People in the Alliance, Time Management Master

But from an angle where no one could see, she secretly clenched her pink little fist, and an extremely terrifying magic power danced wildly at her fingertips.

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On the other side of Ionia, in a small village in the southern part of the island of Feral.

A gaunt man clad in heavy armor leaned against a rock, gazing out to sea. Two fully armed Noxian soldiers stood respectfully beside him, saying nothing.

"Haven't they found him yet?" the man asked. "Even his body?"

“Yes, Captain,” a soldier replied. “We’ve searched the entire area where the Scarlet Huntress sank, and even thoroughly searched the port, but we still haven’t found Swain.”

Another soldier secretly glanced at his captain, his mind filled with doubt.

Everyone else is trying to seize the general's position, so why is the captain the only one still looking for that good-for-nothing?

This is such a waste of time... Even if that good-for-nothing has something valuable, it can't compare to control of the entire island...

"Then keep searching until you find it. Also, whether you find it or not, massacre this village in three days, leaving no survivors."

The man sighed softly and waved to his two men to quickly lead a team to find the person.

Upon receiving the order, the two soldiers quickly left, leaving only a lone figure on the shore once again.

The man squinted, gazing at the surging sea. The next moment, his body underwent a dramatic transformation—his sallow skin turned rosy, his cloudy eyes became bright, and his withered legs gained fullness…

A few seconds later, an extremely beautiful woman appeared.

She exuded the alluring charm unique to mature women, her revealing clothing highlighting her perfect figure, and every glance and every movement was enough to drive men crazy.

She has many distinctive features, but the most striking is her snow-white skin.

For this reason, everyone who has seen her respectfully calls her "Lady Pale," while very few people know that her real name is LeBlanc.

"Things have gotten complicated again."

LeBlanc sat with her arms crossed on her chest, atop her magically levitating staff, and murmured to herself:

“Swain… what exactly did you find in the Immortal Fortress…”

"Ha, never mind, you can't beat Black Rose."

"The carrion-eating raven will eventually die among the roses..."

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Day Syndra Grew Up

Syndra hasn't seen Irelia for several days.

I heard she's handling some very important matters, something about war... Anyway, it's a good thing she hasn't gotten close to Mu Bai.

There haven't been many opportunities to be alone for the past few days, but today Syndra must suppress her deepest desires and temporarily leave Mu Bai.

The reason was simple—she needed to start preparing for her initial goal of coming to Navoli province.

Before Mu Bai woke up, she quietly left the room and, with the help of the "intelligence" she had gathered over the past few days, found the best tailor near Presidium.

An elderly woman, well past fifty, with white hair.

Welcome!

As soon as Syndra entered, the old woman, who had her back to her, greeted her warmly with a strong voice, appearing to be in very good spirits.

"What would you like to order, sir... Oh my goodness, child, you are so beautiful!"

The old woman was stunned by the girl's beauty as soon as she turned around. Her figure, her face, her skin... she could rival her younger self.

Syndra pursed her lips and sat down without saying a word.

Even today, she is still very reluctant to talk to strangers. Their enthusiasm and praise make her even more uneasy.

But in order to get a nice outfit, she had to endure it.

"Are you here to buy clothes, pretty girl?" The old woman circled around her, marveling at her. "It's such a pleasure to have clothes custom-made for you."

“Um…buying clothes…” Syndra replied stiffly.

What style do you want? A dress or casual wear? And what color?

"I……"

Syndra was speechless; she genuinely knew nothing about clothing and fashion. After a moment's thought, she stammered:

"I want clothes that...can attract the opposite sex..."

"Attract the opposite sex?" The old woman was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world.

She only stopped laughing when Syndra frowned in displeasure. "Oh, child, you're beautiful enough. You can attract the opposite sex no matter what you wear."

“But… if there were prettier clothes, Mu Bai would like me even more…” Syndra looked sad, remembering the time when Mu Bai went to play with Irelia behind her back.

"Mu Bai...? Oh, I see, it's the name of your sweetheart, right?"

The old tailor chuckled softly, covered his mouth, sat down next to the girl, and then said in a serious tone:

“Listen to me, child, what you lack is not nice clothes, but something else—skill.”

