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"Unless she can convince the young man guarding her, given Ku Shuo's character, he will definitely arrange a few more tests before contacting the convoy. The young man guarding the prison van will become his assistant and check for danger on his behalf."

Jie thought of the young man he saw from afar, sitting next to the prison van.

Ryan was silent for a moment. "Will it be useful to persuade a young man?"

With Ku Shuo's cautious personality, would he believe the words of an ordinary newcomer?

If ordinary people say it is safe, does it really mean it is safe?

"useful."

The shadow twisted its face and seemed to smile. "Ku said he was afraid of death, but aren't his subordinates afraid of death either? After knowing that Irelia might have problems, who else would be willing to contact her besides the fool who has always stayed by her side?

"That elder will definitely tell Ku that he went to confirm it in person, but did he go there in person?"

......

"Come here for a moment."

The man shouted to Ignat from a distance away from the prison van.

"Ok?"

Ignat responded in a daze, not daring to look at Irelia's reaction. He got out of the car from her blind spot and trotted to the man.

This man had been standing behind the elder before, and his identity was considered the elder's deputy.

And Ignat always felt that he looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

"do you remember me?"

The man smiled a smile similar to that of an elder, but it was a heavy imitation, as he only learned one form.

"Who are you?" Ignat showed a kind of obedience that was very different from that at home.

"I live on the same street as you, and I held you in my arms when you were a child." The man said words that he himself could not even remember.

But that's okay.

How could Ignat, who was a child at the time, remember something that even he, an adult, could not remember?

The reason why this sentence has become a catchphrase for building closer ties in countless worlds must have its underlying logic.

"Then you..."

The man put his arm around Ignat's shoulders and kindly interrupted his next question, "Just call me uncle. I heard the person who brought you in is dead?"

"Tony, yes, he's dead." Ignat felt unusually calm.

It seems that I have experienced so much in the past two days that death has become ordinary.

It may also be because after Irelia pointed out his inner doubts, the friendship between him and Tony also died along with Tony's life.

"Then you will follow me from now on." The man said eagerly, "Do you know why I am looking for you?"

"I... don't know." Ignat was somewhat resistant to the man's inexplicable enthusiasm, but the gap in identity and status forced him to put on a smile.

"The elders have something to do. I've chosen you from among so many young people." The man's eagerness gradually filled his eyes. "Do you know how rare this opportunity is? If you can handle it well, you might even be able to join the core team."

Ignat finally raised his head, looked at the man who was half a head taller than him, and asked in a low voice: "Can the core layer defeat Noxus?"

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Chapter 106 I said you have (3 more!

Ignat's tone was particularly sincere.

What he had seen and heard in the last few dozen hours had cast a shadow over his ideals.

But beneath this thick layer of dust, there is still a light, or obsession.

Who among the passionate young men doesn’t want to be a hero on the battlefield?

Perhaps not all is bright within the Navoli Brotherhood, but as long as he can go to the front line, the blood of any Noxian is enough to become his medal of honor.

If Old Ig dared to spank him with a bamboo stick, he would tear open his coat, point to his scar and tell him: I bled for Ionia!

The man smiled, and looking into Ignat's 'innocent' eyes he felt like he saw his former self.

"Have you ever seen a Noxian?"

"No." Ignat shook his head. He was lucky. His town was one of the few places that was not affected by the war.

But he heard a lot of misfortune from others.

Especially the bards who roam the taverns, always bringing shocking stories from other places.

"They're not even human. Even demons look handsome in front of them." The man seemed to still have lingering fearful memories of being on the front lines, but he immediately pushed those emotions away and whispered, "But as long as we get into the core layer, we won't have to go to the battlefield!"

"Not going to... the battlefield?" Ignat was extremely puzzled. "If we don't go, then we..."

"We what?" The man looked at Ignat strangely, and then seemed to see through something, "You are quite ambitious. There are ways to make meritorious deeds without going to the battlefield. Tell me, what is the purpose of their meritorious deeds?

"Isn't that all about getting into the inner circle? If we're already in the inner circle, why would we go to the battlefield? Why would we fight the Noxians?"

As they got closer to the elder's carriage, the man stopped talking. He patted Ignat on the back and gave him a look that showed he understood.

"Behave yourself."

The man instructed in a voice that only two people could hear.

Then he said respectfully to the car:

"Elder, people are coming."

"Ask him to come in."

