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

Upon seeing this, Yone's pupils contracted; he too recognized the swordsmanship used by the other party!

Then, a gentle breeze swept by.

It seems that nothing has changed.

The dojo disciples who had been sprawled on the ground got up one by one, looking at each other with wide eyes.

They are unaware of what has happened.

Wasn't that terrifying man opposite him going to "draw a sword"?

Why hasn't anything happened for so long?

At that moment, Foygo reached out his hand to Sindra, his eyes fixed on the cloth bag at the girl's waist.

Syndra understood immediately and took off the money pouch from her waist and handed it to Feuergo.

At the same time, a sense of confusion flashed through the girl's mind. She looked at Foygo with bewilderment, wondering why he would do such a thing.

As a result, Fóyègo threw the bag full of gold coins on the ground.

"Let's go."

He smiled and spoke to Syndra, then slowly walked away with the girl.

The money bag fell to the ground.

suddenly,

"Pfft!!!"

　８:"5"0;2:,"9;""6,5.,!0'1　原本还呆立在原地的永恩，身上的血光冲天而起。

"Boom..."

At the same time, the buildings in the courtyard also collapsed with a loud crash.

All that remained was a neat cut and half a house.

"Brother!"

The disciples, their eyes blazing with fury, rushed forward to check on Yongen's condition.

After some investigation, the disciples breathed a sigh of relief. Although the breath was weak, there was still hope for saving him.

"Quickly, quickly send it to Lord Sora!"

The disciples quickly carried Yongen, who was now covered in blood, and ran towards the door.

Chapter 224, Call Me Master

Under the setting sun, a white-haired young man and a young woman walked side by side on a rugged path.

Neither of them spoke, but it was clear that...

At this moment, the girl's mind was filled with many questions.

At that moment, Syndra felt that the man in front of her was full of mystery.

His every move was something she couldn't understand the deeper meaning behind.

Since we are not from the same world, why should this man care about the thoughts of these mortals?

It's like how people don't care about the thoughts of ants.

With the terrifying strength of this man, he could easily annihilate everything in front of him with a wave of his hand.

Then why leave money behind to accompany the people in the sword-making hall and do all this meaningless stuff?

Since we're already enemies, wouldn't it be better to kill them all?

Syndra was plunged into a deep state of confusion.

Suddenly, Foygo stopped and turned to face the girl.

You must be very curious.

Why did I do that?

Foygo asked softly, which perfectly captured the girl's doubts at that moment.

"yes........."

Syndra nodded slightly, her eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

"At this moment, we are above all living beings."

"But we must not forget that we were once just one of these ordinary people."

"We come from mortals, and even if we become beings who transcend mortals."

"It is also necessary to abide by certain 'rules'."

Folgo explained casually, and his use of the term "rules" only made Syndra more confused.

"Sometimes killing and the most direct methods cannot solve problems reasonably."

"You need to know, Syndra."

"Mortals can sometimes possess immense power."

"What we need to do is not to confront this force, but to think about how to make reasonable use of it."

A glint flashed in Foygo's eyes, and his tone made Syndra feel somewhat unfamiliar.

"But I don't understand..."

Syndra shook her head honestly; at this moment, she was far from understanding everything that Foygo was saying.

"It's normal not to understand."

"Because you still need to learn."

Foygo smiled again, and naturally reached out a hand to gently stroke Syndra's head.

The girl's hair was extremely soft, and the feel of it made Foygo feel reluctant to put it down.

Folgo's sudden head pat made Syndra blush slightly.

But this time, the girl did not refuse; instead, she quietly felt the warm hand on her head.

"Now, then."

"Syndra, would you like to become my apprentice?"

Foygo slowly withdrew his hand, his expression gradually becoming serious.

After much deliberation, Folyad concluded that the master-disciple relationship was the most reasonable one for him and Syndra to coexist.

Syndra took a deep breath, and perhaps due to excessive nervousness, the blush on her originally fair face spread all the way to her ears.

"I...I do."

The girl's voice was faint, but it still reached Foygo's ears.

Seeing this, Fóyego gave a knowing smile.

He looked at the girl with expectant eyes, as if waiting for something.

Upon seeing this, a hint of shyness flashed in Syndra's eyes.

He also understood what Fryego was expecting.

"Master, Master..."

The girl let out a weak cry, then quickly lowered her head.

"Hmm, calling me Master feels a bit too rigid. Let's change the way we address each other."

Foygo stroked his chin, speaking as he pondered.

"Just call me 'Master'."

After some thought, Foygo decided on what the girl would call him from now on.

"Yes, Master."

Syndra responded, her slightly panicked expression making Foygo find her utterly adorable.

The setting sun cast long shadows of the two men, their shadows intertwined, seemingly foreshadowing their intertwined fates in the future.

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

It has been more than a month since the Imperial army led by Duguel landed in the province of Galin in Ionia.

At this moment, under Dukur's inhumane policy of massacre, the remaining people of Galin Province were driven to the northernmost part of the province.

Under immense pressure, the people of Galin province knew that once the Noxians caught up with them, only cannonballs and knives awaited them.

On the other side of the Galin province, across a bay, lies the Ionian province of Ziyun.

Now, hundreds of thousands of refugees are crowding the northernmost coast of Galin province, seeking an opportunity to flee to Chi Van province.

The beach was now crowded with all sorts of people.

But a strange thing happened: no matter how crowded the beach was, people were unwilling to go into a temple on the nearby coast.