"What about the young man?"

"A young man's word... To be honest I don't think he looks like a Freljord, his hair and eyes are dark, and his eye sockets are very light..."

Lux trembled, as if there was electricity running through her body, and she grabbed the soldier's shoulder suddenly: "Have you asked what his name is?"

The soldier was frightened, the helmets were all deviated from the correct position, and he stammered: "Okay, okay...it seems to be called... Luo... Rorschach"

…

Olaf pricked up his ears and said suspiciously, "What did you hear, I didn't hear anything?"

"Shh!" Lothar whispered, "two people came over."

Olaf listened carefully and vaguely heard footsteps.

"Boy, your ears are really smart, how can you hear that it's two people?"

Lothar didn't answer, he focused on discerning footsteps nearby.

There was a heavy voice, probably from a Forsbarrow soldier.

Another footstep was crisp and fast, like the sound of a hard object hitting the stone pavement, obviously a woman.

"Come on!" Lothar held his breath and walked silently in front of Olaf to avoid the violent rough man from hurting people.

Through the dim oil lamp in the cell, Lothar saw the appearance of the visitor.

She came with a touch of beautiful gold, as warm and dazzling as the morning sun.

She is slender and tall, with high-heeled boots under her feet, stepping on the flagstone road with the rhythm of a deer jumping.

Her sea-blue eyes stared directly at Lothar, the water in her eyes surging like waves.

Lothar took a deep breath.

…

Lux almost ran wild, awakening several prisoners who were snoring in the cell, causing a lot of scolding.

But she doesn't care about these things now, she just wants to see that person.

Finally, she saw him in the cell.

He seemed to have changed a lot, and it seemed that nothing had changed.

He has grown a lot taller, and his face has also taken off the tenderness. He has a wolf's tail grass in his mouth, and he still looks leisurely. But after seeing Lux's appearance, there was also a hint of stunned expression on his face, and the wolf's tail grass fell to the ground.

He seems to have added many more wounds, on his neck, on his arm...and the empty sleeve on his right arm.

Lux slowed down at the door of the cell. She slowly approached the iron fence and met the eyes of the teenager in the cell.

Lux took a deep breath.

…

"Long time no see, ass." Lothar greeted with Demacia.

"Long time no see... Rorschach." Lux replied in Freljord.

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The distance to the ends of the earth makes the moment of joy at the reunion precious.

— Traditional Ionian proverb

Chapter 55 Judges

"I've fantasized about reuniting with him a few times like this," Lacusmus asked herself, but got no answer.

She had imagined countless times what it would be like when she and Rorschach met again, but never thought that they would meet again in prison.

Lux had thought that when she saw Rorschach again, she would hug him desperately. But now, her body was standing in place like lead, at a loss.

"You're so pretty, ass." Lothar's greeting interrupted Lux's silence.

"Um...thank...thank you." Lux replied intermittently.

"You can actually speak Freljord, with a very positive accent, amazing."

"It took a lot of hard work...you too, Demacian became a lot more fluent."

"I'm reviewing the words and phrases you taught me every day, and I've become proficient over time."

Lux's heart rippled: "He is reviewing what I have taught every day..."

The soldiers behind Lux ​​looked at them inexplicably: "Miss Crown Guard and this barbarian seem to... know each other."

Olaf looked at Lothar and Lux, and asked suspiciously, "Boy, what are you talking about, I don't understand."

Lothar rolled his eyes: "I'll explain to you later, I'll negotiate with her first, maybe I can let us out."

Lux heard the words and said sternly: "Rorschach, tell me honestly, what is the purpose of your coming to Forsbyro?"

Lothar raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why do you still call me Rorschach after you learned Freljordan, I'm Lothar."

"You...you don't care, answer my question." Lux clenched her cane.

Lothar touched his head: "I haven't seen you for so many years, you still haven't changed, you're still so awkward."

Lux bit her lip lightly.

"I'm here to find the truth," Rosa said.

"the truth"

"The truth about her." Lothar approached Lux, holding the iron fence with one hand, "You know who I'm talking about."

"Don't go near Miss Crown Guard!" the soldier scolded Lothar with his sword drawn.

"It's okay, he won't hurt me." Lux motioned the soldier to put away his sword and turned to Lothar, "She... After so many years, do you still want to find her?"

"I want to know why, why did she find you and me, what the **** is she and how you and I were saved?"

"What's the point of knowing this?"

Lothar looked at Lux with some surprise: "Don't you care?"

Lux hurriedly said, "I didn't! I just..."

"Remember The Laugher?"

Lux recalled the little poro, the only one she had ever seen in her life.

Seeing that Lux didn't speak, Lothar continued: "After that day, I couldn't find the joker, and I tried all means to find it. It was entrusted to me by a friend of mine. After I lost it, I No face to see my friends. A large part of the reason I came back here was to try again and see if I could find clues about it."

Lux was silent for a long time.

"Now, you only need to answer me one thing." Lux raised her head, "Tell me, does Fosborough's nightmare have anything to do with you?"

"No." Lothar replied succinctly.

