I, Folyago, am the most devoted lover in Runeterra.

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Even the strongest person can be melted by high temperatures.

Jarvan IV is finally nearing his end.

After being constantly driven away, Jarvan IV arrived at a completely unfamiliar place.

If the previous surrounding scenery was merely a difference in architectural style...

The scenery here is completely different from that in Demacia.

Dilapidated, filthy, chaotic, crowded, cramped...

Low-rise houses and piles of excrement and garbage are everywhere, and you can even occasionally see a few corpses discarded in the stinking ditch.

This made Jarvan IV feel extremely uncomfortable.

In Demacia, the poor and destitute receive aid from the royal family and nobles.

The weak will be protected by the strong.

Even in Demacia, there is a poor class, but these poor people are able to make a living.

As long as you are willing to work, you can get a job that is enough to support your family.

This is the "fair" system that Demacia has always upheld.

The current scene is undoubtedly challenging all of Jarvan IV's previous understanding.

This is the slums of Noxus.

Fortress of Immortality—the capital of Noxus, and also the largest city in Noxus.

However, this does not mean that Immortal Bastion can be equated with "peace and prosperity".

Having the largest cities in Noxus often means having the largest slums.

Jarvan IV walked through the dirty, chaotic streets, his nose filled with the stench of decay and mold.

Looking at the scene around him, he couldn't help but think.

Could it be that he is a prince of the mighty Kingdom of Demacia, a descendant of the Lightshield family?

Are we to die like a rat in a sewer, in the stinking ditch of a slum?

Jarvan IV finally collapsed to the ground, unable to hold on any longer.

Just before he lost consciousness, he seemed to see a frail and timid figure slowly walking towards him.

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The blinding sunlight entered Jarvan IV's eyes; he had never realized that sunlight could be so dazzling.

Consciousness returned to his body once more, and Jarvan IV slowly opened his eyes, instinctively turning over in bed.

The scene that came into view made Jarvan IV breathe a sigh of relief.

This is a small and simple room, with old and extremely basic furniture and furnishings.

It's clear that the owner of the house must be very poor.

"You, you're awake..."

Suddenly, a timid voice came from behind Jarvan IV.

Jarvan IV turned his head and saw a slender, thin figure kneeling uneasily in the corner behind him.

"you......."

"Cough! Cough!"

Jarvan IV made a move to get up, but the large movement aggravated his abdominal injury.

The intense pain caused him to gasp for breath and begin coughing violently.

"You, are you okay?"

The slender figure quickly brought over a glass of water from the side and handed it to Jiawen.

"You should lie down first, you're injured..."

She spoke softly, her voice filled with timidity and nervousness.

With her help, Jarvan IV drank some water and lay down again.

This gave Jarvan IV the opportunity to examine her appearance.

This is a girl who is only about sixteen or seventeen years old.

She wore a patched and faded green cloth dress, and her slender and frail body looked as if a gust of wind could blow her over.

Two slender hands nervously gripped the hem of her skirt, turning slightly white from the force.

Although these hands are slender, they do not appear delicate; instead, they are rough, cracked, and calloused.

Her fair cheeks appeared excessively pale due to malnutrition, and her face was dotted with freckles.

What's most striking is the girl's expressive eyes.

These eyes are like the clearest lake in the world; you can see all her thoughts reflected in them.

Overall, she is an overly naive girl.

After helping Jarvan IV lie down, the girl quickly withdrew her hand and took two steps back, keeping a distance of two meters from Jarvan IV.

Although this was her residence, she appeared unusually reserved in front of King Jarvan IV.

"Did you save me, girl?"

After understanding the situation, a hint of gratitude and tenderness flashed in Jarvan IV's eyes.

"You collapsed in front of my house yesterday..."

"I just..."

The girl's face flushed red as she stammered her explanation.

Seeing this, Jarvan IV became even more certain that it was indeed this girl who had saved him.

Chapter 169, A Sudden Heartbeat

"Thank you so much, young lady. I will never forget your kindness."

Jarvan IV said excitedly, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"No, it's nothing."

The girl blushed and her hands waved nervously.

"By the way, I haven't asked your name yet."

King Jarvan IV spoke softly, afraid that a harsh tone would disturb the delicate girl.

“Anna.......”

The girl uttered a whisper as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"Anna, what a beautiful name."

King Jarvan IV sincerely praised him, saying that as the Crown Prince, the excellent education he received from a young age enabled him to calmly face all kinds of people.

His tone was gentle and approachable, neither forceful nor timid, and his simple praise quickly bridged the gap between them.

Anna's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, and her clear eyes were filled with shyness.

As the crown prince of Demacia, Jarvan IV is not only tall and handsome, but also possesses an intoxicating air of nobility and charm.

Even in this time of hardship, Jarvan IV's personal charisma remained undiminished.

When had impoverished little Anna ever seen anything like this? She was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to respond.

Jarvan IV naturally noticed Anna's unease, and just as he was about to ask her for more information, suddenly...

"Dong dong dong!!!!"

"Open the door!!! We are the city guards! Routine search!"

The door slammed shut with a loud bang, followed by a rough male voice.

At that moment, Jarvan was startled; he knew perfectly well that the other party was definitely after him!

Anna was also startled by the commotion and quickly stood up, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes.

“Miss Anna, they’re after me.”

Jarvan IV spoke slowly, his tone filled with bitterness.

Right now, this is just a small room of about ten square meters, and outside the door are the city guards who have come to search the place.

Through the fragile door panel, you can even see the light coming in from outside.

It would probably only take a strong adult a few blows to break it open.

Jarvan's injuries had not yet healed, and his fighting spirit had barely recovered a trace. Let alone breaking through the encirclement, he would have a hard time even fighting a Bronze-level opponent one-on-one.

For the glory of Demacia, Jarvan's best option at this moment is to take advantage of his freedom and end his life here.