lol: Bind Syndra at the start

The man was an officer of Noxus and had come into contact with the Black Rose.

It was a mission where they were asked to cooperate with the Black Rose.

It was also at that time that he realized that this group of people was both dangerous and powerful.

But no matter what, in his cognition, they are all Noxians.

Maybe the factions are different, but at least the positions are consistent.

"Do you know what you are doing?! Attacking a Noxian officer during wartime is tantamount to treason!"

The man scolded the figure.

He remembered that he was in Balue just a second ago, just coming out of the boxing ring after training the hybrid dog.

I originally planned to quietly investigate what was going on in Wuji Sword Village.

But the next second, I was already here...

Thinking of this, the man's breathing suddenly stopped. He looked at his stripped body and realized a serious problem.

"Damn lunatic! Where did you put the glass bottle on me!?"

He remembered clearly how powerful that flame was.

Just one drop of the potion is enough to burn a large area.

If this crazy woman hadn't placed the bottle properly and even a little bit of it had spilled, they would both have been burned to death.

Amid the man's hysterical screams.

The figure finally moved. She turned around and looked at the man, smiling softly and said:

"That bottle... I threw it on the street."

Chapter 197 Rose and Officer

"On the street..."

The man muttered to himself.

He could understand every word the woman said, but he couldn't figure out what they meant when put together.

If the bottle is thrown onto the street, will the street still exist?

Then he thought of himself. If the bottle was lost, how could he go to Wuji Sword Village and set another fire as planned?

The man thought of a lot in an instant.

But in the end, all thoughts converged on one question: how could he get rid of the crime?

In fact, after realizing the other party's identity, although his current situation was not optimistic, he was not too panicked.

He was no longer in Noxus, nor was he the small officer stationed in a camp.

Now he represents the will of the Noxian Empire, and every Noxian knows how much the Empire values ​​war.

No one can defy the will of the empire.

Any move against himself would be equivalent to interfering with the empire's strategy.

He didn't think the woman in front of him and the Black Rose behind her would dare to do anything in such a place.

"Do you really know what you're doing?"

He looked at the woman. Even though he was the one tied up and unable to move, his gaze revealed a condescending attitude.

This was the courage the empire gave him.

"Oh? What am I doing?" The woman's voice was still light, like a ball of cotton.

The Noxian officer frowned when he didn't get the expected response. He shouted again, "You are committing treason! Do you know what your actions mean? Not even the Black Rose can protect you!"

"Why does Black Rose need to protect me?"

The woman ignored the other person's scolding.

She turned around, the moonlight shining on her face.

This is a very delicate cheek, but unfortunately there is a scar on the chin that seriously affects the overall appearance.

The scar was like a giant centipede crawling on it, moving hideously along with the movement of the woman's lips.

The Noxian officer suddenly sensed a sense of danger. He glared at the woman, his voice already a little timid, "Are you trying to disrupt the relationship between the Black Rose and the military?"

"The Black Rose has never had anything to do with the military..." The woman looked over, her eyes as calm as water, "and the military won't know what happened here. No one will remember an unknown officer who died in Ionia.

"You set a fire in Baru'e, and those swordsmen were just looking for someone to vent their anger on. Then a Noxian officer came into their sight and was killed by them. Don't you think that's reasonable?"

"you......"

The Noxian officer finally felt the fear creeping in. He slowly lowered his voice, "Why are you doing this? What good will killing me do for you?"

"Killing you will do no good."

The woman ignored the officer's fear and looked out the window again. "You are merely a nameless pawn in the plan, so there is no need to dwell on the meaning of your own death... because it is meaningless."

"..."

The officer felt an invisible chill strangling his neck.

He heard a kind of indifference in the woman's words, indifference towards his own life.

This reminded him of what he had done in the past. He could sense this indifference in an instant because he treated the Ionian boxers in the same way.

But after the positions were reversed, the ignored party obviously did not feel good.

"Mad, crazy, crazy." He cursed madly in a low voice.

But after a few seconds, he suddenly raised his head again, and said humbly, as if he had become a different person: "You don't have to kill me. I am willing to join you. I can be your pawn in the military!"

"I am indeed here to win people over..." The woman's words gave the officer hope, but the next second the woman looked out the window again.

The alchemical flames did not cause any fundamental impact on the town. The clear sky allowed her to clearly see what was happening outside... including the figure that had hovered over the town not long ago.

