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

Syndra watched Thresh bustling about in front of her, a hint of anticipation flashing in "480's" eyes.

"I wonder what kind of expression Master will have when he returns to Shadow Isles and sees the palace."

The girl secretly hoped for it.

Since meeting Foygo, her mindset has undergone a complete transformation.

One reason was Fóyego's friendliness towards her.

On the other hand, it was because Fóyego led the girl into a completely different world, broadening her horizons.

Syndra also understood that only Feuergo could help her and allow her talents to be fully utilized.

Therefore, although he had not known Fryer for very long.

However, in Sindra's heart, she already regarded Fryego as her only family.

Out of girlish naiveté, she would naturally think of giving Fóyego a surprise.

"I wonder when my master will return..."

Syndra murmured to herself, a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes.

On the Shadow Isles, Syndra can do whatever she wants.

But this realm of the dead is indeed rather boring.

Otherwise, she wouldn't find pleasure in messing around with Thresh every day.

Just as Syndra was thinking this.

A night breeze had quietly swept across Shadow Isle.

In just a moment, the gentle night breeze condensed into a handsome man wearing a pale crown.

It is none other than the sole master of the Shadow Isles—the Ruined King, Folyag!

As soon as Fryegor arrived at the Ruinous Throne, he saw Thresh doing manual labor and Syndra staring blankly into space.

Looking at the palace foundations near the dilapidated throne, which were beginning to take shape, a hint of surprise appeared in Foygo's eyes.

"How is this going?"

Foygo walked up to Sindra and asked her a question.

Syndra, who was in a daze, finally snapped out of it and noticed Fryegor's arrival.

"Master?!"

Syndra was first surprised, then delighted.

She took long strides, rose happily from her throne, and rushed directly into Foljego's arms.

Caught off guard, to prevent Syndra from falling, Foygo reached out and caught Syndra's flying body.

Two long, snow-white, smooth legs, long enough to be played with for years, fell into Foygo's hands.

"Great, you're finally back!"

Syndra said somewhat excitedly.

It's clear that she must have been incredibly bored during her time on the Shadow Isles.

Meanwhile, Thresh, who was carrying bricks, also noticed Fryegor's arrival.

"when!!"

"His Majesty..............."

He threw down the brick in his hand and spoke in a slightly trembling voice.

Thresh quickly took three steps in two and knelt down in front of Foljego, respectfully paying his respects.

Before Thresh could speak, Foygo glanced sideways again and asked his apprentice beside him with a helpless look.

"what is going on?"

Hearing this, Syndra pouted and looked at Folyago with a hint of anticipation.

"Master..."

"I...I can't bear to see your place is so shabby."

I want to build a palace for you.

"It's not even fixed yet, and you've already come back."

"How's it going? Do you like it?"

Syndra asked somewhat nervously, her pair of dark, bright eyes fixed on Foygo.

Upon hearing this, Foygo was taken aback.

He then realized that Syndra's words made sense.

After all, today is different from the past.

The mighty King of Ruin, whose lair, the Shadow Isles, is always a mess of ruins.

Building a palace is still quite necessary.

Foygo first released Syndra from his arms, then reached out and patted Syndra's head with one hand.

"well done."

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness, my disciple."

While massaging her, Foygo whispered a compliment to Syndra.

Hearing Foygo's praise, Syndra blushed, her eyes filled with pride...

Meanwhile, Thresh, still kneeling on the ground, had a bitter expression on his face.

Combined with his already green face, he looked as eye-catching as a bitter gourd.

"Thresh, I'll leave this to you."

Based on the principle of "proximity", Fryego simply handed the matter over to Thresh.

Upon hearing Foygo's command, the soul fire in Thresh's eye sockets trembled violently.

Now his identity as the "Number One Laborer of the Shadow Isles" is truly confirmed.

Although Thresh harbors all sorts of treacherous schemes behind the scenes, he certainly wouldn't dare to disobey Fryegor in the slightest on the surface.

"Yes, Your Majesty..."

Therefore, Thresh had no choice but to accept this "lucrative job" with tears in his eyes.

However, Syndra is different from Thresh who is deliberately trying to mess with him.

Although Fryegor will eventually settle scores with Thresh, he has no intention of bothering Thresh with these trivial matters at the moment.

Relying solely on Thresh to fix it is like waiting for an eternity.

So Fóyego immediately waved his hand.

"Whoo~~~"

A sudden gust of cold wind rose up on Shadow Isle.

Endless undead surged forth like a tidal wave, gathering in front of the three.

"These personnel are now under your command."

"Don't forget, you are my most trusted confidant."

"Don't let me down."

After allocating some manpower to Thresh, Foljerk didn't forget to casually make a big promise to Thresh.

　3.4 "Yes!"

Seeing this, Thresh's previously low spirits indeed returned to high.

After explaining the situation, Fóyego did not linger.

"My disciple, I have basically taken care of your matter."

"Now, I will take you to resolve this matter completely."

Foygo said to Syndra beside him.

Upon hearing this, a hint of emotion flashed in Syndra's eyes.

"As expected, in this world, only my master is truly kind to me..."

The girl thought to herself.

Having experienced deception, Syndra cherishes this hard-won relationship even more.

I don't know.

Having already subtly won over Syndra, Folgo didn't say much. He simply smiled and left the Shadow Isles with the girl.

Chapter 325, A Perfect Match