Join League of Legends?
Fang Zong suddenly had a feeling of déjà vu, as if he had traveled into a game world.
But if I can join League of Legends, can I go back to China?
There are Dongguk people in League of Legends too, they're all living a carefree life in Dongguk!
The three entered the castle together. Fang Zong's steps were steady, Morgana seemed to float, and Catherine didn't say a word the whole way.
Before long, we arrived at a separate meeting room.
It's just a small room, but it's still over 100 square meters. Next to the fireplace are antique wooden tables and chairs with a historical feel, and underneath them is a thick Persian carpet with gold thread patterns.
Fang Zong used the tip of his shoe to pick at it, and sure enough, the gold thread was pure gold.
How extravagant!
Morgana took out a stack of documents, placed them on the table, and put on her glasses, instantly transforming into an intellectual beauty.
As she looked at it, she said, "Fang, your brother submitted your application to join the League of Legends. I happen to be here, so I'll be in charge of the testing. My power and ghost energy have many similarities, which proves that you have enough power to restrain ghosts."
Fang Zong shrugged. It seemed he no longer needed to hide his strength.
Morgana pushed the pen and documents over and explained in detail, "However, there is another requirement. Our League of Legends is the world's number one organization. You know LoL, right? It's popular all over the world. So the conditions for joining are much stricter. According to the system, you must have four or more abilities, and two or more of them must be at the second level or above."
Fang Zong took the pen and smiled: "It seems like mobile games are more popular, right?"
"You mean the game 'Honor of Kings' from the East? The East doesn't call themselves heroes, they call themselves generals, but globally, only League of Legends has endured!"
Morgana sneered, "Just like the desire of ghosts to harm people, we living people have vanity. In the past, when we couldn't be exposed to the light, we used prototypes to create combat games. Now that we can be exposed to the light, we simply treat it as being approachable. Fang, write down your methods and abilities, and we will give you a title based on your strength and create a game character for you."
"Okay, I'll fill it out, but I don't need the game character." Fang Zong looked at the document.
“You don’t get to decide that!” Catherine suddenly said.
Fang Zong glanced over and shook his head.
League of Legends is so powerful!
But being able to go back to China is a good thing no matter how you look at it.
The document contained a series of boxes, with no restrictions on category or word count. Fang Zong thought for a moment and then slowly wrote them down:
The second level of the method: the energy of a living person, which can burn ghosts;
Second level of the method: Savage Charge;
Level 1 Ability: Copper Skin;
The first level of the method: neurosurgical suturing.
"You can't hide your strength!" Morgana said coldly.
"I swear on my honor, absolutely not!" Fang Zong blinked.
Morgana stared intently at Fang Zong. How could such power have generated such terrifying might just now?
She was skeptical, but considering that power also has its own strengths and weaknesses, she nodded and handed Fang Zong a black metal plaque.
It's about the size of a palm and feels quite heavy in your hand.
Ninth Sister exclaimed excitedly, "It's the Iron Saint icon from LoL! Fang Zong, no, Summoner, I love you to death!"
Fang Zong ignored her and casually stuffed the iron plate into his pocket.
Morgana left quickly, and Catherine went to get a cup of black tea—and yes, only one cup!
She drank her tea by herself, and after she finished, she took out a tablet computer, pointed the screen at Fang Zong, and clicked play.
"Fang, by the time you see this video, I will have already returned to China."
Sophia appeared on the screen, lying on a bed with purple gauze curtains. She was still petite and delicate, with a perfect shoulder and neck line.
His face was a little pale, as if he was injured.
She smiled and said, "I know you'll definitely return to the East, and I can't possibly go with you there. Rather than have an awkward meeting, I'd rather return to India first. You know how to contact me; if you're looking for a girl, tell me. If she's not as good as me, I'll cut off your third leg!"
*Snap* The short video ends here.
"That brat!" Fang Zong cursed, his eyes a little red.
What a pity, such a considerate and thoughtful girl. If there's a chance when we return to the East…
Thinking of this, Fang Zong asked, "How did Sophia get injured?"
"It was my uncle who injured me,"
Catherine said coldly, "My own uncle betrayed me. Sophia was injured while helping me quell the rebellion. You should remember that night, it was because my uncle betrayed me that I got so drunk..."
"Where is your uncle?" Fang Zong's eyes flickered.
"He's dead, so you don't need to think about avenging Sofia."
"Oh," Fang Zong said, getting up and leaving.
Why not leave? Are you just going to enjoy the awkwardness?
"Wait a minute!" Catherine suddenly stood up.
Fang Zong had no choice but to turn around and look at Catherine.
I must say, she is a truly captivating and beautiful girl.
Those athletic, straight, long legs that would make your eyes pop, that perky buttocks, and that head of long, wavy hair without a single split end...
"A little vixen who can drain a person dry!" Fang Zong muttered to himself.
"Fang!" Catherine approached aggressively.
She wasn't short; when she looked up, she reached the tip of Fang Zong's nose. Her light green eyes were fixed on Fang Zong when she suddenly asked, "Do you still remember what happened that night?"
"I vaguely remember." Fang Zong rubbed his nose.
"Wait, something's not right!" Fang Zong suddenly realized that if he hadn't intervened, Catherine would have been dragged to a hotel by some thugs while she was still drunk.
So he straightened his chest and said with an upright expression, "That was a misunderstanding!"
"That's right, it was a misunderstanding, so I didn't kill you. It's also a kind of fate."
Catherine said matter-of-factly, "When I woke up that day, I thought about giving you the Embrace, but you were too scum, just an ordinary person, not qualified to marry into the Cain family. Now it's different, you are a hero of the Alliance, and your strength should be much greater than that of an ordinary Iron level, so I can grant you the Embrace."
"No!" Fang Zong refused decisively.
"You won't refuse. You know, marrying into my family would make me an Englishman, more noble than anyone else. Besides, I own eighteen estates and three islands..."
"Wait, what did you say?" Fang Zong asked.
"I have great wealth, which I bestow upon you!"
"No, the previous sentence."
Catherine paused for a moment, then asked in confusion, "More noble than anyone else?"
"No, let's add the previous line!"
"So you're from England?"
"Bingo! That's it! I refuse!"
Fang Zong rolled his eyes, patted Catherine on the shoulder, and turned to leave.
"Dingdang, the summoner's luck is unbelievable! She found a pair of pink lace panties!"
The gloating voice of Ninth Sister entered my mind.
Fang Zong froze, turned his head, and found Catherine staring blankly at his hand.
Catherine's noble demeanor and condescending attitude...
It's been ravaged by the cold wind!
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