Ignat clumsily lifted the curtain and saw the elder sitting inside.

The carriage was wide and tall, much larger than the cage at the back, so much so that Ignat could stand inside.

The elder did not show the same enthusiasm as before. He lowered his eyes, with a seriousness and majesty that Ignat had never seen before.

The thoughts in Ignat's heart were instantly extinguished under this majesty.

He stood there trembling, with his neck lowered and not daring to look around.

"Do you know why I'm looking for you?" the elder asked in a deep voice.

"I heard from my uncle that you have something important to tell me." Ignat answered honestly.

The elder glanced at him and seemed to smile when he heard the word 'uncle', but he didn't say anything about it.

This is the development model of the Navoli Brotherhood. When an organizational structure is still at a primitive and rough level, the most direct way to form gangs is through blood ties or local connections.

They gather relatives or fellow villagers around them and soon form small groups one after another.

The leaders of these small groups gathered together to form factions.

When all the factions were integrated together, it became the Navoli Brotherhood.

The elder is a high-ranking member of a faction. He doesn't care if his subordinates form cliques, because their cliques will eventually make him stronger.

Moreover, in this system, there is no need for strict discipline to constrain anything.

Circles are an invisible constraint that forces people in the lower level to obey when facing the upper level.

When all circles tacitly accept this rule, anyone who tries to break the rule becomes the target of public criticism.

The last person like this is still in the cage at the back.

Thinking of that difficult troublemaker, the elder, who was still maintaining his dignity, couldn't help but sigh.

What a hot potato!

"Has she said anything to you during this period?" the elder suddenly asked, with a hint of irritation in his voice.

"Uh..." The elder's tone made Ignat a little scared.

At this moment, what came to his mind was the words that the 'prisoner' had instructed him.

He instinctively followed Irelia's instructions and answered with great sincerity:

"She...she told me that Tony wanted to kill me..."

Ignat chose to tell the truth.

The elder was a little surprised, but not surprised. Instead, he said in a tone that suggested he had seen through everything, "Has she been slandering the Navoli Brotherhood? Well, did she first say that Tony wanted to kill you, and then slowly lead the conversation to other people?"

"She..." Ignat thought about it carefully.

Irelia didn't say much to him, and the most important thing seemed to be "see for yourself".

Then I looked at it extra carefully.

I saw that 'uncle' didn't want to go to the battlefield.

I saw the jealousy and bad words of my 'comrades'...

But overall, Irelia does have ill will towards the current Navoli Brotherhood.

"She really thinks the Navoli Brotherhood is no good. She said you, no, the others... some people will use us as tools and throw us away."

Ignat replied stutteringly yet honestly.

But this unfluent answer actually dispelled the elder's suspicion.

"Evil people always impose their evil thoughts on others!" The elder said earnestly, "So we must strengthen our resolve and strike hard against those who slander us!"

Ignat lowered his head.

The elder stood up at this moment, slowly walked up to him, gently patted his shoulder with his left hand, and at the same time stuffed a dagger into him with his right hand, "Blood is the key to a firm will.

"Take it, go, and bear witness to your loyalty and determination with the blood of heretics..."

Without waiting for Ignate to explain or express his opinion, the curtain of the carriage was lifted at the right time, and his uncle put his arm around Ignate's shoulders affectionately and helped him out of the car.

After a while, the curtain was lifted.

The only expression on Uncle's face was respect. "He's gone back."

"Did he tell you anything?"

"No."

"Then keep an eye on him. If he doesn't agree, get rid of him and let someone else do it." The elder looked at his 'uncle' with a strange smile. "You have quite a few nephews anyway."

"If they fail, we..." 'Uncle' responded subconsciously, but immediately swallowed the unfinished words.

He looked up and saw the elder with a half-smile on his face.

"You always tell people you've been to the battlefield, but have you?"

"I..." 'Uncle' lowered his head, not daring to lie, "I didn't."

The elder shook his head at this time and said slowly:

"But I said you did."

Chapter 107 Whoever they help will win (fourth update!

The lantern bug was directly above the cage, illuminating the top of Irelia's head but burying her face and most of her body in shadow.

She watched the passionate but brainless young man staggering back with one hand behind his back, as if trying to hide it from her.

"They want you to do it?"

Irelia suddenly spoke, startling Ignat.

The dagger that had been hidden for a long time swung out from behind, reflecting a bright light under the light of the lantern bug.