League of Legends

Chapter 810 Fireworks World
At the age of 19, he built a pyre and cremated his mother.

The next morning, he walked up the hillside overlooking the village of Regon and scattered her ashes along the way.He knew that even though his mother had done so much for the village, he still had to bear a lot alone.Although they were all afraid of her, they wanted everything from her.

He raised his mother's ashes into the bitter wind while he prayed to Sister Seal.The only company he has is his heart full of thoughts.

He guessed they were all in the village, how would they feel about the death of their mother?
They should only care about themselves, and worry that there will be no doctor in the village.They didn't expect her son to take over anyway.His bandit father had injected bad luck into a mage's bloodline, and he could no longer inherit his mother's abilities.

At this moment, those people should be pretending to be sorry, and pretending to be compassionate.Saying a few belated good words is just for them to comfort themselves, to comfort themselves that they don't have to feel guilty about being criticized by her one and one.More likely, they may be secretly thankful that the shadows in their lives have finally lifted.

Only three people came from the village, but none of them made it in time to say goodbye to his mother.It was only after his funeral alone that Tswana came closer... but her son, with Tswana's black hair, would not go near Kegan.The little boy was nearly three years old, huddled beside his father not far away.

"The kid is afraid of me." Kegan said calmly.

Tswana hesitated for a moment, just like her mother did back then.

And so Kegan understood.

"He's heard stories," she admitted.

"I guess so." He tried to keep his tone calm: "What's the matter with you?"

She kissed him on the cheek: "I'm sorry, Kegan, your mother has a kind heart."

Kind?

He had a hard time connecting the word to his own mother, but it wasn't the time to argue about it.

"Yes." He said, "She is kind, but that's why you came here to talk? We knew each other so well before, and I can see that you have nothing to say."

There was no trace of a smile on her face: "Old Rui Geen... intends to tell you to leave."

Kegan scratched his face.

He was so tired today that he couldn't feel anything, let alone surprise.

He didn't need to ask Regon why he did this. There was still a shadow hovering around the edge of this small village, the last shadow that would eventually dissipate.

"So as long as his mother is dead, this unlucky child can't stay anymore." He spit on the ashes on the ground: "Because at least his mother is useful, right? She is the one who can do magic .”

"Sorry, Kegan."

He breathed the cold air, trying to suppress the urge to reach out to her.

"You should go, your family is waiting for you," he said.

"Where are you going?" She wrapped the fur around her body tighter: "What are you going to do?"

What his mother said echoed in Kegan's mind, as if echoing through the years.

"The forest will be covered with ice and snow until the end of the world, and we will die outside..."

Kegan suppressed his thoughts and said calmly, "I will find my father."

She looked at him uneasily, and Kegan could see doubt in her eyes, and fear...

"Kegan, are you serious? You have no idea who your father was, where they came from, let alone..."

"At least I have to try, Tswana, I don't know what I should do, maybe die alone on the ice field."

Although the two had hardly spoken in the past few years, now she began to take a deep breath, wanting to argue with him for a few words.

But Keegan shook his head and stopped her thoughts: "I will visit you before I leave, let's talk about it then, tomorrow I will go down the mountain to the village to get some supplies, I need them for a long trip."

Tswana hesitated again.

He understood, as if the spirit of the ancestors whispered to him in the wind: "Old Ragne won't allow it?"

Kegan's words were neither asking nor guessing: "I can't go to the village, even if I want to buy something before I leave."

She slipped a pouch into his arms, so he was right.

He could imagine what was inside.

Dry food, and some meager supplies.

The young couple really couldn't afford much.

A surge of gratitude that he was not used to suddenly surged in his heart, making him shudder and almost... almost accepting this gift.

But he gave her the bag back.

"I can handle it." He comforted her: "Don't worry, I can handle it."

That night, he walked into the village of Regon alone.

With enough supplies for a week in his knapsack, an ivory spear in his hand, and bone ornaments from his mother in his hair braid, he looked like a wandering shaman, despite his warrior build. , The footsteps are as light as a hunter.

There were still three hours before sunrise, and it was the deepest still night.

Kegan passed the small huts that had kept him and his mother out of his short life of misery.

He doesn't have any hatred, at least not now... the previous resentment has turned into ashes, only slightly burning.If anything he felt, it was a deep and exhausting regret.

These simple minds are willing to be enslaved by their own prejudices.

However, he only wanted to vent his hatred on one person.

Old Regon's longhouse stands prominently in the very center of the village.

Kegan approached the longhouse slowly in the shadows cast by the moonlight, avoiding the eyes of the Night's Watch.

When old Raggen woke up, he found a dark figure squatting at the foot of the bed.

The black shadow has a pair of pale eyes, which reflect the silver light of the moon. He holds an ivory dagger in his hand. It was a ritual tool used by the witch Crecia Nohe who died a few days ago. It is said that this dagger is Used for blood sacrifices.

"Old man, as long as you scream, you will die."

Black Shadow smiled, and whispered in a low and gloomy tone.

The room was misty and the light was extremely weak.

Ragan looked to be a hundred years old. He smelled the pungent smell of lamps and the animal smell in the sweat of the visitor. He nodded helplessly.

"Old man, I want to tell you something, you listen to me carefully, so that you can live longer."

The dagger, made of the tusk of the Juvask boar, flashed in the gloom as Kegan pressed the point of the knife to the old man's sagging throat.

"Nod when you understand."

Regon nodded knowingly without saying a word.

"Fine." Kegan's knife didn't move.

His eyes were full of hatred, and the anger almost made his teeth chatter.

He is not far from a wild beast, restrained only by the remaining bits of humanity.

"You killed my mother." Kegan growled, "It wasn't because of illness, it was you, it was you, day and night, suspicion, suspicion, ungratefulness, you drove her into a cold cave, and you relied on your own stupidity to kill my mother." Your superstition drove her into exile, and you killed her."

The knife moved to the old man's cheek, ready to cut a piece of flesh at any moment.

"Now you're going to kill me." Kegan said softly, "You're humiliating me with my parentage, and cursing me to bring bad luck. That's not enough, you kicked a child out of your precious village, and once Again and again, nothing but teaching me to hate. It's not enough, and now, before my mother's ashes have cooled, you want to drive me into the wilderness and die outside."

Then, the dagger moved away.

Kegan slid away from the bed and backed to the edge of the room, where he picked up a shaded lantern from the bedroom table, dimly illuminating his figure, and his smile grew more cruel.

"I just want to say this. After I leave, think about what I said. Think about it for me. How did you throw a boy and his mother into the snow and ice, and let him grow up."

Regon didn't know how to answer, or maybe the kid didn't want to hear it either.

The house smelled of oil.

Kegan removed the shade from the lantern, and the light filled the room.

Wet grease was everywhere on the floor, on the walls, on the bookshelves, and even on the sheets.

"Slow...slow..." The old man stuttered in panic, "slow..."

"No, I'm going on my way." Kegan said in an almost chatty tone, "So I should warm my hands before I go. Goodbye, Regan."

"Please wait!"

But Kegan had already stepped back towards the door, dropping the lantern as if leaving a parting gift.

The lantern landed on the rough wooden floor of the bedroom, and the world of fire turned into a world in front of my eyes...

(End of this chapter)