Lux breathed a sigh of relief: "Then the purpose of your coming here is really only to investigate her. There is no idea of ​​harming the people of Forsbyro, right?"

"right."

"Can you guarantee it?"

"I dare."

Lux's inner worry finally dissipated, she looked at Lothar's face, the face that appeared in her dreams countless times, and now it was really placed in front of her.

"I can convince the magistrate at Forsbarrow to let you out."

"Miss Crown Guard!" The soldiers behind Lux ​​hurriedly discouraged, "You can't trust them easily! In case they are upset and kind..."

"I have my own measure." Lux interrupted the soldier's words and continued to say to Lothar, "But I have conditions."

"You and I are going to talk about conditions." Losar sighed and said helplessly, "Okay, you say it."

A glimmer of relief flashed in Lux's eyes: "You said that you are a very powerful hunter, right?"

"At least after I separated from you, I haven't seen anyone more powerful than me." Lothar boasted calmly.

"If a child went missing a few days ago, would you be able to track him down?"

"As long as he doesn't fly away with wings, it should be fine."

"Very good." Lux reached out to Lothar, with a small smile on her face unconsciously, "Join me to solve Fosborough's nightmare, this is the condition for me to let you out."

Lothar looked at Lux's hand, and then at Olaf, who was in a state of impatience behind him.

"make a deal."

After seven years, Lothar and Lux ​​held hands again.

…

"No." Judge Giselle directly rejected Lux's proposal, "I can't risk letting two savages walk around in Fosbury, the people will be frightened."

"I'll let them dress up first," Lux insisted. "That Freljord is a very good hunter, and they can help us find your son Luca."

Hearing his son, Judge Giselle's face was a little loose: "No... We can't trust barbarians."

Luxe said loudly: "But please believe me, I am willing to use my reputation to guarantee that they will not do anything harmful to Fosbyro."

Giselle looked at Lux in surprise: "Why do you vouch for the two barbarians? You know them"

Lux did not answer Gisele's question: "Please believe me, I will accompany them to supervise the whole process, and I will be responsible for anything that happens."

Giselle frowned, thinking hard.

…

Olaf was listening with interest to Lothar's story.

"I didn't expect you to be such an amorous boy! When you were ten years old, you ran off to hook up with the little girl in Demacia!" Olaf smiled and slapped Lothar on the back, "If Ashe knew that you still have one Little lover, what will happen?"

Lothar kicked Olaf angrily: "What nonsense, Laxana and I are just friends."

"I don't see her looking at you like she's looking at a friend." Olaf teased.

Lothar could only ruthlessly roll his eyes at Olaf, ignoring the yin and yang's silly big man.

"Rorschach, I'm here." Lux's voice came from outside the cell, followed by a small group of soldiers.

"Yo, you're back, ass, how's it going with that judge of yours?" Lothar walked to the cell door.

Lux blushed, cast a glance at the soldiers with strange expressions, and said viciously, "Don't call me **** in front of others."

"Sorry, I'm used to it, then what should I call you?"

Lux signaled the soldiers to open the cell door: "Just call me Lux."

"Clax is not an intimate talent..."

"Don't worry about it so much!" Lux was so angry that she couldn't help kicking Lothar with her steel boots.

Lothar rubbed his leg in pain: "I see, Lux..."

The corners of Lux's mouth rose slightly: "I have persuaded Judge Giselle, but you must pretend to be locals, and you must bring this."

Lothar and Olaf looked in the direction Lux pointed.

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Many of Demacia's towns are governed by magistrates. The magistrate has the highest decision-making power in the local area. As long as it does not violate the law, the implementation of major decisions does not need to be reported to the West Asian royal family. The Temples of Lightbringers everywhere have the power to advise and supervise to ensure that magistrates do not abuse their powers. The principals of the Temple of Light will be changed every few years to prevent the magistrates and the Temple of the Messengers of Light from complicity and corruption.

—Excerpt from Ezreal's "Valloran's Travels: Demacia Chapter 1: State Structure"

Chapter 56 Investigation and Greetings

Lothar limped along, heavy fetters on his left foot, the iron ball dragging him in his stride.

"Lux, let's discuss." Lothar asked Lux ​​with a wry smile, "Can you give me a lighter ball and die."

Lux walked briskly and seemed to be in a good mood. She patted a bunch of keys hanging behind her waist, and said apologetically, "This is already the lightest. Although I believe you, I always have to show Judge Giselle a look."

"Look at how useless you are." Olaf sneered at Lothar mercilessly, "Look at Laozi, both feet are tied with a bigger one than you!"

With that said, Olaf proudly threw the heavy iron ball to his toes and flipped the ball up easily.

Lux looked stunned.

"Ignore him, he's a pervert." Lothar patted Lux ​​on the shoulder.

"This iron ball can't even be pulled..." Lux glanced at Olaf like a monster, and then whispered to Lothar in Demacian, "Is he your subordinate?"

"Well... it's barely." Lothar remembered that after spending so long with Olaf, this unruly Locklaw warrior never truly respected himself and Ashe.