I, Folyago, am the most devoted lover in Runeterra.

The nobles, however, glared back mercilessly.

The courtiers all hesitated and did not move forward, and the palace fell silent for a moment.

Just then, a man slowly stepped out of the ranks. His armor, still tattered and worn, seemed out of place in the neat and magnificent royal palace.

This person is none other than Garen Crownguard.

At this very moment, she became the "scapegoat" for all the criticism she was receiving, being caught in the eye of the storm.

"Your Majesty, let me go."

Garen, with his imposing frame, knelt on the ground, slowly lowering his head to hide his face in shadow.

"No !!!!"

"No way!"

"Anyone can go, except him!"

"........"

Garen's action was like pouring a bucket of cold water into boiling oil.

The nobles were all extremely excited, as if Garen before them was some heinous sinner.

Garen, whose face was hidden in the shadows, made no move in response.

How can a defeated general be entrusted with such a great responsibility?

How can the court officials trust a defeated general?

Amidst the public outrage, Garen was like a small boat adrift on a vast ocean.

"bump!"

"Silence!!!" 397

Suddenly, an angry shout came from the throne, and Jarvan III slammed his fist on the throne, making a loud noise.

He suddenly stood up, his strong body looking down from above, his eyes filled with awe-inspiring anger and majesty.

Jarvan III was furious.

This quickly silenced the assembled officials below.

A look of surprise and fear flashed in everyone's eyes, because Jarvan III hadn't lost his temper like this in a long time.

At that moment, everyone suddenly remembered.

It turns out that the person who was captured was not only a prince of the kingdom, but also the only heir of Jarvan III.

How could Jarvan III not feel anxious and angry?

It's just that, as a king, he has long since hidden the joys and sorrows of ordinary people.

But this does not mean that Jarvan III felt nothing.

Now, on this throne, Jarvan III finally unleashed the fury in his heart.

The old king's angry gaze swept over the eyes of every minister and nobleman, and all who looked at him involuntarily looked away.

Everyone understood the meaning in the old king's eyes, and no one spoke again.

Everything is understood without words, and some things need no further explanation.

"Child, get up."

"Go and reclaim your friends, your lord, and what you have lost."

"I believe you."

Jarvan III slowly approached Garen's side, placed a hand on Garen's shoulder, and softened his tone.

His hand didn't exert any force, yet it made Garen's burly body tremble uncontrollably.

Upon hearing this, Garen slowly raised his face from the shadows.

Tears streamed down the face of this seemingly indestructible man.

"Yes!!"

Garen, fighting back tears, answered heavily.

Garen was met with a trusting smile from Jarvan III.

At that moment, both the old and the young men could see the immense pressure that the other was under.

Through the majestic face and supreme aura of Jarvan III.

What Garen sees at this moment.

She was just a weary old woman, deeply worried because her son was in danger.

Chapter 193, Foygo's Perverse Pleasures

This is a military camp on the eastern front of Noxus.

A burly figure with his head covered was led into the military camp.

Shortly after, a Noxian soldier dressed in black armor removed the black cloth from the man's head.

The man's pupils contracted slightly, a natural reaction after being exposed to sunlight for a long time in darkness.

Garen looked around; it was an extremely simple and tidy military tent.

In the main seat of the military tent, a young man with long, pale hair sat casually, looking at him with indifferent eyes.

Beside the man, a beautiful red-haired woman was being held in his arms, her face flushed with embarrassment.

It was clear that his arrival made this beautiful woman extremely uncomfortable.

"coming?"

Foygo spoke casually, his tone as if he were greeting a neighbor downstairs.

However, he pulled the beauty's delicate body closer into his arms, as if to assert his ownership.

His actions naturally provoked the beauty to react with a mixture of anger and reproach.

Upon seeing this man, Garen's pupils couldn't help but contract slightly.

Even in his dreams, he couldn't forget this terrifying man.

Forcibly suppressing all his emotions, Garen slowly spoke.

"Please release them."

Garen simply nodded, not dwelling on whether Fryegor's tone was reasonable, and calmly said...

Fryego did not dwell on this matter too much.

"Clap!"

He simply smiled slightly, then raised his finger and snapped it.

Before long, soldiers in black armor brought up a man whose hands and feet were bound.

Yes, reality can be ironic at times.

Having captured Jarvan IV himself, Folyago now needs to release him himself.

But Fóyego remained completely unmoved by this.

That's for sure, after all, Feuergo is the "mastermind" behind all this.

..............

Jarvan IV never imagined that his long-lost friend would be reunited in such a setting.

In just a few months, this old friend had changed a lot.

His once youthful face now bears the marks of time and hardship.

The man's somewhat messy long hair and unkempt stubble made him look much older.

Although it was still the same gold and white anti-magic heavy armor, the armor no longer had the same dazzling shine as before.

Even faintly visible on this heavy armor are a few particularly striking scars.

What changed most about him was his pair of eyes, which seemed somewhat deep and complex.

Once upon a time, Jarvan IV could see the young man's passion and unwavering determination simply by looking into those eyes.

Now, Jarvan IV can't see anything at all.

he's changed.

He is no longer the Garen the Crown Guard he once was.

And the same is true for Garen.

People and things have changed; both of them have experienced far too much during this time.

The once spirited and glamorous Jarvan IV is gone.

The current Garen sees in Jarvan IV a sense of composure, prudence, and something deeper.