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

"Yes, Your Highness Princess!"

Thresh seemed relieved and quickly backed away.

Thus, the "Chain Warden" and "First Security Officer of the Shadow Isles" also took on the additional role of "First Engineer of the Shadow Isles".

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

After leaving Syndra on the Shadow Isles, Folgyal returned to Ionia and became "Leon, the successor of the Wind Swordsmanship".

Next, Fryego will use this identity to participate in the subsequent changes in Ionia.

Fryegor had his own reasons for leaving Syndra on the Shadow Isles.

This time, Folgo is not only here to thoroughly understand the game between the Black Rose, but also to confront the Spirit of Ionia head-on.

Bringing Syndra along could lead to unforeseen circumstances, so it's better to leave her on the Shadow Isles.

After all, the Shadow Isles are the safest place for Syndra at this moment.

After returning to Presidium, Fouguere first met with Foxy to discuss matters.

Then he changed his position and went to the front line of the battle, intending to wait for an opportunity to strike.

At the same time, a suitable burial place was chosen for LeBlanc.

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

Luo Yun.

This large inland town of Navoli remains very prosperous even though it is right next to the war.

Recently, many warriors and rangers from all over Ionia have come to Loki, ready to join the battle against Noxus.

These warriors and wandering knights were all exceptionally skilled.

However, they still struggled to solve the practical problems and hold back the retreating front.

One point that must be mentioned is...

The peace of the past has resulted in extremely poor strategic and military capabilities across Ionia.

This is also the main reason why Ionia is still suffering defeats.

Even though there were enough strong individuals, their disorganized nature made them easy prey for Noxian soldiers to hunt down and kill on the battlefield.

This is why cooperation is so important.

(Okay) In theory, a Silver-ranked warrior is enough to deal with the combined forces of five to eight Bronze-ranked warriors under normal circumstances.

In war, however, three Noxian soldiers of the Bronze rank can take down a Silver Ionian warrior.

So at first glance, Ionia seems to be full of experts, but in reality, it is rather lackluster.

A young man with white hair, carrying a long sword, strolled through the streets of Luoyun.

Most of the Luoyun people looked at the young man with a hint of indifference in their eyes.

It's probably some wandering knight from somewhere, heading to the front lines to fight the Ionians.

Suddenly, the young man seemed to notice something, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"interesting.........."

With a low murmur, the young man's figure vanished from the spot.

It was as if it had never existed.

..........miscellaneous.

Luoyun's market.

As a major commercial town in Navoli, Loyun boasts an extremely large market.

The market was packed with merchants and people.

As war approached, the number of vendors selling weapons and war supplies in the market increased.

A figure, hidden beneath a blue linen robe, peered at the various goods in the market.

When she seemed uninterested in swords and the like, she quickly moved on to other places.

Chapter 262, The Perilous Fox Trail

Beneath a long blue linen robe, a slender figure was shrouded.

Judging from the figure, the owner of the robe should be a slender young woman.

The girl seemed to be curious about everything, whether it was Kirei's silk or the strong-smelling spices.

All of this made the girl unable to resist moving closer to examine it closely.

Even a fleeting glimpse reveals a few strands of down peeking out from beneath the girl's linen robe.

Especially the area above the coccyx covered by the blue cloth robe, always seemed a little restless.

The girl's arms emerged from her blue linen robe, and in her delicate, fair hands she held two gems that shimmered with golden light.

The girl gazed at the two golden gems in her hands, lost in thought.

If you look closely now, you'll notice that the girl's eyes, which are veiled, are a very rare shade of purple.

She fiddled with her twin sunstone keepsakes in her hands, trying her best to ignore the strong smell.

The two stones tumbled and bounced between her fingers, then stuck together perfectly.

The shape of a single stone resembles a blazing flame, but the ingenious carving allows the sharp protrusions to interlock, forming a perfect jewel.

These two golden stones have been with her since she was very young, but she has never known their origin.

A moment later, the girl recovered.

He looked over at the shops of the market vendors in front of him.

She walked past a stall with dozens of baskets filled with all sorts of small items.

There are smooth, round pebbles, seashells engraved with legendary nautical stories, dice carved from oracle bones, and other novelties.

But none of them resembled the style of the keepsake 443 in her hand.

Clearly, she was looking for something similar to the gem in her hand.

“A gem as blue as the clear sky, would you like one?” asked the gray-bearded merchant. “If you want, a small blue bead will only cost the price of a raven feather, or a Jubilee tree seed. I’m not picky.”

The girl smiled faintly at him, shook her head, and continued walking forward, clutching the pair of sunstones tightly in her hands.

She passed by all sorts of stalls and vendors. One stall was filled with thorny orange vegetables, and a child was hawking a fruit that could change color depending on the weather.

At least three other vendors were shaking incense tins, each claiming to have found the most profound method of meditation.

Suddenly, as she passed a stall, a voice called out to her.

“This…Miss Vastaya…”

Are you sure you're not going to come and take a look?

The sound was extremely unpleasant; the hoarse, aged voice sounded like the friction of metal, making one imagine two rusty iron plates just by hearing it.

The girl frowned and turned to look at the roadside stalls.

This was an extremely simple stall, and the owner was an old woman shrouded in a dirty robe.

Such stalls are very common. Next to the old woman's stall, there is a wooden sign that reads "fortune telling" and "fortune prediction".

Clearly, this old woman was a "witch" who made a living by fortune-telling.

These witches claimed to possess "divine powers" to predict the future, but what the reality was is open to interpretation.

Although her background was revealed in a single sentence, the girl remained calm and composed.

This is Ionia, the ancestral homeland of the Vastaya.

Although the Vastaya people are not in a good situation, they are far from needing to hide.

Even so, the girl still felt a bit more wary.

She couldn't understand where her "flawless" disguise had slipped up.

The girl wrinkled her little nose and sniffed the air.

However, the old woman's dirty robe smelled so strong that she couldn't smell anything at all.

"Hehehe..."

“Miss Vastaya, your parents didn’t tell you this.”

"Shouldn't the first thing a Vastaya person does when traveling abroad learn how to hide their tail?"

The old woman continued speaking in a harsh voice.

Her words made the girl frown.

"Come, child, let me do a fortune telling for you."

“From a distance, I could smell the decaying scent of your dark past on you.”

The old woman's enthusiasm clearly made the girl uncomfortable, so she subconsciously took two steps back, her wary purple eyes fixed on the old woman.