"This beauty is called blooming."

In the past, even in the hands of slave traders, it took more than a dozen gold coins to obtain. The fine Ionian girls turned into piles of 'gorgeous' pieces of meat, although I have to admit that the placement of these pieces

It did feel very artistic, but Swain just wanted to prevent this from happening because he had never been here before.

But he knew that was impossible. As long as he was alive, this guy would use various methods to bring these girls to him, and then perform "art" for him.

"It looks like I'm also on your must-kill list."

Even though the smell of blood and screams had spread throughout the tavern, Swain still looked at the masked man in front of him expressionlessly. He raised his chopsticks and picked apart the smoking beef brought over by the other party.

, and sure enough, I found something that didn’t belong to beef underneath.

It was a human organ, very easy to identify, and judging from the shape, it was undoubtedly cooked alive. Of course he had never eaten such a thing, but he had seen it when he was in Noxus.

I went through all kinds of torture and communicated with those who collected corpses.

After all, sometimes in this world, corpses reveal much more information than people.

He did not waver, even though such behavior seemed crazy to a Noxian. He continued to push away the layer of distinctly shaped flesh, revealing the coins underneath.

It was more than thirty silver coins, enough for him to find a brave sea ship to sit on, or to find a barrel position on the ship from Piltover to deliver various supplies, and go there penniless.

Piltover. The other party knew his intelligence and everything about him, as if he had not committed crimes in any different place during this period, but was monitoring him.

"You discovered it. Yes, that's right, ah, by the way, you have to eat the meat above before you can take the money and leave this place."

He waved his knife, and the masked man's words were full of joy.

"The girl accidentally threw a cow to death because she was hiding from the Noxians. Then her father told her that she would rather die than let the cow die. If the cow lived, he could sell it for enough money to treat his brother's disease. So I

I made a deal with the desperate girl and let the now worthless Ionian girl cook by herself. I bought her at the original price and the cow she killed. I gave her enough coins for their family to live happily, but

What she doesn't know is that I'm not interested in her, I would rather have her..."

The smile in his words could no longer be suppressed.

"...I gave it to the Noxians and her brother and father to eat. But I have to say that even though she was crying and wailing, her cooking skills were still good, and she was also a very good and obedient actress.

And despite the struggles, despair, hope, painful struggles and uncontrollable sadness, with my help, she still completed a good work of art, an opera. But it is a pity that although

Her performance can be said to be a masterpiece, but I am still superior and used her to create a perfect opera! Sublimating her masterpiece and making her art meaningful! What's more, although her script contains self-performance parts,

But I’m still the screenwriter, right?”

He danced excitedly, and Swain also put down the chopsticks in his hands. This kind of tableware made of two branches was very novel to him, and he was very skilled in using it. But he had never wanted to let this tableware be used so much.

The two chopsticks became sharp swords, trying to pierce this twisted guy.

It is true that such a guy can be a very sharp knife when used properly.

But for a person, he can be as humble as dust, but he can never be twisted into such a maggot!

"So, you want to piss me off, right?"

The figure and voice of the masked man who stood up and raised his arms to cheer for the meat in front of him suddenly stopped. He tilted his head like a machine, still looking at Swain with his angry and hateful eyes.

"Yes, yes. Yes! Yes!!"

He opened his hand, and the beams above their heads suddenly exploded, scattering countless brightly colored petals among the remaining people in the tavern. And when these petals fell, everyone discovered what petals were here and there, but

All kinds of skin and flesh that have been cut! Carefully rendered with bright dyes and carved with the master's technique.

They screamed in horror, because after the lantern exploded, a head fell, which was the charming daughter of the tavern owner. The other party looked at everything in front of her with a smile, but anyone could see her helplessness when she died.

and hollow.

The tavern owner rushed towards the masked man like crazy, but the masked man just bent down towards Swain and made a curtain call gesture that artists often make.

"Because you have always been a disgusting viewer, with no anger, no appreciation, no disgust, no love. No matter how amazing the art I show in front of you is, you have always been indifferent, as if what I saw in front of you

The beauty you see has never been the same.”

He straightened up, and the tavern owner also flew up to the beam of the tavern under the control of the silk thread behind his back. His wife wanted to save him, but she danced like him and flew up, and she was in the air with her husband.

A beautiful ballet was performed.

Then the body exploded next to their daughter, and was scattered in the tavern like their daughter's body, which brought a gorgeous curtain to this performance. Their heads were also dropped next to their daughter, and

Just like their daughter, she has that weird smile on her face.

The blood fell on the ground and turned into gorgeous flowers, decorating the entire tavern beautifully in an instant, and the three heads still kept smiling, perfectly blending with the scene.

"how?"

He spread his hands so that Swain could clearly see the panicked people in the tavern and the head that was dropped in the air. But Swain still did not speak, and there was still no anger or unwillingness in his eyes.

