lol: Bind Syndra at the start

Just like Wukong's father, although the background story says that he went overseas to pursue money and honor.

But almost most netizens believe that his father had already died in some unknown corner.

Sett's current glory is destined to be short-lived. The only suspense is whether it will be a Noxian or another boxer who will put an end to him.

Ryan looked at the sky.

Before I knew it, it was time to go to bed and the bustling streets had gradually become deserted.

The owner of the cafe was staring at Ryan and the woman, not for any other reason, but simply because only when these two people left could he close the shop and go home to rest.

"The right path..." The woman felt that this word was far away from her life.

Over the past twenty years, her life has been filled with forbearance, hard work, frustration, and pride...but "the right path" does not seem to be a word that belongs to her world.

"Your son is destined to be extraordinary." Lion looked at the woman. As they were about to leave, he didn't want to hide anything anymore. "How long has it been since Ionia, no, in this world to be more precise, a vastaya and a human gave birth together?"

"You know everything?" The woman's eyelashes were trembling. She was very nervous now.

But when her secret was exposed, she was not afraid at all except for being nervous.

It was as if there was a voice inside her telling her that the person in front of her would not harm her.

"I'm a friend of Vastaya." Ryan combined the Vastaya and Vastaya Xiarui, and said a broader concept, "I sense a familiar aura on you, so you should be a Vastaya.

"Combining the story you just told me with the story I once 'heard' from the wandering boxer, it's not difficult to guess that you and your son are the two protagonists in the story told by the wandering boxer."

This statement was a bit far-fetched, but the woman had no doubts.

The mark of Vastaya Xiarui had an effect that clearly far exceeded Ryan's expectations.

The Vastaya Xiari who had marked him had such a level of trust in him that even he himself was surprised.

Ryan even wondered if the spirit was a 'female spirit'.

But the answers to these questions can only be found in the future.

"You guessed right." The woman admitted her identity frankly.

"Then you have to think about your son's future path... There is no impenetrable wall in this world. Your past and your son's life story are no secret.

"Perhaps your son, who controls the underground boxing ring in Barue, can protect you now. But what if your son loses the ring? What if you end up somewhere else, like in Navoli Province or other provinces?

"For example, when the Noxians truly launched a new round of large-scale invasion, when the Ionians and Vastayans suffered heavy losses and were forced to leave their homes...

"By that time, do you think there will still be room for you and your son to survive on this kind land?"

Ryan's words are not alarmist.

The reality is far more cruel than people imagine.

Even in Ionia, a country known for its kindness, tragedies happen all the time.

The Noxians are the catalyst, and they will allow more evil to flourish here.

War will destroy everyone's body and mind, and a broken body and mind are the best hosts for evil.

Many Ionians may not have the courage to confront the Noxians head-on, but they still have the courage to bully their own people.

No matter how strong Wukong was, he couldn't stop a group of people holding big banners...

"You mean they'll vent their anger at the Noxians on us, mother and son?" the woman thought.

"What do you think?" Ryan asked back.

"They will!" the woman replied, biting her lip.

She had already experienced similar scenarios after her one-time husband left.

And this was before the Noxian invasion.

"So you need to find a breakthrough as soon as possible, and don't wait until that scene happens again before you start thinking about how to deal with it."

"Do you have any suggestions?" the woman asked almost subconsciously.

Ryan has become accustomed to this inexplicable dependence.

You get what you pay for.

Anyway, he is a kind person and doesn't mind saying a few more words.

"I can offer some suggestions, but the specific choice is up to you to decide."

After the woman nodded, Ryan continued:

"First of all, you can get rid of the underground boxing ring now and go find the Wuji Sword Sect. This way, your safety will not be a problem in the short term.

"As for long-term plans, there's a Vastaya in the Wuji Sword Sect right now... He was expelled from the tribe just like you, but not because he fell in love with a Noxian. Instead, he was expelled by the elders for his mischievous nature.

"Against the backdrop of the Noxian invasion, humans and the Vastaya must inevitably choose to cooperate. This Vastaya will become a bridge for renewed cooperation between humans and the Vastaya in the near future. If your son is willing to contribute, I can recommend him for your son.

"Only if you join the group resisting Noxians will no one use the banner of anti-Noxian against you. At the same time, you will gain the respect of countless people...

"And this is also an opportunity for you. Perhaps after this, you will have the chance to return to the tribe, provided that you still want to go back."

"I don't want to go back!"

The woman's attitude was resolute.

Perhaps at the moment when she was driven out by her tribe, she also drove out her tribe in her heart.

"But I want to find a way out for my son..." The woman's voice softened. Her eyes seemed to cross the strait and saw the figure in the boxing ring. "If possible, please help recommend my son."

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Many brothers like the character of Sett, so let’s give it to him!

