lol: Bind Syndra at the start

And we know that this is just the beginning of the carnival. Since ancient times... or since the existence of "power" and "civilization", victory in foreign wars has been able to greatly enhance people's recognition of their own country and their inner pride.

Especially when the enemy is strong and we are weak, this kind of victory is worth a million words of earnest advice in normal times.

The Zaun people and the Piltover people, who looked down on each other just a second ago, gradually showed a trend of "integration" in this carnival that shocked the two city-states.

This is the general trend, and it is also secretly fueled by Sevika and Mel.

Only a few know that in the war that brought glory to Zaun and Piltover, the people of the two city-states actually only did cleanup work.

But the truth is not important in many cases. Their purpose in this matter is not to lead the people of Piltover and Zaun to defeat Noxus, but to make them think that they have defeated Noxus.

With this "golden signboard" as a cover, many things are easier to carry out than imagined.

In Piltover, Mel visited the mansions of different nobles. Whether they were rebellious or weak, their reactions were the same after learning that the mercenaries she and Jayce recruited had joined forces with the Zaun people to defeat the Noxians.

They didn't know what happened, but they knew the Noxians were indeed defeated, and that Mel and Jace's men did clean up the mess in the end.

Whether their people defeated the Noxians or the people behind them defeated the Noxians... the result made no difference to these Piltover nobles.

Even whether Mel and Jace won or the Noxians won, it didn't make much difference to them.

Older people are more conservative and think this is actually a better outcome;

The young people yearn for the sky, and they regret the failure of the Noxians...

But whether old or young, their shared weakness made them choose obedience.

Once the 'superstructure' is resolved, it will be easier to reverse the consciousness of the lower classes.

This problem was easier to solve in Zaun, and Sevika found the remaining alchemy barons.

She did not choose to persuade them like Mel did, but instead asked Isa, who was following her, to throw the tree traitor directly.

A gloomy wind blew through the dark alleys of Zaun, extinguishing the little thoughts of every alchemist baron.

After the violent suppression was over, she left the rest of the work, or rather the things that were in the spotlight, to Jinx.

Mrs. Piltover prefers to analyze the situations and policies herself, and then decide what to choose.

But the people of Zaun are different. They hope to have a strong leader to tell them what will happen in the future and where they will go.

Sevika is not suitable for this job because she cannot inspire the people of Zaun to yearn for beauty.

But Jinx is different. This eccentric girl has already done all these silently.

A Jinx-style airship flew over Zaun, which was no longer in the haze. The girl, regarded as a hero of Zaun, stood on the airship, receiving cheers and admiration from everyone in Zaun.

Jinx had intended to invite Issa to join her in the jubilation, but Issa, who until recently considered Jinx her "hero," now had other ambitions.

She looked up at the airship passing by, then lowered her head to look at the tree thief she was holding in her palm, "You're right, the one standing in the dark is the hero."

On the other side, Fandel, who had turned into a werewolf, stood in a hidden place, with the red-haired Wei beside him.

"Lost?" Vander asked.

"There's nothing to lose. I made a choice, and now it's proven I made the wrong one." Wei lowered her head, a sigh and dejection now etched on her once sharp face. "Losers must accept defeat. At least I'm much luckier than those who have already died."

Fandel was silent for a moment, no matter what Vi did.

But in his mind, she is still his daughter. However, at this moment he can only put his hand gently on Wei's shoulder to comfort her.

In a more secluded corner location.

There was also a father and daughter standing there.

Singed was pushing a pink wheelchair, and Orianna, who had just recovered from a serious illness but still looked pale, was sitting in the wheelchair.

"Can we get a little closer, Father?"

Ariana loves the fun.

"No, you haven't fully recovered yet," Singed said softly. "When you're better, Daddy will take you to explore all of Zaun."

"Really?" Orianna's eyes sparkled.

"Yes, Zaun is different now." Singed took a deep breath. The long-lost normal air actually made him feel a little moved.

"Is it because of Brother Ryan?" Orianna listened to her father tell many things about Ryan.

"Yes, he gave us a second life!"

Singed always remembered Lion's help.

It was Ryan who pulled him and his daughter back from the abyss.

"So what is Brother Ryan doing now?" Orianna asked innocently.

"He should be helping others..."

......

......

"You want me to stop researching hextech and design this instead?"

In the laboratory of Piltover University, Jayce, dressed as a scientist, frowned as he looked at the scribbled drawings drawn by Ryan.

"Yes, that's it. It's a visual board. We use hex crystals as energy and magic to create images so that everyone can see the images we create."

If you want to maintain the 'heat', you need to maintain the exposure.

In the past, most gods of faith played the "high and mighty" approach, making humans crawl at their feet and pray for mercy and protection.

But Ryan felt that this approach was too passive, and what he was preparing to build now was the future.

"It's possible, but I need time."

"Then you should hurry up..."

Ryan waved to Jace and turned to look for another person.

While most people were busy celebrating, he was the only one working diligently.

