.

Anyone with a little bit of common sense will know that this dagger is the devil's blade that has frightened nobles and high-ranking officials throughout the continent in recent years and makes them sleepless at night.

Jessica.

A strange and gentle name.

"He has always been a good candidate." Anne emphasized the word "choice."

"He is indeed a good candidate." Sacco repeated. Such a very strange sentence, which outsiders must find incomprehensible.

But the two people sitting opposite each other in the room understood the meaning.

"Can you control him?" Annie skipped the process and went straight to the topic.

"You can give it a try." Sako nodded and didn't say anything else.

He is, it doesn't matter, he has known me for many years and can't do anything about it.

Unless it's true, I can't do it. It's not that I've known each other for many years.

"Jessica, let her come to my place." Anne looked at Sacco. Her eyes were bright, without any other haze.

She is serious and wants to protect Jessica.

Instead, use her as a hostage.

Sacco saw clearly.

So he nodded and stood up.

"I'm leaving first, please be careful."

"Be careful. After all, there are not many people I can trust."

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After Shaco left Anne's study, he began to rush towards the Summoner's Tavern at extreme speed.

Because he didn't know why, at that moment, he suddenly felt a little palpitated.

It seemed that he could only vaguely hear the feeling of heart palpitations in the distant and vague memories of the previous generation.

That's the smell of heavy rain.

Thinking of the heavy rain, Sacco's head couldn't help but hurt.

It hurt, and he wanted to kill someone again.

Want it very much.

So he quickened his pace. He wanted to return to the Summoner's Tavern and that room as soon as possible.

The room where a lamp is lit every evening.

See that light.

His anger will dissipate.

Because he knew there was a girl waiting for him with a smile inside.

"Jessica..." He whispered, like a thirsty traveler running towards the oasis.

but……

"Bah-" Sako suddenly stood still.

In front of the Summoner's Tavern.

His hands were shaking, shaking uncontrollably.

His eyelids were also shaking, shaking uncontrollably.

His whole body was trembling.

He looked like he was sick.

However, anyone who knows him well will know that this is a sign that he is about to go berserk.

He's going to kill people, kill a lot of people.

Killing many people can calm the anger in his heart.

The last time he was so angry was two years ago in Noxus, when Jessica was accidentally kidnapped by the target.

That damn idiot actually dared to threaten him with Jessica.

That time, he killed a thousand people in total, and once slaughtered all the taverns in the eighteen underground districts before he stopped.

Afterwards, some people called this horrific incident the Eighteenth Level of the Devil, coinciding with the number of levels of hell in a certain legend.

The level of horror is directly comparable to the most terrifying event in Noxian urban legends, the dead souls of the Festival of Joy.

today.

These stupid humans.

Once again, the demons on the eighteenth floor were released.

Because that light didn't light up.

No light!!!!

"Everyone, go to hell." Sako suddenly stopped shaking and stood up straight again.

Only this time, the composure and composure on his face before were all gone.

Only the madness, madness, and madness are left.

His face, painted with fine paint, looked like the true face of a devil in the shadows.

"How about... a magic trick?" In the darkness, he whispered hoarsely.

The next moment.

He has disappeared into the shadows.

Only a line of dust and smoke was left, rising slowly.

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In the Summoner's Tavern, in countless invisible places, there were many, many people approaching that unlit house.

Probably no less than a thousand.

ps: First update.
Chapter completed!