I'm in Demacia, I just became a mage

Caitlin's father was cleaning his glasses, and asked casually when he heard this: "Grey, I heard that government trade is only prohibited, but nobles and landowners are not within this scope. Why don't you continue to trade with Demacia?"

The old man Gray shook his head: "The Crownguard family has a detached status in Demacia. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are brothers of the Lightshield royal family, but at the same time they are also the most staunch royalists. All orders from the king will be faithfully obeyed by the Crownguard." implement."

"Other landowners and nobles either followed the king's orders or were extremely greedy, so the big families tacitly refused to trade with Demacia, and only some small merchants would go."

"However, according to what you said, that gentleman has a good personal relationship with the King of Demacia, the prince, and the steward, and is the son-in-law of the Crown Guard family. There shouldn't be a big problem."

Mrs. Gilaman nodded when she heard this: "Grey, I originally decided to let you be the speaker of the fleet, but the risk of going to sea is too high, and you are nearly seventy years old. Little Aisha needs you too."

"So you are not suitable to accompany, but I would like to ask you to communicate more with the person in charge of this fleet."

"After all, we haven't traded with Demacia for decades. Today's fleet leaders and crew don't understand some taboos and customs of Demacia."

Gray bowed slightly: "This is my duty, ma'am."

"It's not a duty. You have already retired. This is just a request from me as Irene Gillamann."

Mrs. Gilamann smiled and said, "Bring greetings to little Aisha for me. If you have anything you want to buy from Demacia, just tell the person in charge."

"Thank you for your generosity, ma'am." Old Gray bowed slightly, and then said, "I take my leave."

Old Gray left the reception hall of the villa and walked out of the gate of the Gilaman family. At the door, there was a carriage with the emblem of the Gilaman family parked on the side of the road.

He got into the carriage, his face was extremely ugly, and his clear brown eyes were full of struggle and despair.

Old Gray sat silently on the carriage for a while, looking at the high-rise buildings outside the lathe, the starlight like the Milky Way was lit up in Piltover, but it felt empty and strange to him.

He could hardly find his place.

Old Gray's clenched hands suddenly loosened.

As if making the biggest decision in his life, he said in a deep voice, "Please send me back."

Old Gray didn't live in the Gilaman family. In fact, Mrs. Gilaman once invited him to live in the Gilaman family with her little granddaughter, but he declined.

Every time he came to the Gilaman family and saw this prosperous family that he and his son had served for a lifetime, he would mourn the untimely death of his son and daughter-in-law for a long time.

Of course, there was no conspiracy, they died of a cold.

As compensation, the Gilaman family gave him a detached villa in the commercial district near Lanxiu Manor in the northern city.

The distance was not long, about half an hour or so, the carriage took Old Gray back to his home.

After getting off the carriage, Old Gray stood on the street in front of his house, staring blankly at the villa for a moment.

This is an exquisite villa full of fairy-tale atmosphere, with turquoise creepers wrapping the exterior walls, and various lovely and beautiful flowers bloom in the small lawn in front of the villa.

Suddenly, on the second floor of the villa, a figure appeared beside the glass window that looked like the round window of the Hobbit in the legend.

Tall and thin, he stood there with a mask on his face, staring at Old Gray motionlessly, his shadow elongated like a demon in a fairy tale world.

Old Gray took a deep breath, walked into the house, and knocked on the door of little Aisha's room full of anger and powerlessness.

dong dong.

"Please come in."

It wasn't little Aisha's childish and clear voice, but an extremely beautiful voice full of magnetism, deep and amazing skills.

Old Gray opened the door tremblingly. The room was like the residence of a princess in a fairy tale. Everything was carefully arranged, and the lighting was warm and soft. Old Gray gave all his love to little Aisha.

He saw a man in gorgeous clothes sitting on the edge of the bed doing tricks for a little girl who was about five years old. Little Aisha was engrossed in looking at the flying pieces of paper in the man's hand.

He is a little stooped, and the cloak on his body seems to hide the huge deformity on his shoulders. He wears a black eel skin bodysuit under his gorgeous clothes, and wears an elegantly patterned, richly textured, smiling mask on his face.

The mouth of the mask is smiling, but the eyes are like a vicious devil.

Old Gray is not easy to mess with - when he was young, he traveled around with the previous generation of Gilamann Patriarch, and his skills and spear skills were extraordinary.

He tried to resist, but failed. The price was that three servants in the family and a guest who came to visit Old Gray were killed by this lunatic demon who called himself Kada Jhin with a strange pistol.

Why do you say he is a devil?

You only need to see the picture of the corpse after the person was shot and killed by Kada Jhin.

For Kada Jhin, it was the beautiful flower that bloomed at the end of life—it was indeed a flower, a flower that bloomed from flesh, internal organs and even bones, it was an extremely despicable picture.

Why do you say he is crazy?

The guest just knocked on the door without knowing anything happened, but Kada Jhin muttered: "One, two, three...four!"

Subwoofer.

Then he shot through the door and killed the guest who knocked on the door.

In the end, Kada Jhin threatened little Aisha. Old Gray had no choice but to pack up the corpse first, and then went to explain the gunshots to the Piltover guards.

Because of his status within the Gilaman family, the Piltover guards didn't bother too much.

This matter calmed down for the time being—of course, it probably wouldn't be long until the servants' family members and friends' family members came to the door.

But Old Gray didn't have time to think about those things now. He stood at the door, looked at Jhin who was concentrating on doing tricks and said, "Let Aisha go, and I'll tell you."