In addition, I see that there are seven or eight people who give rewards every week, but there is no specific details. Brothers, please let me know if you give me rewards. I will thank you.

Chapter 175 Good Night Grandma

Although the cumulonimbus clouds did not arrive, the arrival of night still made the streets cooler.

The woman slowly calmed down thanks to Ryan's help. Her cheeks, which had not been defeated by the passage of time, were now a little red due to the fluctuations of her emotions over a period of time.

"I really appreciate you..." The woman's voice was sincere as she pondered how she could repay the young man.

Although he didn't know anything about him, he could tell from the young man's conversation that he seemed to be a person with considerable background.

What does an ordinary village woman like me have?

Have a son?

There is also an underground boxing ring?

From the previous conversation, the woman knew that the underground boxing ring was a potential danger.

So in short, apart from a son, he had nothing.

The woman felt a little ashamed because she couldn't offer any feedback. She could only postpone her gratitude. "If you need me for anything in the future, you can come to me... I will do my best to satisfy you in any way I can."

“In fact, it’s available now.”

Ryan's words made the woman look up, and she answered seriously, "Please speak."

"I need money."

Ryan said directly, considering the other party's identity and the secrets that Wukong had concealed from her, he added, "It doesn't take much."

"Ah... I really don't have much money." The woman took out a hand-woven purse and handed it to Ryan without any hesitation. "This is all the money I have."

"Won't you leave some?"

"No need, someone kind will come to help me in a while." The kind people the woman was talking about were the burly men around who had been "staring" at this place for a long time.

Over the years, she has become accustomed to this kind of treatment. Whenever she encounters any difficulties, there will always be a big man with a fat face who will kindly help her.

So much so that when Ryan first appeared, she thought her son had chosen an alternative person to "help" him.

"Thank you then."

Ryan took the purse without hesitation, poured out all the gold coins, and returned the purse. "These are considered consulting fees. If you have any trouble in the future, you can come... you can go find Irelia."

He believed Irelia would be happy to help the woman and Wukong.

"Thank you." The woman was not polite.

"Goodbye then."

Ryan stood up and waved at the woman.

"What's...your name?" the woman asked Ryan's back.

"Ryan."

The shop owner, who had been waiting for a long time, appeared immediately and interrupted the woman's further "greetings" with a polite smile.

“Thank you for stopping by…”

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Ryan left the street under the gaze of five or six burly men.

The encounter with the woman was completely an accident.

If this encounter was put on some website in the previous life, perhaps it could develop into many "popular" stories and plots.

But in real life, meeting and parting are normal, and they happen every minute and every second.

Ryan obtained the key 'gold coins' in this encounter. These heavy little things could keep him from having to sleep in the open.

The woman received the "guidance" that could change her destiny.

Maybe it seems that women earn more, but for Ryan, a few insignificant words were exchanged for a bag of gold coins. If this treatment were to be made public, 90% of the bards would be jealous and go crazy.

And if Sett joined their team, perhaps things would go more smoothly.

Bridging the conflict between humans and Vastaya... Ryan felt that this huge contribution was enough to free Sindra!

If the First Land feels that it is not enough, then it can add some Noxians as interest, which is not a difficult task for it.

Therefore, Ryan really didn't think the woman owed him anything, as he said himself: they were even.

The coastal towns with rudimentary commercial features were much more prosperous than the villages in the Navoli province.

But it is still just a prototype.

This means that even if Ryan has gold coins, it is difficult to find a 24-hour hotel.

Looking at the closed doors and windows, he suddenly wondered what use he had for these gold coins.

But after a while, Ryan understood the charm of gold coins.

A boy who was about as tall as his waist saw him and came over to talk to him, saying, "Tourist?"

"I guess so." Ryan looked at the boy, who had a commercialism and maturity that did not belong to his age.

In some ways, he was more of a businessman than the coffee shop owner who called herself Mrs. Piltover.

"Are you looking for a place to stay?" the boy asked skillfully.

"You have?"

"I have a spare room!" the boy replied enthusiastically. "Those hotels won't wait for you late at night, but my door is always open to you travelers!"

Ryan smiled when he heard this, "So what's the price for this opening?"

"One gold coin, no, fifty silver coins!" The boy's eyes had been roaming over Ryan from the beginning, and he finally quoted a price he thought Ryan could accept. "Although it's a bit expensive, you have to know what time it is now!

"Businessmen flock here this season, and even the cheapest hotels raise their prices. And those cheapest hotels are definitely not as good as my house!"

"Then let's go and see my room tonight."

“You won’t be disappointed!”

The boy trotted ahead, leading the way.

Soon they arrived at a residential area.

The coastal location was somewhat humid, but when Ryan opened the door, he found that the boy's home was much drier than outside.

Then he saw the wooden barrels placed in the corner of the room, with ashes ground into powder inside.

This is a specialty of Weili that can absorb moisture.