Chapter 310 You Are Not Qualified to Be My Teacher

In the land of black fog, the sad and beautiful elegy caressed the twisted woods and desolate ruins. No doubt, it was looking for midnight listeners.

"Pain, ecstasy, tranquility. Every past has its own unique beauty."

On the Shadow Isles, Karsus stood alone on a high ground, holding a book in his left hand and a staff in his right hand, like a soul, with a shabby scholar clinging to him, like a crazy scholar who was still conducting his own research after death.

He uttered an extremely ghostly tune, and the mist at his feet rolled and crawled, like a devout believer worshiping their great Lord.

Souls flew in the book he opened in his left hand, and the faces of the illusory people all showed pain, and they wailed in pain from time to time.

At the peaceful moment, the elegy suddenly stopped singing. Karsus turned his head and looked across the ruins to the east, with a hint of interest on his face:

"Hush, death told me that a guest is coming!"

His low voice was like an order, and the souls in the magic book immediately quieted down and all immersed in the book.

Buzz!!!

Suddenly, a strong soul aura burst out from Karsus' body and pressed towards the east without hesitation.

At the same time, a strong aura that was almost indistinguishable also burst out from the east, and it was in a stalemate with the soul power he exuded.

"Death. Lonely wish, what a wonderful emotion."

Karsus looked in that direction, and a look of surprise appeared on his narrow face.

Soon, in his perception, the visitor quickly shortened the distance between the two sides, and in a moment, he revealed his appearance.

The translucent ghost cloak concealed Seraphine's perfect figure. She took off her hood, then held a book in both hands, her lips curved with a smile, and her eyes wandered over Karsus, as if she was looking at an abstract painting.

She was not alone, and there was a lady half a body behind her, wrapped in spider silk.

The reason why it can be seen that she is a lady is that the spider silk only covers a few important parts.

This is not something worth paying attention to, at least for Karsus, at least his eyes did not stay on Iris for even a second, from beginning to end, his eyes were on Seraphine wrapped in a translucent green cloak.

After a short silence, Karsus withdrew his inquiring eyes, and an undisguised disappointment appeared on his thin face:

"It's a pity that you haven't realized the true beauty of death."

"Why do you say that, Mr. Karsus."

Seraphine maintained her usual elegant and gentle style and asked.

Karsus, when she first met her teacher, the Requiem that the teacher gave her was written by the person in front of her.

Born at the bottom of the Noxian slums hundreds of years ago, Karsus gradually developed a different feeling for death and soul because he had experienced too many separations and deaths and too many sufferings in life.

In order to verify his conjecture and satisfy his desire to "appreciate" death, he first joined the Death Cult, and his job was to collect the bodies of dead Noxians. It was also at that time that he created the first Requiem, which was also the first version that could soothe people's hearts.

That version of the Requiem was circulated in the streets and alleys of Noxus, and even in the Immortal Fortress now. Many people would also recite that Requiem when handling funerals.

But gradually, perhaps because of too much contact with death, Karsus was not satisfied with collecting the bodies of the dead, but wanted to explore the psychology and thoughts of people at the moment of death.

Later, he adapted the Requiem.

The new Requiem not only allows the listener to die in a fantasy, but also allows him to perfectly experience the feelings of the dead in the process.

But this novel experience could only satisfy Karsus temporarily.

In the end, Karsus finally realized that he could not learn more from mortals, and only the dead could answer his questions.

Although the dead souls could not tell him what the afterlife was like, there were some fantasy stories and legends used to scare children, telling about a place where death did not mean the end - Shadow Isles.

The records about Karsus only recorded where he went to Shadow Isles.

Most historians speculated that he died in Shadow Isles, but Seraphine knew very well that he was still alive and well.

She knew it very clearly when she sang the adapted Requiem for the first time.

Karsus could read the meaning in Seraphine's eyes, and he let out a series of gloomy laughs. The book in his left hand began to turn gently:

"When you played that piece for the first time, I realized that there was another person in the world who was similar to me and had unparalleled talent."

"I thought it would take some time before I could see you, but not long ago I felt your gaze towards the Shadow Isles. To be honest, you are disappointing."

"A meaningless body that does not understand the value of death at all, and exudes a strong mortal smell. We are the singers of the soul and the recorders of the past. We are definitely not travelers in the mortal world."

As he spoke, Karsus showed an intoxicated look, as if he was doing something extremely sacred.

He observed Seraphine with a scrutinizing gaze, with a sigh in his tone:

"This time, you are much better than last time, and your whole body exudes the beauty of the soul. I thought you understood, but unfortunately, you still haven't abandoned your mundane skin."

"But it's true. It takes a long time for mortals to change their minds. You are much better than me. At your age, I can only see the appearance of death."

Karsara stretched out his hand to Seraphine and said enthusiastically:

"Come on, child! Let me be your guide and teacher. I will let you enter the most correct path. Enjoy the song of death, child favored by death!"

No mistake, one song, one post, one content, one 6, one book, one bar, one look!

He looked at Seraphine passionately, and became more and more excited as he spoke. His eyes seemed to be looking at a rare treasure.

Seraphine was not moved at all by his gaze.

After all, she and the other party were different.

She raised her head, chuckled and refused:

"Sorry, sir, I have my own teacher."

"No, no, no, mortals will only let your talent be covered in dust, and their lives will eventually be consumed by death. Only I, only I can lead you to the true path of death." Karsus heard the other party's refusal, and his tone seemed a little hurried.

While Karsus was talking, Elise looked at him curiously.

She had been in Noxus for hundreds of years. Although she lived later than Karsus, she had heard of him.

After meeting him today, she understood why he was famous in Noxus.

He exuded the power of a demigod, and his concentration and enthusiasm for death reached the extreme.

But there was one thing she didn't quite understand. Karsus and Seraphine, the two of them, should have completely different life trajectories, but now they were strangely entangled together, and Karsus even had the idea of ​​accepting a disciple.

Seraphine's talent didn't surprise her. She had never seen such a young demigod, and being accepted as a student by His Majesty Ryan was already telling.

Why would someone with such a bright future, not a dark one at all, look for a madman hiding in the shadows?

Seraphine stepped on the stage, a faint smile on her lips, and took two steps forward.

She looked at Karsus with a bit of seriousness and said softly:

"No, Mr. Karsus, you misunderstood me."

"Oh?"

Karsus didn't know what he had misunderstood, but his emotions were completely immersed in the desire and joy of accepting a disciple.

Faced with this almost fanatical look, Seraphine's face did not fluctuate at all, and her tone was calm:

"My meaning is very simple. You, Mr. Karsus, are not qualified to be my teacher. And your way of death is extremely clumsy in my eyes."