"You know, clothes can only be the icing on the cake; skills are the key to winning a man's heart."

"Once you understand all this, that kid named Mu Bai will naturally be devoted to you, and you won't need any fancy clothes at all."

Syndra was stunned for a moment, and after several seconds she asked, "Then... what should I do?"

The old woman smoothed her gray hair, her thoughts drifting back to the days thirty years ago when she dominated the brothel.

“Skills aren’t something you can master overnight.” She beckoned with her finger, gesturing for the other person to lean closer. “But I can teach you some useful things that you can use right away…”

Upon hearing this, Syndra stepped forward with a look of delight.

Half a minute later, she showed a surprised expression.

Two minutes later, a blush crept onto her pretty face.

Five minutes later, even her ears turned red, and she nervously gripped the hem of her clothes with her two little hands.

Is this...really okay...?

That sounds so strange...

Will Mu Bai like it...?

"Alright, that's enough about the techniques. You can try them on when you get home tonight." The old woman clapped her hands. "Now, let's discuss the clothes."

"Mmm...!" The girl nodded vigorously, almost treating the other person's words as gospel.

"Your top... is perfect, it suits your style very well, you don't need to change it."

"Uh-huh."

"As for your lower body... I can try to make some minor modifications for you."

"Uh-huh!"

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Inside the room, Mu Bai finished reading the letter on the bedside table and let out a long sigh of relief.

This girl has finally grown up; she can even buy her own clothes now… Wait, she's not exactly young, is she?

Mu Bai smiled and shook his head, then got up, washed up, and went out for a stroll.

Presidium was busy again because of the attack on the eastern strait. Irelia dispatched five reinforcement squads of twenty men each, led by Karma.

Normally, an attack of this magnitude wouldn't require Karma to personally go to the front lines, but considering Noxus's suspicious attack on Navori Province at this time, it was best to send the powerful Karma along to keep things under control, just to be on the safe side.

Besides Mu Bai, Karma also accomplished the feat of "destroying a warship with a single blow".

Having inherited the souls of several generations of Karma, she is basically at a level where she can do whatever she wants in Ionia.

Good morning, Mr. Mu Bai!

A cheerful voice interrupted Mu Bai's observation of the base—gray robe, sword at his side, tall and thin, who else could it be but Bolton?

Good morning, Bolton.

"Haven't seen you for days, finally decided to leave the room?" Bolton winked and looked a bit lewd. "You're still young, you need to be more restrained."

Mu Bai raised an eyebrow and touched the scabbard at his waist. He didn't mean anything by it; it was just a little dusty and he needed to wipe it clean.

"Just kidding, just kidding... cough cough, Blade Dancer asked me to pass on a message to you, but I didn't bother you because you've been hiding in your room for the past few days."

"what's up?"

"It's nothing important. Blade Dancer asked me to tell you that she's been quite busy lately and can't spare the time to entertain you. Please forgive her."

Oh... does she really need to ask someone to tell her about something like this? Irelia is so hospitable.

“Oh, right, there’s one more thing,” Bolton added. “It’s said that the unrest on Philol Island is almost over, but those Noxian bastards might come looking for revenge. We need to be careful.”

"Okay, I understand, thank you." Mu Bai replied casually, not paying much attention.

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In a corner unnoticed by the two, a gray-robed swordsman was secretly observing Mu Bai, holding two exquisite portraits in his hands.

One is Mu Bai, and the other is Syndra.

"The young swordsman who defeated Swain... Hmm, he's quite handsome, hehe..."

"The magical fluctuations aren't very strong, but I can vaguely sense something hidden within him... Interesting."

"And that white-haired girl... Syndra? Tsk tsk, shouldn't her name be Syndra?"

PS:

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Chapter Twenty-Four: The Price of Seduction

Noxus has many secrets, but the vast majority cannot escape the eyes of the Pale Lady.

She and her magical society have been secretly manipulating this vast empire for many years, and even the Grand Commander Darkwell is nothing more than a pawn or puppet she has placed on the throne.

It wasn't until Swain's appearance that this alluring, pale woman sensed a threat.

One hundred years? Or two hundred, three hundred? She couldn't remember the last time she had seriously done something, let alone personally leaving Noxus to go to the other side of the world to carry out a mission.