LOL: Summoner of Goddess Jana

Chapter 436 Kai'Sa and the Prophet of the Void

Monan, Mount Balat.

This is the edge of the vast desert and the end of the forbidden zone of life.Although the wind and sand from the northern desert are still fierce and ruthless, the gurgling stream flowing down from the high mountains in the south has brought some vitality to this barren land.

Grass can grow on the hills here, sheep can be raised, and some drought-tolerant crops can be planted.

To the people of Shurima, such a piece of land is already a benevolent and generous charity of nature.

Keisha, who is 10 years old this year, was born here.

Yes, it's different from the Void Daughter Kai'Sa that Li Wei knew:
Kai'Sa is the name she changed for herself after she became a symbiosis with void creatures in the "future";
And now she is just a little human girl named Keisha.

"Meaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat was just as the sun rose in the morning, Keisha drove her family's dozens of sheep to graze in the valley outside the village.

There are no tall buildings, no shops, no hustle and bustle of the city, only the blue sky, white clouds, green grass, and flocks of sheep.
Kesha had read picture books of stories her father brought back from Piltover.

Those Piltovers always imagined in their stories that they could get away from the city and come to a place like this to be shepherds.

Here, people can no longer shoulder the heavy burden of life, just need to take care of those docile and lovely sheep, lie on the grassland and watch the sky quietly.
"That's weird!" Kesha curled her lips helplessly when she thought of the absurd stories written by those Picheng guys.

Then, she couldn't help but yawned a long time again, causing the tired tears to slide down from the corners of her eyes uncontrollably, leaving two crystal tears on her ashen cheeks.

And the place where the tears flowed, could barely reveal the original color of the snow-white skin of this naturally beautiful little girl.

But Keisha wiped it with her hands casually, and then used the tears and dust to wipe her little face black.

"Meaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat whom the flock was still screaming, making her a little uneasy.

She got up before dawn today, mixed the goats with concentrate, tidied up the sheepfolds, cleaned up the goat manure, and helped her mother milk the goats to prepare breakfast.

The big bucket full of sheep dung and eggs that was cleaned out filled her whole body with a strong sheep smell.

And Keisha couldn't care less about herself.

The sick little lamb at home needs more care than she does.

She could only sit in the dirty and smelly sheepfold, like a patient mother, feeding those sick lambs mouthfuls of the concentrate mixed with herbs.

Then I prayed devoutly to the gods of Shurima, praying that they could bless the sheep to get better soon, so that she and her mother could have a better life.

After finally finishing these chores, Keisha was able to take the sheep out to graze and make life easier for herself.

But only a little easier.

"Buzzing-"

The "elegant piano" of the lawn bugs in the Piltover Tales sounds like a voice from hell to Kesha.

Mosquitoes on the grass are simply a biological weapon.

Their number is endless.Every time the flock takes a step in the grass, a cloud of black mist can be stirred up in mid-air-at this time, you can catch a handful of mosquitoes from the air just by reaching out your hand casually.

As a result, Keisha had to face the scorching sun of Shurima, wrapping herself tightly from head to toe in robes and veils.

But even so, many mosquitoes still got in through the gaps in Kesha's clothes, and pierced their blood-sucking needles into the girl's delicate skin.

"Hiss—" Mosquito bites in the grass are very painful.

Keisha felt as if she had been pricked a few times, and then the bit on her arm quickly became red and swollen.

Fortunately, she is used to this pain.The swollen bumps on her arms from the bites yesterday, the day before yesterday, and the day before yesterday haven't healed yet, and a few more such small injuries are nothing.

Keisha gritted her teeth and forced herself to hold on.

But the morning sun is getting bigger and bigger.

"The Warm Sunshine of the Prairie" in the Piltover storybook was mercilessly roasting this skinny Shurima girl at this time.The skin on her cheeks quickly turned red, and was covered with a dense layer of crystal sweat.

Sweat kept dripping, marinating with the sheep smell on her old robe, making her smell even worse.

Keisha can only continue to insist.

With great difficulty, she drove the flock to the side of the creek, let the sheep drink enough water, and then came to the shady side of the valley, avoiding the increasingly fierce sun above her head.

The breeze here is cool, and there are not too many mosquitoes. It is a suitable place to rest and let the sheep graze well.

"Ah, cut." Keisha sat down on the grass, with sleepy eyes.

Working is really tiring.She wanted to sleep for a while now.

But she dared not.

Sheepdogs are not omnipotent either.She was very afraid that she would sleep too deeply, and when she woke up, the flock would lose a few sheep.

It might be that the sheep got lost by itself, or it might be taken away by the wolf on the mountain, but no matter what the possibility is, this is a loss that she, the little shepherdess, cannot bear.

As a result, Keisha could only try not to fall asleep.

She was sitting on the grass, holding the sheep shovel tightly, carefully looking after the sheep grazing, while carefully digging out the book of Piltover stories that she had read countless times from her bosom, and devoted herself to reading it.

She is too familiar with the stories in the book.But she still had to watch.

