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Chapter 212 - Chapter 212: Conversation

Noticing the little yordle on the side, a smile appeared on Faen's face.

As sprites of Runeterra, yordles themselves lived in Bandle City, located in the gap between the spirit realm and the material realm—essentially still part of the spirit realm.

These small lives possessed innate talents. As long as they found their lifelong goal, they would learn and move forward tirelessly. For example, Poppy, because of promising someone a commitment, to find a true hero as the master for the Hammer of Orlon in her hand, wandered in Demacia for thousands of years constantly searching and waiting.

Another example is the great inventor Heimerdinger. Because he witnessed the painful lessons of the Rune Wars and felt the civilization nurtured by technology and machinery, he stayed in Piltover for hundreds of years, laying the most solid foundation for Piltover's prosperity. And another example is the foul-mouthed Kled. Because he advocated war, violence, and conflict, even before Noxus was called Noxus, he helped the Noxii people charge into battle, just to feel the most primitive violence and war.

Of course, not all yordles craved conflict so much, nor did all yordles crave to achieve great careers. At least, in the background story of League of Legends, actually the vast majority of yordles did what they liked based on interest—even being a pirate, or a bounty hunter, etc.

And in Faen's impression, Bilgewater was a place with relatively more yordles. Of course, bounties regarding yordles were also prevalent here. However, similar bounties, even if offering high prices, were rarely taken actively by people, because throughout Runeterra, rumors and traditions like harming yordles bringing misfortune were prevalent. For example, in the short story of Twisted Fate and Graves, Twisted Fate frankly admitted he never took bounties related to yordles.

And as a special magical life, yordles' perception of magic power and spiritual energy was far beyond ordinary people. This was also the important reason why the sharpshooter Lheana hugged her head and hid directly the moment Faen appeared.

Shrinking carefully under the table, noticing Faen looking at her, Lheana also revealed an awkward and forced smile. Waving her hand, she greeted with difficulty and embarrassment: "Ha, ha... hello..."

Looking at Lheana's strange reaction, Sarah on the side also felt puzzled.

Others might not know or understand Lheana well. But as the captain of the Syren, Sarah knew very well how sharp Lheana's intuition was—without exaggeration, even if a seagull flew behind clouds on a stormy sea, Lheana could clearly detect the traces produced by it at the first moment.

In Lheana's words, this was the super intuition necessary for a yordle sharpshooter. Similarly, in shooting accuracy, Lheana's precision also reached a level that even Sarah herself couldn't catch up with—yordle talent was just like this.

And now... this was the first time Sarah saw Lheana showing such a nervous and timid appearance.

To this, although unable to see Faen's full appearance clearly, Lheana could feel that the Faen in front of her was surrounded by an ancient and twisted aura all over. That aura was filled with a pathological madness. This feeling made Lheana face a formidable enemy, but also made Lheana unable to generate any so-called fighting will and intent. Because yordles, also being semi-spirit realm lives, and mostly spirit realm lives, she could feel the antiquity and power represented by this force more clearly.

And looking at Lheana shrinking timidly, Faen also comforted: "No need to be so afraid; in fact, I am a good person, not a demon, evil spirit, or something."

Hearing Faen's words, a flash of suspicion passed between Lheana's brows—Eh? Your aura is already like this, how can you not be? But if you are, judging from this weird aura, you could just eat me directly; seems no need to lie to me?

Thinking this, Lheana asked carefully: "Then the... aura on your body, where did it come from? Feels a bit weird..."

"Hmm, you can understand it as a contractor with a demon?" Hearing this, Faen touched his chin, saying frankly: "It's just that demon's plan had a little deviation, leading to part of her power belonging to me."

"Really?" Hearing this, a look of surprise flashed on Lheana's face. But looking at Faen's peaceful and casual face, she still crawled out from under the table carefully.

Seeing Lheana wasn't so nervous anymore, Faen cast his gaze at Sarah on the side and said: "Let's get to know each other, my name is Faen."

While speaking, Faen extended his hand. To this, after a moment of silence, Sarah also extended her hand simply shaking hands to greet.

Perhaps because Faen looked very easy-going? Or perhaps because Faen didn't use force at the first moment like LeBlanc, Sarah also realized something. Turning to ponder for a moment, she said: "If I remember correctly, the person rumored to have killed Gangplank... seems to be named Faen. Is it you?"

"It's me." Faen nodded. This made Sarah's gaze gradually become complex—Sarah wanting to kill Gangplank didn't need excessive elaboration, and Gangplank being killed by someone really made Sarah feel angry and even despairing. Based on this point, if her mind was a bit pathological, like Jinx, Sarah wanting to kill Faen wasn't incomprehensible.

But making a living on this sea with her brain, Sarah didn't have Jinx's neuroticism. But even so, knowing the enemy she wished to cut into pieces had his kill stolen by the man in front of her, Sarah's heart still felt doubly complex.

Silent for a moment, Sarah took a deep breath and said: "You... did well."

When saying these words, Faen could clearly feel the reluctance and struggle in Sarah's words. However, judging from the final result, obviously Sarah also knew that Gangplank's death, no matter what, was a good thing for the vast majority of people in this world. What Sarah regretted was just that Gangplank didn't die in her hands.

To this, Faen said unhurriedly: "I indeed killed Gangplank, but his soul still exists."

"Soul?" Hearing this, Sarah froze slightly, then said: "You mean... his soul wasn't taken away by Wolf?"

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