LOL: In order to survive, I tricked Lissandra at the beginning

‘Heh! It seems that the days here won’t be boring.’

When he heard the two familiar words Sona, Aidil couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.

He looked at the two and smiled: “Can you tell me about the stories and customs of Ionia? I’m very interested in this.”

“Sure!”

Ferner’s eyes lit up and he looked a little excited.

Telling stories to people older than him is a very fulfilling thing for him.

So, Ferner enthusiastically told what he saw and heard in Ionia.

The atmosphere between the three people is gradually becoming relaxed and happy.

As time goes by, even the introverted Short can’t help but speak up and join in.

When he heard the two people talking about the natural spirit of the land in Ionia.

The food there can grow from the land by itself and the yield is amazing.

A trace of yearning appeared in Aidil's eyes, and he couldn't help but sigh:

"As both ancient lands with magical power, Ionia is much stronger than Freljord."

It's just that God gave him a good life, and God didn't even give him a way to survive.

No wonder Noxus is going to cross the sea to expedition to Ionia with all its strength.

Just as Aidil was sighing, Verna asked doubtfully:

"Aidil, aren't you from the border of Demacia? Have you been to Freljord before?"

Verna's words made Aidil's heart tremble, and he suddenly came back to his senses.

'It seems that I have let my guard down a little! ’

Thinking like this, Aidil explained calmly: "I used to be curious about why those northern barbarians always like to go south to plunder villages, so I went to the territory of Freljord to inquire, but unfortunately there seems to be nothing there except snow."

"Snow? That white cotton-like thing? I have never seen it before. I only heard the elders talk about it before."

Short asked curiously, his black eyes shining brightly, looking quite innocent.

Aidil was a little confused.

"Is there no snow in Ionia?"

"No, it's spring all year round there, and it rarely snows. Anyway, I haven't seen it."

As time went by, Short's words became more and more.

Obviously, the three of them have initially gained each other's trust.

Gurgle!

Suddenly, Verna's stomach made a strange sound.

Seeing the other two people turn their eyes to him, Verna scratched his head awkwardly and said with a blushing face:

"It was okay before I didn't eat, but I felt even hungrier after eating the dried meat."

"Haha, this is normal. The more you eat snacks, the more appetizing they are. Since you are hungry, why don't we go eat?"

Aidil suggested with a chuckle.

He turned his head and looked out the window. At this time, the sun had set in the sky and it was evening.

The three of them soon came to the cafeteria.

There were not many people in the cafeteria, only a few female staff members in white robes and some young children.

These children were obviously orphans, adopted by the Church of the Illuminators.

The children lined up in an orderly manner, waiting for the church staff to distribute food.

After waiting for a long time, Aidil looked at a piece of bread and a bowl of stew in his hand, and his appetite suddenly decreased.

With Aidil's current physique, he would not feel too hungry even if he did not eat for several days and nights.

Therefore, he cares more about the daily eating experience than the need for survival.

"Aidil, here!"

At this time, Verna's voice suddenly sounded in the distance.

Aidil looked up and saw that Verna and Short had found a remote table and sat down.

In addition to the two, there were two unfamiliar figures.

He walked over slowly and sat down at an empty seat at random.

It was not until then that he saw the full appearance of the four people at the table.

He had already met Verna and Short, and the other two were girls.

One of them had a brown braid, a beautiful face, wheat-colored skin, a pair of bright big eyes, and looked very spiritual.

The other one sat in a corner against the wall, with a clear distance between him and the three people, and a low sense of presence. Although sitting at the same table, they seemed to be from two different worlds.

However, when Aidil saw the other person's blue ponytails and the huge guqin that was extremely abrupt against the wall, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Isn't this my Canyon Qinma?

Has she not been adopted by the Buwell family yet?

"Why is she sitting so far away?"

Aidil looked at the three people and asked.

Seeing this, Verner shook his head helplessly, "Hey! Don't worry about her, her name is Sona, she is a mute, we can't communicate with her at all, even if we sit together, it's easy toShe ignored it. She has always been like this. We are used to it. "

"Let me introduce you. This is Mikkel. She lives in the same house with Sona. We are both from Ionia."

Ferner raised his hand and pointed at the pigtailed girl in front of him and introduced her.

Aidil nodded and looked at the other party. "Hello, my name is Aidil. I come from the northern border of Demacia, near the border of Freljord."

"Hello, my name is Mikkel. I am thirteen years old. I am currently helping with laundry chores in the church. My hobby is knitting. My dream is to wear the most beautiful dress I made and dance in front of everyone one day."

Mikkel's big eyes are bright and shining, as if there is light. She gives people the feeling of innocence and simplicity, plus...

Well~ She is definitely a social cow!

"Aidil, ignore her. She is like this. She is poor and has a short ambition. She always likes to tell her tiny dreams."

Ferner on the side said with a hint of disparagement.

"What do you mean by poor and short ambition? Sooner or later, I will become the most famous fashion designer in Xiongdu."

Michelle retorted, she supported her hands on the table, staring at Verna with wide eyes.

In response, Verna sneered and said contemptuously:

"What kind of fashion designer is it? Isn't it just a tailor who makes clothes for nobles? No matter how good a tailor is, he is still an inferior. If you want to dream, you should dream of being a noble master."

"Heh~ A noble master? You? Why don't you take a knife and cut yourself open, let some blood, and see if you have noble blood? "

Mikole crossed her arms over her chest, raised her head, and said with a proud and contemptuous look.

In Demacia, the nobility is hereditary.

To become a noble, one must either make great contributions to the country or inherit the noble status of the ancestors through blood.

For people like Verner who come from the lower class, only the first method can become a noble, but this is undoubtedly as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Faced with Mikole's ridicule, Verner was not angry, but just spread his hands helplessly and smiled:

"That's why I said it's a dream. We can be poor, but we can't be short-sighted. You are not like you, not only poor but also short-sighted, don't you think so, Short?"

"You...you are talking nonsense! You are a toad wanting to eat swan meat."

Mikole angrily transformed into a Zaun person, and her words were merciless.