Kassadin's emotions suddenly became excited, "You...you are Li Lin?!"
His Piltoverian accent was thick, and some words were not pronounced standardly, but overall it was fluent and understandable.
Li Lin nodded. "Judging from your accent, you must be from Shurima, right? Are you here on business?"
Kassadin smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Business? Ever since my wife and daughter died in the disaster that struck our homeland a few years ago, I haven't helped the caravan in years..."
He paused for a moment, raised his head and took another sip of the liquor, his expression returning to normal, "Forget it, let's not talk about this, I even forgot to introduce myself.
"My companions and outsiders all call me Kassadin... As for my real name, I've forgotten it myself. You can just call me Kassadin."
Cass-se-a-deen.
This is a sentence that breaks down the Shuriman pronunciation of Kassadin's name, meaning "Who does the desert recognize?"
This is actually a reversed statement, and its real meaning should be "who is familiar with the terrain of the desert."
The Shurima language spoken by caravans or explorers from other places who travel to Shurima is always unclear, and Kassadin's name is very famous at the Beljund Wharf in Shurima.
Therefore, this sentence became Kassadin's current name when spoken by people from other places, and he himself was happy to accept it.
This is a recognition of his work.
As for the purpose of his coming to Zaun, if nothing unexpected happens, it is most likely because he heard the rumors about the Void Prophet Malzahar and wanted to collect equipment to fight the Void.
After all, his wife and daughter "died" because of the void.
Li Lin quickly and roughly reviewed Kassadin's background in his mind.
At this time, Caitlin also came over with her own herbal tea and pulled a chair to sit next to Li Lin.
"This is Caitlyn." Li Lin gave Kassadin a brief introduction.
Kassadin nodded and greeted Caitlyn.
Then, he turned his gaze back to Li Lin and said in a pleading tone, "Mr. Li Lin, may I ask you to make a suit of armor for me?"
"Like what happened to me?" Li Lin raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Kassadin to be so direct.
Noticing Li Lin's expression, Kassadin felt hopeful and quickly added, "Money isn't a problem! Although I've been down and out for several years, many caravans owe me favors. I can raise the funds!"
"It's not about money." Li Lin shook his head slightly, thought for a moment and then continued: "Can you tell me the reason? What do you want to use this armor for?"
He knew Kassadin's background, but this was only an advantage of knowing the plot in advance, which could be used to avoid certain risks to a certain extent.
It's not used to create an image of oneself as a "prophet" to show off...
This will only arouse the other party's suspicion.
Hearing Li Lin's question, a hint of melancholy flashed in Kassadin's eyes, and he picked up the glass and drank the remaining liquor.
"Another one!"
When Fandel came over with the bottle and filled it up for him, he drank half a glass and his dark face began to turn red.
"You'd better stop drinking so heavily," Caitlin advised. "Looking at your current mental state, if you continue drinking like this, you're bound to have health problems."
Kassadin chuckled and sighed, "Your tone is just like when my daughter was still alive and asked me not to drink..."
Have you ever considered that your daughter is not actually dead?
Li Lin couldn't help but sigh when he thought about the background that Kassadin never met Kaisa until she grew up.
Caitlin didn't know about this. After hearing what Kassadin said, she pursed her lips slightly with a complicated expression, lowered her eyes, and didn't say anything else.
"As for the armor issue, where should I even begin..."
Kassadin thought about it and decided to start from three years ago when he heard that his hometown was swallowed by the void.
That day, he and his caravan companions had just returned from Piltover and were replenishing their water supply at an oasis.
When a group of survivors happened to pass by and told him that the rocky valley in the south was swallowed up by a purple magic light like hell, he traveled day and night to return to his hometown which had become a ruin.
On the ruins of his own home, Kassadin completely broke down.
He lay on the gravel and quicksand, waiting for his life to pass away, but was dragged back to the nearest town, Zerima, by his caravan companions who arrived later.
For the next three years, Kassadin lived in a daze, drowning his sorrows in alcohol and becoming a homeless vagrant...
Until he heard the rumor in the town that the "Prophet" Malzahar passed through his hometown.
Void.
A legend from the distant past of Shurima, a terrifying existence that even the warriors of the gods must fight with all their might and blood.
After consulting various sources and making inquiries, Kassadin was almost certain that Malzahar was responsible for the destruction of his hometown and the deaths of his wife and daughter...
Therefore, he vowed to avenge his wife and daughter, and destroy the "Void Prophet" who was an accomplice to the evil, as well as the source of darkness from which he gained power.
However, using a human body to fight against a guy who has obtained the power of the void is obviously an act of giving away one's life.
Kassadin is well aware of this, so he decides to arm himself, with protection being the top priority.
Shurima obviously does not have such craftsmanship, and only the unique designs of Piltover and Zaun can meet his needs.
This is also one of the main reasons why he came to Zaun.
After hearing this, Caitlin's eyes were slightly red as she was touched by Kassadin's experience.
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