章 78: A Moment of Tranquility?
Time passes swiftly. As the sun descends, gradually slipping below the towering, verdant treetops of the oasis, Riven sits upon a large stone by the riverbank outside a small village, her enormous jade-green sword resting quietly beside her.
The fiery hues of the setting sun cast a gentle crimson glow upon her figure, illuminating her eyes, which glimmer like the most exquisite rubies, imbuing the silver-haired woman with a breathtaking beauty.
"I should marry him… I shouldn't marry him… I should marry him… I shouldn't marry him…" murmuring softly, the silver-haired woman plucks a petal from the flower in her hand with each repetition, until finally…
"Um… I won't marry him?"
Staring blankly at the bare flower stem before her, Riven contemplates, then gestures, summoning a flower from the grass by the riverbank. It arcs gracefully through the air before landing in her palm.
Nervously clutching the flower, Riven murmurs, "This doesn't count… let's try again…"
"I should marry him… I shouldn't marry him… I should marry him… I shouldn't marry him…"
…
"Um… I should marry him?"
Before long, the petals are all plucked away.
Gazing at the bare stem, Riven blinks in surprise, shaking her head vigorously, "No, no… this doesn't count…"
With another gesture, another flower flies into her grasp…
However, this time, footsteps begin to sound behind her, the chilling cadence shattering the tranquility of the evening and inadvertently saving the flower from a dismal fate.
Accompanied by an icy aura, a man strides coolly to her side.
Sensing Xiao Mu Yu's presence, Riven's body jolts as if caught in the act, and she hurriedly conceals the flower behind her back.
Turning slightly, she offers a sheepish smile to Xiao Mu Yu, "M-Mr. Mu Yu, good evening."
"…" Casting a dispassionate glance at the thick layer of flower petals scattered atop the large stone, Xiao Mu Yu nods indifferently, acknowledging her, "Ah, good evening."
"Um… did you need something? Is there a matter you wish to discuss?" With her hands still behind her, nervously clutching the flower, Riven awkwardly inquires, unsure whether to discard it or hold on.
Ignoring the silver-haired woman's fidgeting, Xiao Mu Yu coolly replies, "I… wish to discuss the matter from this afternoon."
"Um… the matter from this afternoon? It's… eh?!" Mid-sentence, Riven suddenly realizes what Xiao Mu Yu refers to as "that matter," and she jumps up as if struck by lightning, flailing her arms in a panic, "Um… that… this… uh… didn't you say it was a misunderstanding? Since… since you've said it was a misunderstanding, let's… let's just forget about it… hehehe… let's just forget about it…"
"…" With an indifferent glance at the freshly plucked flower in Riven's right hand, Xiao Mu Yu states coldly, "Ah… that matter was indeed a misunderstanding. At the time, for some reason, what I said differed from what you all heard. Later, although you heard my explanation, just as I finished, you ran off with Teemo, so I actually have a question I didn't have the chance to ask you. This question is quite important."
"Um… hehehe… I see, then please ask your question; I shall answer without reservation," Riven responds awkwardly, noticing Xiao Mu Yu's gaze, her face flushing with embarrassment, unsure whether to discard the flower or continue holding it.
"…" With a cold gaze sweeping the surroundings, seemingly ensuring no one is eavesdropping, Xiao Mu Yu finally asks, "Three years ago, you were here, so your understanding of the Tauren is deeper than mine. Therefore, Miss Riven, could you tell me… are most of the Tauren in their tribe left-handed?"
"Um… left-handed? No, actually, Tauren, like us humans, are predominantly right-handed; although there are some left-handed Tauren, they are quite rare. Mr. Mu Yu, why do you suddenly ask this?" Riven responds, puzzled by his question.
"It's nothing, just… a matter of curiosity," Xiao Mu Yu replies coldly. "Now, there's another matter I need to trouble you with… Miss Riven, when you came here three years ago on a mission, do you remember the general situation of the tribe? If you do, could you share the details with me? To be honest, it's my first time in a Tauren tribe, and I'm quite curious about everything."
