lol: Bind Syndra at the start

Whether it was Asa Konde whom he met on the ridge of the field, or Shava Konde today, he always had an unspeakable feeling for this strange little girl.

This emotion was expressed in their actions without any concealment.

It is obvious that Ryan is the painter of Goucha Temple and a guest of Yufeng Sword Sect.

But they invisibly placed their focus on the uneasy little girl at the back.

Ryan was also observing Riven's reaction.

The latter's helplessness clearly concealed some more special emotions.

Without her realizing it, the package containing the fragments that she had been holding had already been put aside.

The bond in the background story seems to continue in this timeline.

Ryan looked away, a smile playing on his lips.

Whether from the perspective of helping Raven or advancing the plot, this is a good phenomenon.

I can't stay here forever, and Raven's personality can't follow me around the world and return to the places she once tired of.

The best ending is to add some beautification to the original ending.

He is responsible for healing Raven's inner trauma, while the Condes are responsible for giving Raven a home.

After asking a bunch of tedious questions, Shava Konde seemed to realize his own rudeness.

The old woman quickly moved away from Riven and said to Ryan, who was sitting next to her:

"Asa may be old, but he's still very agile. He'll probably be back soon. Would you like a glass of water?"

Whether because of his identity as a painter from Goucha Temple or because he wanted to paint a portrait of Elder Suma, as a villager here, she needed to entertain Ryan well.

The further you get from the village, the more important the etiquette and rules are.

After all, in an era where the rule of law is beyond reach, it is these etiquette and rules that constitute the most primitive social rules.

"Don't bother." Ryan shook his head. "You'd better sit down."

"How about that?"

The old woman stubbornly poured two glasses of water and handed one to Riven first, then placed the other on the newly grown wooden stake in front of Ryan. "Elder Suma died so tragically, he was killed by his own apprentice..."

The words were not finished, but from the old woman's behavior, it can be seen that, at least at this time, everyone thought that Yasuo was the murderer.

Ryan tilted his head and secretly looked at Riven's expression.

The latter seemed to have no reaction to this, and remained silent with his chin hanging, as if constantly reminding himself in his heart that he was a Noxian and could not be corrupted by the warmth of Ionia.

In the original novel, Riven's memory was restored when she was interrogated in the conference hall. Now it seems that the time may be too short, or the external stimulation may not be enough.

But these do not affect Ryan's arrangements.

Raven has recovered his memory, which just exposes the cause of the disease and can be treated directly.

Since Raven hasn't recovered her memory, I'll try to influence her subtly.

He looked at the old woman, wanting to test the locals' opinions, and asked, "Just based on the traces of Gale Sword Technique at the scene, everyone has identified the murderer?"

Chapter 31 Old Man

Ionia is a complex conglomerate.

They appear connected yet disconnected from each other.

In addition to making the development, customs, and culture of each place very different, this pattern also makes many things that should be simple become extremely complicated.

It's like taking a straight line and winding it into a ball.

You think you have found the end of the thread, but in fact, finding the end of the thread is just the beginning.

Combining the background setting of the game and what he had learned from Hui over the past two years, Ryan had a basic understanding of the rule of law in Ionia.

It's one of those situations where there is rule of law, but not much of it.

They still adhere to a more primitive set of rules, and both supervision and trial are carried out in a rough and crude manner.

The phenomenon of "gossip can melt gold" is very common here.

"Yes, isn't this irrefutable proof?" the old woman said in a louder voice. "Who doesn't know that besides Elder Su Ma, only one person knows the Gale Sword Technique? Even Yong En couldn't learn it..."

"Besides, Yasuo is clearly a guard, why would he run out to join in the fun? If he were with Elder Suma, how could anything happen to him? Even if he wasn't the murderer, he still bears the heavy responsibility!"

"What do the Council Hall and the Court of Inquiry say?" Ryan asked selectively.

The council hall is usually composed of several villages and is an institution used to resolve neighborhood conflicts.

The court is affiliated with the parliament hall and is responsible for trials and arrests.

These two types of institutions do not exist in many places. For example, the mill town does not have such a complete system.

But relying on the existence of the Yufeng Sword Sect, there are enough people here to build such a system.

From the background story, we can see that this place even has its own cavalry team.

"The judges in the council hall didn't convict him directly, but they listed Yasuo as a suspect." The old woman said, puffing out her chest.

"So where is Yasuo now?"

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief.

