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

After Yorick left, Foljego also began to ponder what his next step should be.

After much deliberation, a much larger game slowly unfolded in Foljego's mind.

This time, the players on the other side of the chessboard have changed from Nagakaporos to the Titans and Mordekaiser.

In this game, it will be Foygo who makes the first move.

Before long, several of Foygo's "generals" gathered together.

Seeing that Feuerge was deep in thought.

Kalista, Karthus, Hecarim, Thresh, and Yorick stood in distinct groups, staring at each other in silence, awaiting Fryegger's orders.

"Humph!"

Kalista stared at Hecarim standing opposite her, a cold glint in her eyes. She could never forgive this despicable centaur.

Faced with the aggressive Kalista, Hecarim could only retreat step by step.

With no other option, Hecarim had to back down, knowing he was in the wrong and unable to win.

Karthus kept a respectful distance from Kalista's arrogance and Hecarim's idiocy.

Yorick, due to his quiet nature and his position as "steward," could only stand alone to the side.

Thresh, who originally served as the "strategist," has long been relegated to the sidelines after Fryego exposed his traitorous nature.

Thresh just hasn't realized it yet.

"Now that everyone's here, let's begin."

"Now let's adjust your division of labor and positions."

Foygo glanced at his men, fully aware of their backgrounds and their thoughts.

Before fighting the outside world, you must first make peace with the inside.

Among his men.

My most loyal friends are Kalista and Yorick.

Calsas plays a role similar to that of a partner and subordinate.

Hecarim did so purely out of fear of him.

Thresh is a traitor, there's nothing more to say about that.

Fóyego already had a plan in mind regarding where each of these people should be placed.

Yorick's position remains unchanged; he will continue to serve as Grand Warden of the Shadow Isles.

"Responsible for all miscellaneous tasks."

Foljegos made the first appointment for Yorick, who was the best candidate.

"Kal'thus, effective immediately, relieve him of his post as First Commander of the Shadow Isles."

"Changed to the Supreme Bishop of the Buddha's Dawn Order."

"His position is above that of the archbishop, and he oversees all matters of the order."

Foygo then turned his gaze to Karsas. Although Karsas had some talent as a general, it was more reasonable to make him a charlatan.

"Effective immediately, all military forces of the Shadow Isles shall be incorporated into the Shadow Isles Legion."

"Kalista will serve as the legion commander."

"You are only responsible to me personally!"

As Foygo finished speaking, Kalista remained expressionless, but the soul fire flickering in her eyes revealed that she was quite pleased.

After all, this appointment is essentially a reinstatement for Kalista.

"Humph!"

"Since you've said it so sincerely, I'll reluctantly accept it."

Kalista stood with her arms crossed and her head held high, leaving Foygo somewhat amused and exasperated.

This child is good in every way, except that he's a bit arrogant.

"Hecarim, your position as commander of the Shadow Knights remains unchanged. From now on, you will be under the jurisdiction of Kalista's 330th Division."

As Folgo spoke calmly, the soul fire in Hecarim's eyes began to flicker intensely.

"Your Majesty, I..."

Hecarim was about to say something, but was immediately silenced by a look from Foygo.

He could only stand aside with his head hanging low.

Meanwhile, Kalista's eyes flashed with excitement.

That look seemed to say: Good lad, you've finally fallen into my hands, haven't you?

Finally, Fryegor looked at Thresh with a "sincere" expression in his eyes.

"Thresh, this vast Shadow Isles can't function without a prime minister."

"From this day forward, you are the Chancellor of the Shadow Isles!"

"Responsible for guarding the Shadow Isles!"

Upon hearing Foygo's words, Thresh was clearly taken aback, his green forehead full of surprise.

Does the Shadow Isles need a prime minister?

What's it for?

Judge a case for the dead?

He's also in charge of guarding the Shadow Isles. When have you ever seen a prime minister doing the work of a security guard?

And not a single soldier!

"this........"

Thresh looked troubled. He was still thinking about how to cause some trouble for Fryegor, but now he was stuck with the job of a "gatekeeper" and couldn't go anywhere. How could he play like this?

"Thresh, you need to know."

"You're the person I trust most..."

Foygo spoke earnestly, his eyes filled with expectation and admiration.

"I......."

Thresh was about to say something, but two pairs of cold gazes made him swallow his words.

Kalista's eyes held a cold scrutiny and a deep sense of resentment.

Hecarim, on the other hand, was filled with nothing but cold, icy hatred.

Why is Thresh the person Fryegor trusts the most?

I, Kalista, have shed blood for the Shadow Isles!

I, Hecarim, have been wounded for the Shadow Isles!

We refuse to accept this!!!

Thresh, on the verge of tears...

Well, being a gatekeeper has resulted in offending two legends.

Being a security guard is a tough job...

Chapter Ninety-Three: The Dust Settles, the Empress is Coroned

Tonight is a night of celebration for Bilgewater.

At the port, people who were once enemies now hold hands and drink together in celebration.

These people included sea monster hunters, smugglers, artisans, and dock gang members.

These people come from different industries and have different backgrounds.

But from now on, they will only have one identity: Bilgewater.

In Bilgewater, the best way to get rid of fear and sorrow is to drink and revel all night long.

Between laughter and tears, perhaps is the best way to remember the dead.

After tonight's revelry, as the sun rises tomorrow, Bilgewater will have a bright future.

........

Harker Estate.

Inside the tallest building in Bilgewater, Sarah sat at a table, staring blankly at the laughing crowd below.

For a moment, Sarah felt a little confused.

Everything from the past seems as unreal as a dream.

Sarah was momentarily stunned as she imagined all these fantastical experiences.