League of Legends: Chasing Beauty Song

The result of the natural game was that Rorschach lost, and the task of cleaning the kitchen was handed over to Rorschach. The children went to read in the morning, and Rorschach packed the dishes to the kitchen and started washing them.

Seraphini still followed and leaned against the kitchen door to watch Rorschach busy. She did not see any impatience or displeasure on this person's face, as if he enjoyed the process.

"Hey, do you like cooking?" Seraphine couldn't help asking.

"Yes, I like it very much, but sometimes I am lazy and don't want to do it," Rorschach answered without turning his head.

"It's strange, there are very few boys who like to cook," Seraphine frowned.

"You only know a few of them," Rorschach looked back at the big star and curled his lips.

Seraphini was somewhat used to Rorschach's attitude towards her. She rolled her eyes and continued to ask, "Have you really only been in Zaun for less than ten days?"

"Yes, only nine days," Rorschach nodded.

"Then why do you do these things?" Seraphine was very curious about this question.

"What do you mean?" Rorschach was puzzled.

"By building such a shelter, 663 took in so many people and cured many people of the aftereffects of the glimmer," Seraphine heard the most these two days that Rorschach cured those who were tortured by the aftereffects of the glimmer. Those people were grateful to this guy in front of them from the bottom of their hearts, and even worshiped this guy as a god.

"Because I'm bored," Rorschach said casually.

"Can't you just talk to me nicely?" Seraphine was angry again, and a little aggrieved. She said, "You talk to others seriously. Even if those children ask some silly questions, you answer them seriously. Why are you just perfunctory with me?"

Rorschach stopped his work, turned around and looked at Seraphine with tears in her eyes, and said seriously, "Then wait a moment, I will talk to you after I'm done!"

"Okay!" Seraphine nodded and left the kitchen.

Rorschach cleaned up the kitchen quickly and finished it soon. After washing his hands, he came to the garden and saw Seraphine sitting in the corridor and looking at the children reading in a daze.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see something," Rorschach came to Seraphine and said.

Seraphine nodded, stood up and followed Rorschach to open the door of the broken church.

The two walked slowly along the dim path in Zaun. The damage brought to Zaun by the development of Piltover was deeply rooted, so there was pollution everywhere.

Seraphine frowned, because the smell was not pleasant.

"I heard that your parents are from Zaun, and you were born here, and then your family went to Piltover," Rorschach spoke first.

"Yes, but I went to Piltover when I was very young," Seraphine nodded.

"Coming back here again, what do you think of this place? Would you rather live here or in Piltover?" Rorschach asked.

"It's better to live in Piltover. It's clean, tidy, and you can enjoy the sunshine," Seraphine answered without hesitation.

"Then do you know what people who live here think?" Rorschach asked himself and answered: "They also want to live in Piltover."

This sentence made Seraphine not know how to respond. It was true. Everyone liked to live in Piltover. Zaun was not suitable for people to live in.

"But they can't. They can't go to Piltover. Piltover can't accommodate so many people," Luo Xia said slowly. "The development of Piltover is based on destroying Zaun's living environment. Those alchemical wastes, industrial wastes, and domestic wastes will be concentrated in Zaun. The people of Zaun can only do waste disposal to exchange for a little meager income to make a living."

"The life of the lower-class people in Zaun is very difficult, which can be regarded as the most difficult in the Valoran continent. For example, the lower-class professional Zaun workers have a poor working and living environment and a short average life expectancy, which leads to the death of both parents at an early age and orphans. Orphans have to find places where they can use their young bodies as an advantage, begging, pickpocketing, or working hard to earn a meager reward."

"Such a vicious cycle. For example, in the high-risk alchemical labor, whenever the pipeline in Zaun is blocked by highly toxic sludge, the alchemical laborers will be killed. They would use their festering long sticks to clear the blockage. Armored face shields are essential items, because there are many blind and burned alchemists lying in every orphanage. "

"The most helpless thing for the lower class is that there are special mercenary police, employed by powerful alchemist barons, to prevent the lower class from picking up anything or hiding valuables. In this way, the serious class solidification can be imagined. The mercenary police are ordered to supervise the stilt-walking ditch scavengers and factory workers. The duty of the mercenary police is to prevent these unfortunate people from hiding any valuables. "

"Here, the ground and the underground are two worlds, and the division is extremely serious. The residents of Piltover can't imagine a better life. And the residents of Zaun are eager for a better life." (To read the violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Every sentence of Rorschach's words made Seraphine unable to refute, answer, and imagine.

"If they can..." Seraphine said half a sentence and stopped talking.

"There is no if. There are not many people like your parents who can live in Piltover with their skills," Rorschach shook his head and said somewhat dejectedly, "But people do not have the right to choose where they are born!"

"But even if they live in such an environment, many people in Zaun are working hard and living optimistically," Rorschach's words touched something in Seraphine's heart. When she came here, she listened to the voices of those souls with her heart. Although there were indeed some discords, many people were indeed working hard and living positively, without any signs of decadence.

"This is why I do these things. I am very moved by their persistence and progress. I want to do something within my power to help them live a better life. That's all!" Rorschach then stated his purpose. []

When such a response fell into her ears, Seraphine's footsteps froze involuntarily, and she began to look at the surrounding scenery with unprecedented concentration. In front of her, a strong man wearing heavy protective clothing, although covered with traces of filth, could not hide his smiling face, and greeted the pedestrians resting on the roadside kindly. In a flash, her eyes flowed to the small shop on the corner, where the female owner gently threw a sausage to comfort the stray dog ​​in front of the door, which was waiting with its tail up and eyes full of expectation. A warm scene was inadvertently staged.

Then, two young figures came into view. The children held old parts in their hands, laughed and chased each other, and their innocent laughter washed their hearts like a clear spring. These ordinary but moving scenes, like streams converging into a river, washed away Seraphine's established cognitive boundaries of Piltover.

All this seemed to play a different symphony of souls deep in her heart. The sound was subtle at first, then gradually grew stronger, and finally turned into a huge bell, echoing in her thoughts. It was a warm melody that transcended steel and technology, and the brilliance of humanity singing in every corner of this city...