Upon hearing Xiao Mu Yu's request, Riven's confidence seems to surge, and she beams, "Three years ago? Of course, I remember! Hahaha… Mr. Mu Yu, I'm not boasting, but I possess an exceptional memory within the entire Third Legion of Noxus! I have great confidence in my memory!"
"Ah, then I shall trouble you…"
…
The moon hangs high in the sky.
When Xiao Mu Yu finds Teemo, the little fellow is fast asleep, clutching a jar of wine he has procured from who knows where.
Watching the diminutive creature, barely a meter tall, snuggled against a wine jar almost as tall as he is on the large bed four meters away, Xiao Mu Yu reaches out and pinches the little one's ear, giving it a gentle tug…
"Ow… that hurts! Let go! Let go! I… I was wrong! I won't dare drink with Veigar and the others again! Ouch!… Ow…" The sharp pain in his rabbit-like ears causes Teemo to panic, writhing as if seized by a demon.
After a flurry of cries and commotion, once the pain subsides, Teemo rubs his eyes and focuses on the figure before him, confusion etched on his face, "Um… oh, it's you? What's the matter? Why are you here at this late hour?"
"…" Casting a cold glance at Teemo, Xiao Mu Yu maintains his usual icy tone, "I wish to ask you a question."
"Hmm? A question?" Groggily turning over, Teemo yawns, "No problem, ask away. We Yordles love to help answer questions, but please refrain from disturbing my sleep at such late hours; it's quite bothersome… Of course, if it's urgent, then it's fine, but just remember not to tug at my ears next time."
"I detest having my ears tugged… except by my wife; no one else can do that… ugh, tugging at ears is the worst… Hey, remember this: I'll let it slide this time, but if you do it again, I won't acknowledge you," the little fellow mumbles, still half-asleep. "Alright, let's get to it; ask your question quickly, then leave. The great Captain Teemo needs to sleep."
"I wish to ask if you… remember the ghosthorn direwolf we hunted; did it have three tails or four?" Xiao Mu Yu inquires coldly.
"Um… the ghosthorn direwolf? Let me think… let me think," Teemo muses for a few seconds before exclaiming, "Ah! I remember! It had four tails! That ghosthorn direwolf was indeed a peculiar beast with four tails!"
"Ha… I suspected something was off about that creature; what kind of beast possesses such a ghastly form? Sinister and with four tails! Clearly, it was not a good creature… I never expected it to be such a menace! Ghosthorn direwolf… what a fitting name."
"Four tails… is it?" Contemplating, Xiao Mu Yu asks coldly, "Are you certain?"
"Of course, I'm certain!" Teemo retorts, rolling his eyes at Xiao Mu Yu's skepticism, crossing his chubby arms defiantly. "Don't underestimate Captain Teemo! The creature's odd appearance was unforgettable; anyone could remember it at a glance, let alone me, with my extraordinary memory! Alright, you've asked your question; now hurry and leave; the great Captain Teemo still needs his beauty sleep."
Impatiently waving his little hand, Teemo yawns, urging the sleep-disrupting figure to depart.
"Then… I shall take my leave," Xiao Mu Yu nods coldly in acknowledgment, turning away, "Goodnight."
"Um… goodnight, goodnight." Waving his chubby little hand at Xiao Mu Yu's departing figure, Captain Teemo's round form flops back down, sinking once more into slumber.
The night deepens, the cool moonlight bathing the tranquil village, casting an eerie beauty upon the rows of towering beast-skin tents.
Draped in a tattered gray cloak, Xiao Mu Yu emerges from Teemo's sleeping quarters, lifting his gaze to the luminous moon in the night sky, allowing the cold light to wash over his face. In the stillness of the night, a chilling voice quietly reverberates…
"Ghosthorn… direwolf? Heh…"
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