Because she is more familiar with the surrounding scenery, familiar to the point of boredom.Without reading, she has no other way to pass the time.

"Dad, when are you coming back?"

At this time, Keisha couldn't help but miss her father.

Every time her father came back, he would bring her a lot of delicious and interesting things, and also bring her many legendary stories from far away.

"Piltover" Keisha tried to look north again, looking in the direction her father had traveled on this journey.

Piltover, a prosperous and prosperous city of civilization and progress, was also a frequent guest in her father's adventure stories.

Keisha remembers her father telling her excitedly once when he was drunk that when he got rich, he would take her and her mother to Piltover.

In this way, she and her mother can live in a magical miracle house where there is water when the tap is turned on, and meat when the refrigerator is turned on.

At that time, she will no longer have to be tanned by the scorching sun in summer, and will no longer be frostbitten by the cold wind in winter, and she will no longer have to shear and fetch water for the sheep in summer, and pluck and feed grass for the sheep in winter. , there is no need to get up in the middle of the night to see a doctor and deliver the sheep, and there is no need to clean the sheep pen and clean up the sheep manure.
But these did not materialize after all.

After Kassadin said these drunken words in a daze, he set off for a distant place the next day.

No matter what legendary adventures he has had outside, life with Kesha and her mother is much the same as before.

"Oh." Keisha let out a long sigh.

Her little head couldn't figure out why her father, who was already such a powerful caravan guide, still couldn't bring her and her mother out of this mountain.

Piltover, is it really so difficult to get there?

"." Keisha suddenly lost the will to continue reading.

She closed the Piltover storybook tightly and never looked at it again.

Yes, she shouldn't have seen it.

The life of their family, in Shurima and in the village, is already pretty good.

If she didn't know that there is such a good place in the world as Piltover, maybe she wouldn't be so confused and miserable?
The young Miss Keisha couldn't help but think so deeply.

And at this moment.
"Wow, woof, woof!" The shepherd suddenly let out a terrified cry.

"Wolf?" Keisha immediately woke up.

She subconsciously tightened her body, took out the dagger her father had given her from her bosom, and looked warily at the direction in which the shepherd dog was barking.

Her slender figure does not seem to be as strong as the sheep she wants to protect.

But Keisha's legs were still trembling, and she struggled to stay in front of the flock.She was reluctant to lose the sheep, and her mother would be very sad.

fortunately
As the dogs barked louder and louder, it was not wolves that appeared in the valley, but a group of strangers.

Those people were all wearing robes against the wind and sand, leading horses and Skalash camels, looking like merchants who came from afar and passed by here.

And the leader of this "caravan" is a mysterious man whose whole body is wrapped in that purple robe.

He only has a pair of purple pupils exposed.And it looks bright, as if the eyes will glow by themselves.

"Wow, woof, woof, woof!" As the purple-robed man approached, the barking of the shepherd dog gradually became distorted in fright.

Keisha just didn't pay attention, and the dog abandoned its owner, turned around and ran away in panic.

"Hey, stop!" Keisha reacted and wanted to chase.

But it is not easy for her to abandon her flock.

That's right, the flock.
Kesha glanced at her sheep, only to realize that they were somehow too scared to eat grass.They were all bleating in fear and shivering in place.

"What's wrong?" Keisha couldn't understand.

At this time, the man in purple robe had slowly walked in front of her.

"Uncle, how are you?" Keisha greeted cautiously.

The man in purple robe looked down at her, and then he said: "Child."

"You're in pain, aren't you?"

The man's voice is extremely ethereal and ethereal, as if from another world.

"Why?" There was a trace of pity in his eyes.

"I" Keisha was a little confused.She didn't know how to answer.

"I see." Suddenly, the purple-robed man looked away on his own.It was as if he had read her mind: "All living beings suffer, and you are no exception, child."

"?" Kesha tilted her little head, looking at the nagging guy in front of her in puzzlement.

But the purple-robed man just looked at her quietly, his eyes were very focused, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

"That." At this time, Keisha spoke first.

"Huh?" The purple-robed man's eyes moved slightly.

"Uncle." Keisha's heart moved, and she couldn't help saying: "You are also in pain, right?"

The purple-robed man was silent for a while.

"Yes." He glanced at the little girl in surprise, and then gave an affirmative answer.

"Why?" Keisha asked, imitating his tone.

"." The purple-robed man was silent again.

But looking at Keisha's clear eyes, he finally gave an answer.

"When I was your age, I was wandering the streets of Amakra."

"My parents died in front of me. And there was nothing I could do."

The purple-robed man replied in a calm to terrifying tone.

"Sorry." Keisha gave the uncle a sympathetic look.

At least she still has her parents and family, and she doesn't have to go hungry every day.

But this strange uncle is very pitiful.

No wonder he was in pain.

"No, I'm not in pain because of this incident." The purple-robed man said: "What makes me painful is that I understand the cause of the tragedy, but I don't have the strength to solve it myself."

"The question is unsolvable."