In the background story, the judge is a bit stereotyped and ruthless.

But they do follow procedural justice.

This kind of justice may seem 'inefficient', but it represents a bottom line.

Because for most ordinary people, so-called freedom is like candy wrapped in poppy.

Although this may not sound pleasant, it is indeed the truth recorded in history.

Look at Bilgewater, there's freedom.

Be free enough to allow others to take your life and trample on your dignity at will.

"Who knows!" The old woman was a little angry, but then she became confident again, "Yone has already set out to capture Yasuo. With him in charge of this matter, the murderer will definitely be brought to justice soon!"

From what she said, the old woman was undoubtedly certain that Yasuo was the murderer.

The fact that even an old country woman is so sure of this means that this judgment has long become the common understanding of most people.

so......

We have to hurry.

The public outcry is undoubtedly a great psychological pressure on Yasuo.

When reading the original novel, Ryan wondered countless times why Yasuo accidentally killed those who captured him.

And now that the plot has become reality, he can sense the pressure Yasuo is facing from the old woman's tone.

Under tremendous pressure, behavioral imbalance will undoubtedly occur.

Ryan was thinking about what was going to happen next while listening to the old woman chattering in his ear.

It seems that all old people have a habit of telling others about their past.

From her youth as a village beauty, she slowly talked about how many sons she had;

It starts with the sons' first steps and then slowly talks about their growth into adulthood.

Their grown sons were supposed to take over as guardians of the fields, but the uninvited Noxians ended their young lives.

The old couple, without their son, can only guard this old field, and the only companion they have is a yellow ox that is as old as they are...

They don’t know whether this old ox can see the auspicious snow next year.

They also don’t know whether they can enjoy the spring breeze next year.

All they can grasp is the present.

While I can still move, I will try to make the fields more fertile and the crops grow faster...

Although my own children can't eat it, there are still other people's children.

If they plant more, other children in the village will have more to eat and be stronger.

They feel satisfied just watching the children grow up.

In just a dozen minutes, the life story of an ordinary person is told.

Even shorter than the tavern guy's wandering career.

After all, there are so many daily and ordinary things that the old woman thinks there is no need to elaborate on them.

The old woman held the teacup in one hand and sipped the tea in small sips to savor its flavor.

When she put down the teacup, she subtly wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes with her other hand.

Memories are like tea, the older they are, the bitterer they become.

Ryan was about to say something to comfort her.

But the old woman suddenly smiled at him.

There seemed to be a familiar glow hidden in the simple smile.

It reminded Ryan of his elders.

These elderly people who have experienced the changes of the times and walked from one century to another may be ordinary or mediocre.

Perhaps they are blinded by information asymmetry, or perhaps they appear stubborn because of outdated ideas.

But their experiences and the time they have spent have given them an open-mindedness that young people cannot reach.

They do not enjoy suffering, nor do they glorify pain.

But they know that every era has its own suffering.

If they eat more, the younger generations will eat less.

As for whether it will hurt if you eat those bitter things?

Compared to the resentment of young people, their perception of pain seems to be more dull.

The old woman's story reminded Ryan of his grandfather.

He is an old policeman, and times were different back then.

It's very chaotic, the police need to go up the mountain to fight the bandits, and the bandits have guns.

To solve a case, you have to check house by house and look for clues inch by inch.

Later he was injured and half of the left side of his head was sunken. He retired early due to his second-level disability.

I would become demented from time to time, not knowing where my home was or why I went out.

But when Ryan asked him, a graduate of the police academy in the 60s, whether he regretted becoming what he is now, seeing that his former classmates, at worst, became directors and at best, could enter provincial departments, his answer was to touch Ryan's head:

You've grown taller again.

Some people cannot understand even a little bit no matter how much they hear.

Some people have never listened to reason, but have already sorted out their lives.

Ryan also laughed along with the old woman.

He was indeed overthinking it.

Why would the old woman in front of him need a young boy like him to comfort her?

Life will never give you answers, because life is the answer.

Riven quietly raised her eyes and glanced back and forth between Ryan and the old woman.

She didn't know why the two people suddenly laughed, but for some reason, along with the two laughs, even the invisible thorns in the air seemed to soften a little.

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Brothers, if there are still elderly people at home, please go and see them more often.

Chapter 32 The Nature of the World

Old man Asa returned home at a very opportune time.

After opening the door, he was stunned for a moment.

An atmosphere that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him appeared in his home after a long absence.