On July 20, 212, the New World Calendar of Valorland, the news of Garen's death spread throughout the continent.

But the War Academy was not affected much. People drank and played with women as usual, and they never stopped for a moment for this peerless man.

For this city that brings together all races on the mainland, Galen is just a ranger who once had a very famous reputation or a general from another country.

He died at most, that is, some people who were also a ranger who poured a glass of wine for him at home when the dark night was approaching, and remembered the past when they were lucky enough to fight side by side.

Or, someone who had good things shouted loudly at another person in the crowded tavern, "Do you know, Garen, the power of Demacia, was dead, shouting very loudly to show his well-informedness."

When the dark night is approaching.

A simple gray carriage slowly drove from the end of the sunset into the city gate of the War Academy, which was like a cage entrance.

Chen Senran came back without disturbing anyone.

Quietly, as if he was leaving.

Old Du waved his whip and drove the carriage very fast.

He quickly passed through the city gates, crossed the streets with endless vocals, and finally stopped in front of the gray oak tree door.

"It's here." Lao Du yawned and said to Chen Senran, who was sitting in the carriage.

"Thank you." Chen Senran nodded and jumped out of the carriage. He held Little Annie in his arms. The road was bumpy and the little girl fell asleep again.

"When will I go to see her?" Chen Senran took two steps and stopped again, looking at Lao Du, who was about to drive the carriage away from the backyard.

"Well..." Lao Du's movement, who was lifting the whip, had a moment of stalemate. His cold face that had not changed for a thousand years turned red, "Let me think about it again."

He scratched his head and said so.

"Okay, let it go." Chen Senran held back his smile and answered like this.

The so-called "nearby feeling" is probably the case.

Speaking of being timid in the hometown, Chen Senran felt a little embarrassed for a moment. He looked at the gate of the gray oak tree that was only a step away in front of him, and raised his hand but did not knock it down.

"Evelyn, you go back too. Have a good sleep. Thank you for your hard work. I promised to help you, and I will definitely help you." Chen Senran raised his hand and looked at the undispersed sunset on the street corner in the distance, promising.

He knew Evelyn was nearby.

After waiting for about a minute, Chen Senran finally pushed open the door of the gray oak tree.

The moment he opened the door, Chen Senran heard a sentence-

"Do you know, Garen, the power of Demacia, died?"

The person who spoke was a bit drunk. He stood among a group of men gushing out of the fighting club, all of whom were drunk, obviously just out of the carnival.

While drinking, this guy shouted loudly and showed off his well-informed knowledge to others.

But before this guy could enjoy other people's surprise eyes and doubts about the surprise.

A fist rushed to him first.

"Bang--" He was directly knocked away by the fist that was almost incredible, and he crashed into the wine table and hit the good wine to the ground, and smashed it to pieces.

All the men who came out of the fight club with him looked at the owner of the fist in anger. Some of them were so angry that they even picked up the bottle in their hands and wanted to start to fuck them.

But when they saw the owner of the fist clearly, everyone subconsciously lowered their heads and even took some breath.

It's like a group of sheep who meets wolves.

But that fist did not look terrible, and the owner of that fist was even more beautiful and charming.

A beautiful woman.

In the fight club, where men are respected, women should not, or simply cannot receive any respect, let alone fear.

But this woman did it.

The reason is that this woman is called Katerina. She has used her pair of unsolidity countless times. It can only be said that she knocked down all the men in the fighting club with beautiful fists with well-proportioned bones.

"Catrina, long time no see." Chen Senran looked at this interesting scene and nodded and smiled at the red-haired beauty with tight leather clothes and wild posture.

Katerina didn't reply immediately, she seemed to be stunned for a moment. She paused for half a minute before slowly turning around and looking at the dusty man standing at the push-open door, shining by the half-leak sunset, holding the girl.

"It's you." Her first sentence was very slow, without the joy of reunion after a long separation.

Instead, he brought some murderous intent that Chen Senran could feel from afar.

"Have you arrived?" The murderous intent seemed a little forced, awakening the little Annie, who was originally sleeping in Chen Senran's arms.

She rubbed her eyes and looked around sleepyly. Her confused and cute look reduced Katerina's murderous intent.

"Yes, I'm home, are you happy?" Chen Senran rubbed the little girl's head and brought the door with her.

He put the little girl in front of the stage and snapped his fingers at Joey, who had been in a dull state because a series of things happened too quickly and for a while.

"Joey, why don't you know me anymore?"

"Ah..." Joey finally reacted and shook his head and said, "No, no, Director Chen, no, Boss Taylor, why are you..."

"Okay, don't you, the old rules, give Miss Anne a glass of milk juice, I want a glass of wheat field watcher." Chen Senran greeted happily, turned around and looked at Katerina who was still staring at him, "No, two glasses."

"Little Sensen..." Little Annie, who had just woken up, pulled the corner of Chen Senran's clothes and said relentlessly, "I don't want to drink milk juice..."

"Be good, be obedient." Chen Senran scratched the little girl's nose and glanced at the group of fighting club members who had been so arrogant that they didn't dare to let out a mouthful.

"Hello everyone, I have something to do today, so I won't hello to everyone, I'll go back first."

"Yes...yes, Boss Taylor." The group of people nodded unanimously, and then pushed the door one after another out of the gray oak tree as if they were avoiding the plague.

Only one poor guy who had not yet gotten up from the pile of wine was left who was knocked down by Katerina.

"Joey, just clean up and forget about compensation. The wine will be delivered in a while." Chen Senran snapped his fingers at Joey again, and watched Katerina tilted her neck and signaled her to sit down and talk.
Chapter completed!