"...But unfortunately, the person I want to win over is not a useless military scum like you who betrayed glory in a short time."

The officer lowered his head, not because of shame, but because he was thinking of other solutions.

Betrayal and loyalty are often only one step away. After crossing that line, things that seemed extremely difficult in the past will suddenly become natural.

"But you can't win over those who value honor more than life..." The officer felt his mind suddenly become more active, perhaps it didn't want to stop thinking forever, "No matter who you want to win over, keeping me is better than killing me.

"I know your methods. You can place a spell on me... maybe I can help you win over the person you want?"

This time the woman's expression finally changed. "You make a lot of sense..."

She slowly walked in front of the officer, and the moment she raised her finger, a golden light flashed.

He gently tapped the officer's eyebrows, and the light sank into them.

"Despicable soldier, your betrayal has earned you a chance to survive, but if your attempt to win you over fails, you will still die."

"!"

The officer breathed a sigh of relief at first, but then turned fierce again, "You have to tell me who you want to win over!"

"You don't deserve to know."

"..." After a suppressed silence, the officer's voice was a little hoarse, "I just need a rough identity."

"An...Ionian."

"What is he doing recently? Or does he have any goals?"

The woman looked at the officer. She could sense from him a carefree attitude, someone willing to give up everything for the sake of survival. "He's fighting against you."

The officer breathed a sigh of relief again; this answer was not surprising.

How could the Ionians not be enemies of the Noxians?

But it was precisely because of this that he felt he could survive!

Because he is a Noxian, even a Noxian officer.

If you can’t deal with others, can’t you deal with your own people?

"Pandering to someone's needs is the first step in winning them over. Let them gradually get used to this 'benefit' and let down their guard. Then, at some point, suddenly tell them that if they want the benefit, they'll need to trade their loyalty..."

The officer was not talking about some method of winning over others.

This was how he dealt with the boxers when he was in charge of the Noxian boxing ring.

But in his opinion, there is no difference between the two.

It's nothing more than a means to drive others to do things for you.

And these words once again made the woman feel that they made sense.

She softened her attitude slightly, looked at the officer again and asked, "So what benefit can I give him now?"

The officer thought briefly and said, "Tell him the next move of the Noxian military."

Chapter 198 Letter

No matter how deep the night is, it will end with the rising dawn.

The warehouse was not a suitable place to sleep, so Ryan found a corner and simply took a nap for a few hours.

For him now, sleep is necessary, but not too much.

Its greatest function is not to allow him to rest, but to allow him to maintain his human habits.

Eating is the same idea. If Ryan wanted to, he could feed on energy just like Shujian.

However, after tasting the energy once, he completely discarded this idea.

In another world he was familiar with, there was an act similar to tasting energy, which was called "drinking northwest wind".

Seti did not sleep all night.

He and his group of burly brothers experienced a major turning point in their lives last night.

As the 'boss', he undoubtedly has an extra burden than others.

He spent the whole night thinking about whether his choice was right.

Hatred can indeed drive people forward, but progress driven solely by hatred will always seem a bit "thin".

He kept wondering what he could gain by going against Noxus, apart from revenge.

There is no way to find out what you can provide to others by just daydreaming.

So after a whole night, Sett's thoughts were still spinning.

Lion saw the confusion on Seti's face.

If Sett had called him uncle last night according to seniority, he might have sat down and comforted him.

but now......

"Want to go out and take a look?"

This is Ryan's greatest kindness at this stage.

"it is good."

Seti agreed.

The two men left the warehouse quietly without waking up anyone else.

The warehouse is located in a corner of the town, which is not a residential area. If you walk a little further, you can see countless slaughterhouses or fish processing plants.

There are people pushing food carts between the field and the factory, using the freshest leftovers to prepare a very substantial breakfast for the workers.

Se paid for two bowls.

When the warm fish soup flowed into his abdomen, he suddenly felt that the taste of life had returned.

“Life is like this. You can never predict what will happen in the next second, but no matter what happens, the only thing you can do is to keep going…”

Ryan added a word of 'chicken soup' for the sake of the fish soup.

Seti thought thoughtfully that in his previous environment, no one would speak such flowery words.

Regardless of whether the core of such words can stand up to scrutiny, they always arouse endless imagination when heard at first. Otherwise, some public intellectuals would not be able to make so much money with these things in a certain period of time.

Past the fish processing plant and slaughterhouse, the housing becomes slightly denser.