"Why haven't Lolita come yet? Have you given up?" It was noon. Fang Yan stood alone on the grass where he practiced with Lolita yesterday, frowned and looked towards the distant village, shook his head and rejected, "It's impossible, she is not that kind of person."

"I have been waiting for a morning, wait a little longer." After taking a deep breath, Fang Yan sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and waited quietly.

Fang Yan came much earlier today than yesterday. He hurriedly ran out before dawn. Of course, the reason was not to start Lolita's course early, but to avoid the swordsman who stayed at home.

That's right, the swordsman was regarded as an ordinary existence by Fang Yan last night.

When Fang Yan saw the swordsman yesterday, he felt his terribleness. The feeling that made people stand up like a blade is definitely not something that ordinary people can possess. Fang Yan instantly judged that if the two fight, he would definitely be killed by a sword.

However, Fang Yan has always been very calm. After a secret conversation, the two also drank and chatted together, and talked about some experiences and interesting things from the mainland. Under Fang Yan's deliberate threading, the two got along quite well. If outsiders saw it, they would think they were old friends for many years.

But in fact, Fang Yan was so scared that he was dying!

Damn, once when I got home, I found that an unknown top expert was waiting for me at home, and I also asked to stay for a night, especially because I had a lot of valuable weapons and equipment in my home... Needless to say, killing people and robbing money, there are many perverts on Valoran's continent who are strong and enjoying killing. Who is not afraid of this kind of thing?

However, although Fang Yan is young, he understands one truth: the more panicked he acts before the crisis, the closer he is to death.

After experiencing the initial panic, Fang Yan felt that the swordsman did not look like a perverted murderer. Since there was no grudge between the two and the swordsman did not seem to be trying to plot his property, there would be no danger as long as he did not mess with him. So Fang Yan maintained a neither humble nor arrogant attitude on the surface, but he spoke completely with the swordsman, so the two got along quite harmoniously last night.

As if walking on a tightrope, Fang Yan dealt with the swordsman carefully for one night. He finally couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief until the next day. Before dawn, he hurriedly got up and left the house with the excuse of getting up early to practice, leaving the swordsman alone at home - kidding, would he stay at home and have breakfast with that terrible guy?

He left the house early in the morning, of course Fang Yan could not just stay so bored. Unfortunately, he could not do his favorite forging work, so he had to start his long-lost practice, while waiting for Lolita who had agreed on time.

But until now, it has been a long time since the agreed time, and Lolita has not come here, which makes Fang Yan feel a little uneasy.

"Is it... that guy?" A thought suddenly flashed in his mind. Fang Yan stood up suddenly, his eyes locked in the direction of the village.

[There is something to do tomorrow. Come here to stay overnight late at night. Is it a good idea to let me do it?] What the swordsman said last night was heard again in Fang Yan's ears.

"Just business? What kind of business is it?" Fang Yan's face gradually became ferocious, and he took a step and rushed towards the direction of the village, stepping hard on the ground, leaving a deep footprint.

"No matter who you are, no matter how terrible your strength is!" The figure galloped, and the strong wind stabbed Fang Yan's face like a sword, causing Fang Yan's eyes to squint slightly.

"If you dare to hurt Lolita, hurt the villagers of Windmill Village!" The speed became faster and faster, Fang Yan's eyes narrowed into a slit, and a strange red vaguely appeared.

"I won't let you go!"

Fang Yan didn't know that he was regarded as a swordsman by him, but now he stayed in another place where he often liked to stay.

In the woods, the swordsman held his sword wrapped in white cloth in his arms, staring at the big tree in front of him in a daze, but his usual sharp eyes seemed a little confused at this moment.

Suddenly, the leaves fell.

A green leaf inexplicably broke away from the branches, and gently roving and falling with the breeze, lying quietly on the ground. The swordsman stared at the fallen leaf. After a long time, he suddenly spoke, as if asking himself: "Is the life of the leaves just for returning to their roots?"

"Where is my root?"

"Hahahahaha..." The swordsman suddenly laughed, took out a wine gourd from his arms and poured it into big mouthfuls, allowing the overflowing wine to flow through his face.

Drinking wine, I threw the gourd aside, the swordsman turned over and sat down against the trunk of the tree, looked up at the sky, and had a bitter smile on his lips: "Ten years have passed, ten years have passed. When I buried you here ten years ago, I told you that I will definitely catch the murderer who made me a sinner. But now? Haha, it has been ten years."

"I walked all over Ionia, I sneaked into Noxus, I searched all over Zuan, I searched all over the entire Valoran continent again and again, why can't I find the murderer?" He roared to the sky, his voice resounded throughout the woods, and then he became quiet in an instant.

Sitting quietly beside the tree, the swordsman looked down at the ground, and his breathing gradually became stable.

After a long time, the swordsman suddenly smiled and stood up and said, "Although your grave is gone, I know you have been watching me. Don't worry, brother, although I wander around the world, I have not lost my true heart. I am still the same Yasuo who vowed to kill all the evil people in the world. I will never forget the purpose of returning here this time."

"Only those who are innocent can sleep peacefully." While speaking, the swordsman named Yasuo tightened the sword in his hand and turned toward the direction of Fengmill Village.

And at this moment, the windmill village—

"Bang!" The violent impact accompanied by a sour sound, a shrill howl suddenly sounded, and a young figure fell to the ground in pain, covering his legs tightly with his hands tightly, screaming. Behind, the villagers who were originally gathered quietly became angry instantly. Most of the men showed anger on their faces, but they looked at the group of men in black in front of them with great fear and did not dare to act rashly. Crying sounds came from the crowd, which were the mother and wife of the injured man crying.

