Lux's Farewell

Chapter 92 [0089] The Legend of the Lost God
Vi obviously didn't believe Lux's statement.

"How is this possible, we are different from the Pichengmen..."

"The differentiation came later." Lux simply stood still, "Why, are you interested in listening to a piece of history—just take it as listening to a story."

"Story?" Wei subconsciously wanted to refuse, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Bao Bao who was trying to carry her small bucket. Seeing that she couldn't hold on and was still gritting her teeth, she simply put down her bucket , "Okay, then listen to a story."

Just let the bang bang rest for a while.

"Once upon a time, there was an inconspicuous seaside city, and its name was Oshra Vazuan." Lux began the story with a smile on her face, "In fact, this city has no special products, and it has no dazzling gemstones. , does not produce all kinds of exotic flowers and plants, and even the birds that inhabit here are ordinary, the most common blue birds."

"..."

"However, Vazuan's geographical location is very special. It is the junction of the two continents of Valoran and Shurima. On the east and west sides of the city, the ocean currents of the Watching Sea and the Conquering Sea never stop washing here. "Lax was in the mid-air, using simple light to outline the two oceans, "Because shipping is always cheap, it has two ports. People here will carry goods on their shoulders and backs, cross mountains, Things go from one port to another."

Puff opened his eyes wide, looking at the light in Lux's hand in disbelief.

"It's already hard work carrying a bucket." Lux pointed to the bucket at her feet, "not to mention carrying the cargo over the uneven and magnificent barrier aftermath—but at least it can make money, so Generations of Oshra Vazuans have lived here, on their shoulders and their backs, feeding themselves."

Vi raised an eyebrow.

"They worked diligently, and they were grateful for the vitality and prosperity brought by the sea to this ordinary city. The sailors at that time believed that there was a storm god protecting them, and this storm god The messenger of Vazun is the most ordinary blue bird, so the Zaun people also believe that it is the God of Storms who brought them good luck.” Lux continued her story, “This The people of the city have always believed in the Stormkeeper, erected altars, erected statues and shrines, and thanked the Stormkeeper on the sunniest day of the year."

Wei said in a voice that only she could hear: "A cliche fairy tale."

"However, the good times didn't last long. The emperor issued an order to remove all false gods in the country, and the Storm Guardians worshiped by the Vazuan people were among them." Lacus changed the topic, "At that time, There are many such gods in the empire. Most cities followed the emperor's will and destroyed shrines and statues. However, the Vazuans chose to keep their beliefs. They no longer erected huge statues of wind elves, but instead Folklore bluebird ornaments in honor of their Stormkeepers."

Wei finally showed a little interested expression, as if she was looking forward to the feeling that this storm would have a fight with the emperor.

"Later, the empire collapsed, and wars broke out everywhere, but Vazuan, as a traffic artery, was protected from the wars under the protection of the Storm Guardian." Lux continued her story calmly, "After the war, A new era has come, the Vazuan no longer have an emperor, and no longer need the shelter of the storm, what they desire now is not protection, but prosperity."

Skimming the fight part, Vi looks a bit despondent.

"Carrying their backs on their shoulders no longer satisfies their trade pursuits. The Vazuan began to dream of digging a canal on the isthmus below their feet, opening up a sea route between the two continents of Valoran and Shurima." Lux He raised his eyebrows, "The wind of change has been watching everyone here, watching them turn their belief in the gods into trust in the tools in their hands, watching them break out little by little like grown-up children. Ability."

"..."

"The Stormkeeper is no longer needed, and with Faith waning, she can no longer raise storms, but even so, the gentle evening wind will still carry away the sweat of those who dig the ditches, and the sleepy snoring of the workers at night. Bobo seemed a bit bored, so Lux handed her a paper pinwheel, and then Baobo returned it with disgust, "Later, there was an accident in the work of digging the canal, maybe because too many explosions were used. or there was an error in the calculation, a piece of land subsided, the sea water poured back, and a large amount of deadly poisonous gas was released from the cracks in the earth."

Speaking of this, Wei finally frowned.

"In helpless prayers, Janna used her last strength. On that day, the people of Zaun saw the Wind Spirit appear, and then turned into a howling wind, blocking the sea, extinguishing the flames, and blowing away the The poisonous gas was used to protect the canal and the last process was completed." Lux told the ending of the story, "Then, she just disappeared into the dust of history."

Lacus told the story very well - although Bobo didn't seem to understand at all, but he vaguely thought of something.

"So, you want to say that Piltover was originally a part of Zaun?" Wei stretched out her hand and twisted her nose, Vi returned to her previous indifferent look, "This Vander also said, but what he said is... we Created the Gate of Sun with your own hands."

"But the wealth of the Sun Gate has not flowed back to Zaun." Lux added the second half of the sentence, "I have counted all aspects of Piltover, although I can't find a lot of confidential information, but I can be sure Sadly, this wealth created by the Zaunites is being squandered by the Piltover Lady in their own way."

"So what do you want to say?" Wei felt irritated for a while, she seemed to have grasped something, but she didn't seem to grasp it, so she couldn't help but gritted her teeth, "Tell me about your profound knowledge, show off your ingenuity ?”

"I want to change all of this." Lux stared into Vi's eyes, "take back the wealth that was taken away, and return it to the person who created it."

"..."

Wei didn't speak, just looked at Lux in front of her, at the girl who had been fetching water side by side with her recently.

She obviously does not belong to the same world as herself, she is a mage with a bright future, and even Fandre cares about her every move—but she is different from those Picheng guys.

"Why, is there something on my face?" Looking at Wei who seemed a little dull in front of her, Lux showed a bright smile, "Or, do you have any doubts?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"There's no reason." Lux shrugged reassuringly, "Whoever does the work gets paid, and the more you work, the more you get, isn't it a matter of course?"

　Carya's Small Classroom·History:

　　History is always a little girl who can be dressed up by others. It is a piece of auspicious light left by the past, like footprints on the beach soaked by sea water.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)