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

It's clear that Fóyegor originally thought the same thing.

But who would have thought that what happened next would make Thresh regret it to the core.

certainly..........

If he still has intestines.

Chapter 261, I am the Inner Minister Thresh, and I hate the princess and her apprentice.

Originally, the job of "attending to someone" should have fallen to Yorick, the chief steward.

But perhaps it was because Syndra found Yorick too quiet and boring, or perhaps it was to "thank" Thresh for the princess's suggestion earlier.

Syndra immediately took a liking to him, the dignified "Secretary of State" of the Shadow Isles.

They specifically named Thresh, demanding that he serve them during their time on the Shadow Isles.

Thresh initially wanted to decline, but Fryegor's meaningful look left him speechless with frustration.

This is a classic case of shooting oneself in the foot.

In the end, after giving Thresh a look that said, "Do your best, I believe in you," Foygo disappeared without a trace.

And so, the agonizing time began.

This "princess" has only been in the Shadow Isles for a short time and is still in a phase full of "novelty".

I like to wander around here and there every now and then.

In no time at all, they found themselves in Thresh's Chain Prison.

As we all know, Thresh, the Chain Warden, only has a few hobbies.

He's either outmaneuvering mortals who venture to the edge of the Shadow Isles, or torturing the souls of mortals in his Soul Chain Prison.

Faced with Syndra's stubbornness, Thresh naturally couldn't refuse.

As a result, Syndra stormed into the Chains Prison.

After Syndra saw the souls being tortured in the Chains of Death, her impression of Thresh completely changed.

Their attitude also took a sharp turn for the worse, turning into disgust.

Originally, Syndra's likes and dislikes were irrelevant to Thresh.

Thresh even harbored thoughts like "It's good that I hate him" and "Get far away from me as soon as possible."

However, Thresh couldn't hold back when Syndra proposed releasing all the souls from the Soul Locker.

After Thresh's attempts to "persuade" him failed, Thresh finally lost his temper.

How dare a little brat spout such nonsense!

On the desolate Shadow Isles, tormenting these innocent souls is Thresh's only pleasure!

Letting these souls go is no less than a knife cutting through Thresh's soul.

Thresh, of course, could not accept this!

So Thresh, driven by malice, acted impulsively.

He just mentioned her casually, and she actually thinks she's a "princess"!

Thresh was furious and immediately decided to teach Syndra a "proper" lesson.

result..............

Ten minutes later, looking at the Chaos Prison that had been razed to the ground by the dark evil power, Thresh's soul fire was dull and lifeless.

The main problem is that Wraith doesn't have this function, otherwise Thresh would probably be in tears by now.

Thresh clutched his already tattered green robe, now even more tattered, his heart filled with despair.

His happiness, his dignity, just like that, gone...

Thresh shuddered as he looked at Syndra, who was radiating terrifying dark and evil energy.

A forced smile appeared on his lips.

Although Syndra is currently in a semi-sealed state, with only the strength of a legendary peak, she is still not someone Thresh can afford to mess with.

"You should have said so earlier! If you had, I would have scattered all the souls in prison myself... *sound of laughter*."

Thresh sighed inwardly, feeling utterly useless.

.............

But the torment had only just begun.

Later, Syndra, having seen through Thresh's "evil" nature, lost all affection for him.

The malice in her heart even led Syndra to take pleasure in "torturing" this evil spirit every day.

This "three-second rule" is the idea Syndra came up with to torment Thresh.

The rules are as follows:

Thresh must first hide in a place where Syndra cannot find him.

Then, Syndra calls out Thresh's name, and Thresh must arrive in front of Syndra within three seconds of hearing her call.

otherwise.............

Recalling the previous horrific scene, Thresh couldn't help but feel his soul fire surging.

Imagine what it would feel like to be bound and unable to move, rotating 360 degrees in the air at the speed of sound 367 times.

Thinking of this, Thresh couldn't help but tremble.

..................

After breaking free from the painful memories, Thresh gazed at the "first princess of the Shadow Isles" before him and silently prayed.

I hope this princess hasn't come up with some new way to torture him...

Syndra stared at the green, malevolent spirit before her, then glanced at the desolate ruins and broken walls around her, her eyes filled with disgust.

"Thresh, I have a question for you."

"Before this, did Master spend every day sitting in this ruin, on a dry, withered chair?"

Syndra questioned Thresh, her tone tinged with dissatisfaction.

Even the "Ruined Throne" that Foljego was quite satisfied with became a "dry, broken chair" in Syndra's words.

"Reporting to Your Highness..."

"That's right..."

"For thousands of years, Your Majesty has always been like this..."

Thresh tried to keep his tone humble in order to avoid offending this "princess".

"Humph!"

Syndra gave a low snort, her narrow phoenix eyes narrowing slightly, her dissatisfaction evident.

Upon seeing this, Thresh trembled and immediately knelt down.

"Your Highness, please calm down! Your Highness, please calm down!"

Since Thresh was so sensible, Syndra couldn't retaliate.

He said it in an unpleasant tone.

"Thresh, the Prime Minister, this is clearly a mistake on your part as ministers!"

"How can we allow a dignified, ruined king to sit idly in these ruins for a hundred years!"

"Dereliction of duty! This is a serious dereliction of duty!"

Syndra was furious, her beautiful eyes filled with righteous indignation.

"Yes Yes Yes!!!"

Thresh quickly agreed, but a sense of relief flashed through his mind.

Fortunately, the problem this time lies here, rather than the princess coming up with some new "game".

"very good!"

Syndra's lips curled up slightly.

"Now, I need you to do this... this... and then this..."

"Understand!"

Syndra began gesturing around the throne, exuding an air of authority.

"I understand, I understand!"

Thresh immediately responded, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

"Very good, if you understand, go and do it!"

Syndra waved her little hand, her face full of joy.