"As long as human beings exist in this world, there will always be people like you and me who suffer endless pain."

"Well" Keisha was a little dizzy again.

She couldn't understand what the uncle was saying.

All in all, that doesn't sound like a good thing to say.

The most important thing is that Kesha has heard this tone-an old woman in the village once spoke in this tone, and then she was found hanged on a dead tree outside the village, leaving everyone forever .

"Uncle." Keisha tentatively said cautiously: "Then now"

As she spoke, she also looked at the mighty "caravan" behind the purple-robed man.

"Who are these people?"

"They are my followers." The purple-robed man said without concealment: "There are also slaves we bought. Recently slaves are much cheaper, so we bought a lot."

"Wow" Keisha secretly exclaimed.

To have such a "caravan", to have so many people follow him faithfully, and to buy so many slaves at once, this uncle must be a remarkable person now.

The homeless orphan whose parents both died back then is probably making a fortune now.

So she asked cautiously: "Then now, uncle, your life should be much better?"

The purple-robed man pondered for a long time.

Then, he smiled: "Well, yes. Now I have a good life."

"That's good." Keisha breathed a sigh of relief.

"But it's not enough." The purple-robed man said, "The root of the problem has not been solved yet."

"My life is good, but what about the slaves? What about you? What about your parents, family, friends and neighbors?"

"The so-called good life will always belong to a few people. Most people are struggling to live, and they will never be able to get rid of it."

"I have witnessed how insensitive human beings can be, and I have also seen the extreme depravity and corruption of this world-human beings are beyond salvation."

"Well..." Keisha was already a little confused.

She scratched her head and tentatively said, "But, isn't it enough to live well?"

"It's not easy to make yourself happy. Is there a way in the world to make everyone happy?"

"Yes." The purple-robed man said seriously, "I have already found it."

"You want to know, kid."

"I..." Kesha nodded hesitantly, "Well, I want to know."

"Then you can join us." The purple-robed man's voice carried a natural temptation: "Come with me, child."

"Where are you going?" Keisha asked puzzled.

"It's right here." The man in purple robe said with a smile: "We will hold a grand ceremony here. Everyone is eligible to join."

"That won't work." Keisha shook her head vigilantly: "I still have to herd the sheep. After the sheep are herded, I have to go home."

"And then?" the purple-robed man interrupted her: "Continue to herd sheep tomorrow? Next year, the year after, or 90 or [-] years later?"

"When you grow up and have a child, let her continue to herd the sheep?"

Keisha was left speechless by the question.

"No." She clenched her fists and said stubbornly, "I will become a powerful caravan guide just like my father. When I grow up, my children won't have to continue herding sheep."

"But your father is a powerful caravan guide, isn't he?" the man in purple robe said with a smile, "And you are still herding sheep."

Kesha: "I"

"Come on." The purple-robed man's eyes moved slightly: "You have tasted pain, and you can also feel the pain of others. This is a kind of talent."

"I would have come earlier than today. It was my followers who bought too many slaves and delayed my trip for a few days, so I met you here."

"So our meeting was a fateful coincidence."

"Perhaps, fate pointed out another way for you. The coming of the Lord requires more people to contribute to it, Keisha, you should join us."

"Hey?" Kesha's mind buzzed, "You, how do you know my name?"

At this time, she thought of the frightened shepherd dog and the shivering sheep beside her.

She instinctively felt vigilant, and backed away in fear.

But it's too late.

There was a glint in the purple-robed man's eyes, and Keisha felt as if she saw a lavender ocean of stars—she was completely immersed in it, numb both mentally and physically.

She opened her eyes wide and opened her mouth, but she couldn't close it for a long time.

It was as if her whole body had turned into a piece of wood, unable to move or speak.

"Take her with you." At this moment, the purple-robed man said to the followers behind him.

"Yes, Lord Prophet!" A believer stepped forward respectfully, and swiftly lifted Keisha's small body with one hand, and threw it on the back of a nearby horse.

Then, he asked curiously: "Great prophet, why did you specially arrest this little girl?"

"Anyway, when our sacrificial ceremony starts, all the people in the tens of miles around will become one with the 'Great Nothingness'—it's the same for this girl, isn't it?"

Everyone in this mountain range must die.It was completely superfluous to arrest Keisha specially.

No one can guess why the Prophet did this.

"No reason." The purple-robed prophet replied, "It's just my intuition that she will be very important to the Lord's cause."

Yes, intuition.

The man in purple robe, that is, the Prophet of the Void, Malzahar, had the magical talent of foreseeing the secrets and divination of fate since he was a child.

His intuition may be vague, but it has always been the most effective.

It's a pity that fate made an extremely bad joke for him, the predictor of fate——

His ability was awakened a bit late.

When Malzaha awakened his talent and easily became a great fortune teller with no worries about food and clothing, his parents had already died of illness in front of him.

Therefore, this talent failed to save Malzaha's life, but instead became his tool to destroy the world.

"Take this girl with you." Malzahar glanced at Keisha: "She must have something special."

(End of this chapter)