This might be a 'punishment' for his absence from the war, but Ryan didn't mind the occasional busyness.

He came out of Piltover University and went straight to Vladimir's manor.

'Television' is the means of maintenance in the future, and the emergence of this new situation will take time for people to adapt.

And now he needs to spread Janna's message quickly in a way that the natives can accept more easily, such as... painting.

Ryan came to the studio on the second floor.

He knocked on the door.

But two women's voices were heard from inside.

“It’s a bit crowded here.”

"It's okay, just squeeze in. Men like this."

Chapter 407: Janna’s ultimate skin?

Ryan's raised hand froze in mid-air, and then he put it back silently.

He could roughly tell who the voices here were.

Those who say it’s too crowded are most likely stupid beauties;

The one who squeezed in easily was Maura, the beautiful painter who had been with Vladimir for a long time.

As for Syndra...

After the busy and tiring last night, I am currently resting.

For Ryan, this is an achievement that he cannot tell outsiders.

After all, this was the first time since he came into contact with Syndra that after finishing something, it was not he who rested, but Syndra who rested.

But Ryan knew that he should not be proud of his lucky victory, because Sindra had just experienced a war.

While she may not have exerted much strength against the Noxians, she had expended considerable energy trying to help Janna.

Moreover, this energy consumption is not for increasing the power, but for weakening the power to prevent the darkness from directly "devouring" the weak Janna.

Ryan knew very well how difficult it was to control his strength.

In order to reduce the "damage to the environment" in Ionia, he maintained the habit of fighting with restraint for a long time.

In those battles, the act of retracting his strength made him more physically and mentally exhausted than hitting others.

The darkness controlled by Syndra was countless times larger than when she was a teenager on the beach. The fact that she was able to persist without affecting Janna without any experience was enough to prove the strength of her will.

Ryan himself took a trip through the time tunnel, which in a sense improved the level of his soul.

The mysterious existence of the soul is closely related to spirit, will, and thought. If your experience and thoughts are improved, your soul will naturally be improved as well.

As one side gains strength while the other loses strength, this victory seems somewhat unfair.

But when it comes to what happens in bed, there's no question of whether it's physical or not. The most important thing is that both you and the other person feel comfortable.

Ryan gathered his wandering thoughts because he heard the movement in the studio, which disappeared with his arrival.

Apparently the two people inside noticed him standing outside.

After a while, the door of the studio opened automatically from the inside.

Maura half-pegged her body out and was not surprised to see Ryan. "You're just in time."

"Just right?"

Ryan didn't know what this 'just right' meant.

But at Maura's invitation, he still walked into the studio.

The studio was filled with the smell of paint, ink, drawing paper, and... a faint fragrance.

Several drawing boards were placed in the corner of the studio, and a machine was placed where the drawing boards should be.

It looked a bit like the 'sewing machine' Ryan had seen when he was a child, but there was a glowing Hextech crystal at the bottom - it turned out to be a magical sewing machine modified by Hextech!

A large pile of fabrics of various colors was stacked next to the sewing machine, and many semi-finished products were casually thrown on the table next to it.

So...I was right when I heard it at the door.

The two women here are not only trying on clothes, but also trying on clothes they have sewn themselves.

And it's not even some serious clothing...

Ryan stared at the clothes without looking away.

It wasn't that he was "lowering his head" at this time, it was just that the styles of these clothes looked familiar.

For example, this piece of fabric is so minimal, yet it has lace decorations in just the right places... This piece of white fabric, I seemed to have seen it on Sindra's body and legs last night.

"Look familiar?" Maura noticed Ryan's gaze.

She has been with Vladimir for many, many years, so long that according to ordinary people's seniority, she can be Ryan's great-great-great-grandmother.

So much so that when she faced Ryan, she really didn't feel like she was facing a "strong man". Instead, it felt like she was getting along with a promising junior.

This may also be because Ryan himself is not arrogant, and she also knows the reason why she has a close relationship with Ryan.

As for what happens in bed, for older people, there are no secrets or curiosities. If they really want to talk about it, there is no such thing as "this cannot be said, that is difficult to say".

Just like in the past life, when some female cleaning ladies were working in the public toilets in shopping malls, there would always be some young boys who habitually wanted to dodge, but in fact they were too lazy to even look at you.

"look familiar."

"I did it all."

"Your craftsmanship is pretty good, but the touch can be improved, and the material can be a little more delicate." Ryan said in a professional tone.

"Thank you for your suggestion." Maura listened carefully to the valuable advice. When there were only one or two people experiencing the experience, "feedback from the experiencers" was particularly rare.

"Le...where is she?" Ryan looked away curiously.

"Maybe he's embarrassed." Maura also felt strange when she said this.

Logically speaking...the LeBlanc she knew was not so easily shy.

"Forget it then." Ryan shook his head. He didn't come here looking for a stupid beauty. "Can you spare some time now?"

"can."

Maura agreed immediately.

It's not just Black Rose who needs to get along well with Ryan, it's also her and Vladimir.