No sympathy. Calm like a stone slab without any ripples. No matter how amazing things the masked man shows, it will not cause him to waver in the slightest.

This gesture already speaks volumes. No matter how much the masked man displays art that he considers extremely gorgeous, it still has no value in front of this person. He appreciates his own killing skills, but he has little respect for himself.

With the belief that he must kill, he turns a blind eye to his own art.

"Ah……"

The masked man couldn't help but think of that day, when he used some small means to make his loyal subordinates rebel against the general. This was not a difficult task, after being caught by a demon, and the demon showed that it was only interested in him.

Interest, and if other demons do not take their lives seriously, some misunderstandings and some dark descendants who are induced to go over can easily make those loyal soldiers lose their minds.

However, when the man in front of me was tied to a cross in the name of demonic sacrifice, and I asked him how he felt about his art, how he felt about being betrayed by his subordinates for such reasons, and sent to death,

He still faced himself with this attitude.

It’s not that I have nothing to say, it’s not that I’m speechless, and it’s not that I’m heartbroken.

Instead, he ignored him, as if everything he did was meaningless. How did he deal with him at that time? Ah...

The masked man looked at his missing arm and the crutches he used as replacement legs, and let out a sigh of satisfaction and regret.

I used the knife in my hand to slowly peel off his arm millimeter by millimeter, first his disgusting long male hair, and then the skin, fat, and muscles that barely entered the eyes after shaving the hair.

Fascia, nerves, blood vessels, and bones. After thinking of this, he took out a small and delicate flute and couldn't help but play a beautiful tune in front of Swain.

That's Swain's thigh bone.

Swain saw this scene. He looked at everything at hand, picked up the pair of chopsticks that he had thrown away, and carefully examined the other party's cheerful tune, and then he found something wrong.

His hands did not tremble. He broke the pair of chopsticks with force, and then he discovered that the interior of the pair of chopsticks was filled with several bone needles made from split bones.

He had a rare reaction, but it was not the reaction the masked man wanted.

"The craftsmanship is good. I have seen many such craftsmen in Noxus. They will use the corpses of the defeated to make various artistic decorations. Among them, they can even ensure that the heads will still be lifelike after more than ten years.

, and craftsmen who shed tears and wriggle their tongues and throats. But even among them, your craftsmanship can barely be called good."

Noxus itself has a tradition of decorating its achievements with the corpses of its enemies. In fact, the whole world has this tradition. But someone as calm as Swain has never been seen by the masked man.

For the first time, he realized one thing. What he was facing was probably not a simple human being, but something more advanced.

A will.

Angry, angry, ashamed, and sad, four emotions appeared in his heart at the same time. He was angry that Swain still had no wavering in his art. He was angry that Swain compared him with those ordinary craftsmen. He

I was ashamed and angry that I didn't realize that Swain was such a good material before. It was a waste of material to rashly remove his hands and feet. This is an unforgivable mistake for an artist.

Grief.

He was so sad that he could only say goodbye to such a material. He said goodbye just when he had just discovered the excellence of the other party, because he had been taught a lesson by Aatrox. The other party would not allow the 'gift' he prepared to be damaged like this again.

So if the masked man hurts Swain, he will die immediately.

He would not bet on whether the other party could do it, because that was a stupid thing. And although dedicating oneself to a work of art was not a big deal, it was a pity that he had spent countless hours preparing for it.

The script has begun to be staged. Although he is an artist, his love for art is fair.

What's more, the repertoire he prepared was no worse than Swain's, so he was very sad. He was sad about why God didn't give him more time, and why did the cruel God target a pure artist like him to prevent him from being perfect?

He transforms everything he sees into perfect art.

"...Ah, maybe this incompleteness and unbeautifulness are the motivation for us to pursue art."

Thinking of this, he wiped away the tears flowing from his eyes, because all these blows, sufferings, and sorrows will turn into the most magnificent drama under his brushes and creations, and the greatest artist should also

Dedicate yourself to your own work. But you are so perfect and so intoxicating.

Therefore, in the end, he must be killed by a god who is jealous of his talent and is unwilling to let his divine art happen. Before that, he will become Prometheus who steals fire and shows his true art to the world.

of all

Wonderful!

Wonderful!

excellence!

And extraordinary...

"Since you like it, I'll give it to you."

Thinking of this, the masked man trembled a little. He couldn't help but be excited. He eagerly wanted to open the curtain and show the real theater to the gods and the world with the ropes of time and destiny. But now he must recruit actors for this.

And persuaded them to participate in his performance.

My art this time must break away from the shackles of boring fate, and it must be able to impress the gods. So although I regret it, I really don’t have time to say anything more to this material. And watching him stand up, I couldn’t stand with excitement.
To be continued...