lol: Bind Syndra at the start

He believed that if the Ionian spirit had 'eyes', it would be able to see his efforts.

"They're coming soon. If you don't want to be caught by your grandfather and then grounded again, you'd better find a place to hide."

The guard spoke more, probably because he had a good relationship with Carly.

Or rather, most people have a good relationship with Carly.

He comes from a "noble" background, is not arrogant or cunning, has a lively personality and is willing to help others... No one would have any ill will towards such a person.

In response, Ryan could only respond with a sweet smile.

He didn't hide as the guards told him to because it was too late.

Although no dark magic was used, the enhanced five senses would not degenerate.

He could already hear a noisy sound not far away, like a flock of migrating birds making disturbing calls as they moved.

Not long after, a large group of people appeared on the relatively quiet avenue.

There was a small group of people in front, and more people were falling behind them.

Ryan saw Carlo among the people in front.

The latter also saw Ryan.

Then, the originally serious face almost couldn't help laughing.

As a grandfather, he can definitely tell the difference between his granddaughter and his 'granddaughter'.

As an elder, he generally doesn't laugh in serious situations unless he really can't help it.

Carlo wanted to signal Ryan with his eyes to leave first.

The guilty conscience not only appears in the thief, but also in his accomplices.

In Carlo's opinion, the imposter Ryan needs to exert his strength in an unnoticed corner.

But Ryan took the initiative to meet him.

He admitted that this move was a bit risky, but if he didn't take the risk now, would he wait until everything was settled?

"Others are fearful, but I am greedy" has become the motto of gamblers.

But I have to say that this does make sense sometimes.

Others also saw Carly, but they were not familiar with this little girl.

After all, Carly hates this group of people and usually doesn't hang around them on purpose.

"Carlo, your granddaughter..."

An old man said to Carlo.

Carlo nodded, stretched out his hand to let the people in front step back, and waited for Ryan to come in before scolding him in a stern tone, "What time is it now? Where is this place? Is this the place for you to play?"

Ryan lowered his head, seemingly admitting his mistake, but in fact he was observing his surroundings out of the corner of his eyes.

If my speculation and discovery are correct, then Ku Shuo must be mixed in with this group of people.

Or maybe he's among this group of people... Ryan turned his gaze further back.

A large group of people came here, and everyone's face was filled with a strange enthusiasm and excitement.

The flying saliva and the bulging veins on the neck looked like props specially prepared to add to the fun at the event.

Although they stood together, the quarrel never stopped.

Each group of people seems to have their own understanding of the world, and when cognitions collide, quarreling seems to be their only way to correct others.

Carlo's men are still making an effort.

On this plain and simple land, Ryan's righteous guidance made this group of people passively experience what the hell is called public relations.

Ku Shuo knows a little bit about how to manipulate public opinion, but any fan club member can destroy him with this tactic.

Ryan roughly assessed the current situation.

Although the argument that Irelia is guilty still has the upper hand for now, at this rate it won't be long before this voice is completely drowned out.

Every wavering person will affect several people nearby, and these several people will in turn affect several more people...

In short, the advantage is mine!

Ryan withdrew his gaze.

The deafening quarrels and shouts always made him mistakenly believe that he had come to some fanatical sacrificial ceremony.

Thinking of this, Ryan was suddenly stunned.

Because in a sense, this is really a fanatical sacrificial ceremony.

Before long, a true leader may be born here.

After Carlo finished scolding his granddaughter, he grabbed Ryan with a dark face.

Then he deliberately walked to the side.

This position is still within the team of elders, but it is a certain distance away from the group of people who are joining in the fun at the back.

Since it involved family matters, the other elders did not say anything.

This gave Ryan and Carlo the opportunity to communicate.

"Why are you here?" Ryan asked first.

"Peterson is dead," Carlo said gravely. "He was the elder who was identified as a spy. He committed suicide in prison, fearing the punishment. Before his death, he left behind a letter in blood, blaming Irelia for all the crimes."

"The lowest form of slander," Ryan complained.