"Shut down, from a medical point of view, screaming will only deepen your pain. All you need to do now is lying quietly on the ground and wait for treatment." The person who spoke was a fat man wearing black. He slowly retracted his fist, bit the toothpick in his mouth, and a condescending smile appeared on his face full of flesh. "Don't worry, you're just broken legs and you won't be in danger of life. We will never kill anyone."

"Sometimes I really wonder why people have such a big misunderstanding of us?" The fat man took a few steps forward to the villagers, with deep confusion and grievance on his face. Within his eyes, the villagers of Fengmiao Village lowered their heads and dared not look at him, fearing that their angry and disdainful eyes would attract revenge.

His eyes looked around the villagers, and seeing that no one showed any resistance, the fat man nodded with satisfaction. He walked slowly, looked at the dozen men in black who were also surrounded by the villagers, and his eyes were filled with pride. Every time he acted, he always enjoyed such speeches, as if the king was mobilizing his subjects.

"First of all, let me introduce myself. I am Pigno, the leader of the Black Cross Charity Relief Society," the fat man named Pigno, cleared his throat and made a solemn gesture, and shouted to everyone, "In order to understand everyone's misunderstandings about us and resolve the conflicts that should not exist between us, I want to introduce to you the history and purpose of our Black Cross Charity Relief Society."

"The war between Ionia and Noxus back then was an eternal pain in the hearts of every Ionian. This pain was even more serious for our people in the three southern provinces, because we were enslaved by the hateful Noxus for eight years. How many eight years can we have in life?"

"Although the three southern provinces returned to Ionia's arms more than four years ago, we have suffered too much pain in these eight years. The relatives and friends around us fell one by one, leaving only us survivors to face the devastated three southern provinces. Let us observe three seconds of silence and pray for these glorious and great victims." As he said, a few tears flashed across the corner of Pigno's eyes, and he silently closed his eyes full of pain.

Three seconds later, the fat Pigno opened his eyes and his tone gradually became excited: "The dead are past, we will mourn them, and then the sun rises as usual, and the days will still pass day by day. The most important question before us is how to rebuild the three southern provinces and let them return to their past prosperity."

"The entire Ionia suffered the hardships of Noxus and was in a mess, but after the return of the three southern provinces, the capital still saved a small amount of funds. Although the number was not large, they had tried their best. We must understand and understand and not have any complaints about the Federation. Because we are a family." Fat Pigno's eyes swept across all the residents of the Windmill Village and nodded with a smile.

"The reconstruction work is going slowly, the people's enthusiasm is gradually vanishing, and the three southern provinces are in a desperate mood. However, at this moment, our Black Cross Charity Relief Society stood up!" Speaking of this, the fat man Pigno raised his arm high, and his eyes burst into amazing enthusiasm.

"With the approval of the capital government, our Black Cross Charity Relief Association was officially established, calling on many aspiring young people to join, adhere to the purpose of "people in the South Three Provinces to save themselves" and contribute all its strength to the reconstruction of the South Three Provinces. Our Black Cross Charity Relief Association adheres to the principle of voluntary labor without any remuneration, and goes wherever we need it, and set off a vigorous reconstruction activity in the entire South Three Provinces, and the people's spirit is excited!"

"Unfortunately, although we can contribute all our strength to rebuild the three southern provinces without any complaints, we have spent all our funds and the reconstruction work has come to a standstill. In this crisis, just when each of us is confused and hesitant, our president has found a new way out! After obtaining the consent of the capital government, our Black Cross Charity Relief Society called on all the people of the three southern provinces to contribute to the reconstruction work and began to collect charity funds widely in the three southern provinces, and was enthusiastically supported and supported by the people of all the three southern provinces!"

Fat Pigno looked up slightly, tears flashing in his eyes: "At that moment, I was really moved, and I felt that everything I had given was rewarded. Do you think so?" As he said that, Fat Pigno looked at everyone in front of him with a sincere look, as if he wanted to be recognized.

The villagers all lowered their heads silently, and occasionally "Phoe" sounds came from the crowd. Among Pigno's more than a dozen men, a few of them opened their eyes wide and shone with tears, nodding and looking at Pigno, but more people shook their heads aside, unwilling to see this disgusting scene.

The fat Pigno nodded with satisfaction, a "kind" smile appeared on his face, and he said slowly so that his pronunciation could be clearer: "Since everyone has understood our hardships, please contribute your own strength. We have adopted a completely voluntary principle, no limit is required, as little as one gold coin, based on the head."

One gold coin!

Most villagers raised their heads in disbelief and looked at the fat man standing on the high place. A gold coin has been spent by a family here for a month, but it is still calculated by the head counting? You know, this is a rural area, which family does not have two or three children? In addition to the elderly, each family needs about 6 gold coins, which is their spending for half a year! After all, not everyone is the same as Fang Yan, and Fang Yan is embarrassed to set the price of his evening accommodation in the dilapidated house at one gold coins.

Feeling the emotions of the villagers below, the fat Pignon patted his palm and attracted everyone's attention, and said earnestly: "I know that everyone has always been very enthusiastic about our work and wants to contribute to the reconstruction work of the three southern provinces, but I hope everyone can do what they can. One gold coin is enough for each person. Please don't take out more, we will be embarrassed."

"For the three southern provinces, for Ionia, and for the people who have sacrificed themselves, let's cheer together!" The fat Pigno raised his arms and shouted, with a smug smile on his lips, and he tightly bit the toothpick in his mouth.

"Shut up!" A voice full of anger sounded.
Chapter completed!