"When you knock on the door, you should knock twice more. This is basic etiquette. It is even more rude to interrupt other people's performances, but for the sake of little Aisha, I forgive you." Jhin said in the same tone as before. Elegant yet full of flavour.

Old Gray didn't expect his answer to be this, and his face was stunned. Afterwards, he thought it was a tease, and growled angrily: "You madman."

"Crazy?" Jhin chuckled, tilted his head slightly, and said thought-provoking words under his smiling mask: "Heh, artists are all lunatics."

After Jin finished speaking, there was a bang in his hand, and pieces of paper flew all over the sky strangely, before disappearing in the end.

Then he stopped the performance in his hands, and little Aisha pouted, but when she turned her head and saw her grandpa, she smiled again: "Grandpa."

She jumped up from the bed and rushed over, Jhin didn't stop her.

Old Gray glanced at little Aisha who was hugging his leg and acted like a baby, swallowed, and with difficulty suppressed the thought of running away with his granddaughter in his arms—in just a few days, he already knew the cruelty of this murderer surplus of means.

Old Gray has seen many cruel and vicious people in his life, but they are not even one ten-thousandth of the man in front of him.

It's not that they don't have the means

Brutal enough - they kill for either fun or money.

And Jhinsha focused on everyone, his thoughts and goals were equally pure.

This is a lunatic who regards killing as an art.

Jhin didn't speak, just sat by the bed, looked at Gray quietly, and waited for him to make a choice.

Old Gray stood silently at the door, the hex lumen tube was steadily emitting warm light under the special lampshade, and a little dark light was projected outside the door, reflecting the crystal clear color on the dark red of the low ceiling.

0 Little Aisha also became quiet in this eerie atmosphere. People passing by outside the window chatted leisurely about whether to go to the Babette Grand Theater in the Dance Step Corridor or the Restis Theater in Piltover tonight.

A panicked voice shouted: "I'm going to be late! I'm going to be late!" The voice gradually grew stronger and weaker,

All of this forms an extremely paradoxical picture.

Then, at a certain moment, Old Gray sighed, and his old and dejected words sounded in the room.

"That Mr. Watson Holmes is looking for his wife to talk about the trade of Demacia..."

"...He has a close relationship with Demacia, has a fiancée surnamed Guanwei, and wrote many letters back to Demacia..."

"The sailing time of the fleet is within half a month, and it is tentatively scheduled to be one week before the evolution day."

He told Jhin everything, then stared at him closely, with one hand on the pistol at his waist.

Old Gray knew that he told him that there were only two things that would happen in the future, one was that Jhin kept his promise, and the other was that he didn't keep his promise.

"What's the content of those letters?" Jhin asked without any extra moves.

Old Gray shook his head. "The lady didn't show me those letters, and she didn't even read them herself."

Jhin thought for a while, then nodded slightly: "You did a good job."

He stood up, Old Gray stepped back vigilantly, and he took little Aisha back to the entrance of the corridor.

Jhin wandered out of Little Aisha's room, walked to the edge of the balcony, looked back at Old Gray, chuckled lightly, and said something that Old Gray didn't understand.

"Happiness is a warm gun."

Then he jumped off the balcony. Old Gray waited for a while. He didn't even go to the balcony to check whether Jhin had left. He just stood at the entrance of the corridor with little Aisha for ten minutes.

He stared at the balcony until little Aisha whispered aggrievedly.

"Grandpa, I want to sleep."

Old Gray had just woken up. He looked down at little Aisha, then at the curtains on the balcony that were blown by the wind and the Beicheng district outside the window.

Finally, he cast his eyes on the low dark red on the ceiling, sighed, and then laughed.

"Remember to brush your teeth before bed."

-------------------------------------

Ionia's special smokeless maple mahogany was burning in the fireplace, and the orange flames danced like elves, and the warm flames added a touch of blush to Stevan's pale and old face.

He was sitting with Camille by the fireplace, talking about family affairs and other trivial matters during Evolution Day, just as he had done for decades.

Most of the time, Camille just acted as a listener. She knew that her younger brother was suspicious, so Camille would give Stevan enough tolerance and patience in the last part of his life.

"The Abino family is going to continue their marriage contract." Stewan glanced at Camille and said.

"Sauron is dead." Camille frowned slightly, "Who are you going to marry Sofia Abino?"

"Anyone is fine, as long as it is a child of the Philos family."

Stevan took a piece of maple and mahogany cut into a standard cuboid from the silver tray with a little effort, and wanted to throw it into the fire: "The second son of the third family is also an adult, so let him be."

dong dong.

There was a dull sound, and the maple and mahogany hit the fire in the fireplace and bounced aside, but it was not ignited. Stevan frowned, until Camille took the tongs and put the wood on the fire, Stewan Only then breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, that Miss Sophia Abino is said to be a bit rebellious. She doesn't seem to have the consciousness to fulfill the obligations of the Abino family. I need you to pay attention in your spare time. If she escapes marriage, it will be a shame to our family."

"There's also the marriage contract of that girl Abigail. An engagement ceremony has to be held before the evolution day." Stevan mentioned intentionally or unintentionally.

Camille's blue eyes flickered, "I think Gail's marriage contract needs to be reconsidered. Steve, you are harming the interests of the family."

Stevan tidied up the woolen blanket on his knees in his spare time, and smiled: "Marriage contracts can make us more closely connected with other families—"

"But don't forget that Gail is a hextech inventor—" Camille couldn't tolerate it both emotionally and rationally. Abigail might not be that valuable—Camille also knew that she The grandniece lacked the brilliance of invention.

But Watson Holmes, who is close to her, can bring amazing benefits to the Fellowes family-provided that Abigail cannot be married off.