"Because they have no other choice..." Carlo smiled quietly, "The method you taught me is surprisingly useful. Now they can no longer control the situation. Even the initial group of soldiers who wanted to get some credit have begun to withdraw.

"I just gave the order. Peterson's blood letter will be interpreted as someone brutally killing an elder in order to slander Irelia! No one will tolerate such an act of attacking one's own people.

"They thought they could hit us with the rocks they lifted, but in reality, they only hit their own feet! Ryan, you are a genius! I have never seen such a wicked yet effective method in all my years!"

Ryan interpreted the word 'evil' as a compliment to himself, "Then why are you here? And why did you bring so many people with you?"

Carlo glanced sideways behind him and said, "Maybe they're desperate. Now everyone in the village is gathering here."

"Everyone?" Ryan suddenly realized the problem.

"Yes! Everyone!" Carlo whispered, "I think I've found the enemy hiding in the dark you mentioned."

"Who!?" Ryan asked.

"Great Elder!" Carlo continued in a low voice, "I think he originally wanted to use the meeting to hold us old guys back, but now he realizes the wind has suddenly changed, so he's pulling us in again.

"His behavior today is very abnormal... An old man who usually behaves as docile as a sheep has suddenly become paranoid..."

"Who is the Great Elder?"

Ryan felt that he was getting closer to his goal.

Carlo raised his hand cryptically and pointed at an old man, "That's him... Could he be the one you're looking for?"

"K."

Ryan stared at the Great Elder.

From his perspective, the other person was just an ordinary old man.

Ryan, who has enhanced vision, can even see the other person's subtle movements.

The old man seemed determined, but his trembling fingertips betrayed him.

He is very nervous now.

"He's not saying it bitterly!"

Ryan whispered to Shadow.

And just at this moment, shouts were heard from the front.

"Irelia is here, Irelia is here early!"

Chapter 122 Face me!

The carriage was still shaking, but the bumps were much less severe than before.

The rotten wood was firmly fitted together, forming a narrow area.

Irelia raised her heavy eyelids. She had been trying to gather her strength, but it wasn't working well.

The wound was not treated in time, and the hot and humid climate caused it to fester, which in turn caused her to have a low fever.

Maybe the wound has become infected...

She lowered her head and thought.

Ignat also lowered his head, but having found the right path, his will was much stronger than before.

At least he was no longer afraid of being punished by Old Ig for his actions.

At some point, he suddenly raised his head.

A huge creature appeared in the fog ahead.

It was a magnificent city wall that he had never seen or even imagined.

As if to greet his gaze, bursts of shouts erupted from within the city wall.

"Are they welcoming us?"

Ignat spoke without thinking.

"They're going to crusade against me... No, we're arguing?"

Irelia heard what the people in the city were shouting.

This was completely different from what she expected.

She thought she would be met with a one-sided attack.

Her eyes scanned both sides of the road.

According to the original plan, Ryan should be waiting for her nearby.

But Ryan didn't signal her here as planned.

Based on the changes in the shouts in the city, Irelia felt that Ryan might have sneaked in early.

But...does he still know how to manipulate people's hearts?

Irelia lowered her brows in thought.

She admitted that there seemed to be a strange attraction about Ryan, but she didn't think it would attract other men.

What on earth did he do?

Irelia was curious.

But she suppressed this useless emotion and turned her eyes to scan the surrounding forest again.

Something seemed to remind her.

There's something in the forest!

Irelia pinched the wound, and the pain made her sober up a little.

In this magical land, every feeling has a trace.

She believed in this invisible sixth sense because it had helped her avoid countless crises on the battlefield.

The forest in the darkness looks like the mouth of some mysterious giant.

Those twisted tree trunks look like sharp fangs.

I'll have to remind Ryan later.

Irelia took this information to heart.

"They are indeed arguing... but what's the point?" Ignat was stunned for a moment. "You are our hero! There is no doubt about that."

The time they spent together convinced him of this.

At least he had never seen a leader choose to get hurt in order to protect an ordinary person.

"You didn't think so before you met me." Irelia rarely joked.