lol: Bind Syndra at the start

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When the sun was at its highest, Pland returned to the boat dragging several sacks.

He considered himself a detail-oriented person, so he took a detour to buy some daily necessities.

The continuous busyness made his back a little bent, but when he put down his daily necessities and saw Ryan walking out of the cabin, Pland felt that the busyness was worth it.

In seven and a half hours, his life will reach a turning point!

"What did you buy?" Ryan asked casually.

"Food, drink, and daily necessities..." Prund said, "A mature captain will always consider all matters carefully."

"So when do we leave?"

Ryan looked toward the shore.

The location here is not remote, but it is not very lively either.

He saw many women and children on the street, which proved that it was not as dangerous as Pland said.

After all, Bilgewater is a port city, even though everyone knows that it is the pirates' lair.

But if you want to make a city run, it certainly can't be done by just a bunch of pirates gathering together.

If there were only pirates here, this place might become a mass grave or a wasteland, but there would definitely not be any proper commercial or factory buildings.

If Plande was kind-hearted, he could let them disembark here.

Although he did many good deeds in Ionia, Lion was not a saint at heart.

He could see a lot of stories behind Plunder's face, but even putting aside those sins.

If he and Syndra were ordinary people, their fate would be miserable.

When dealing with evil people, you don't need to think too much.

"We can't leave today..." Prund pretended to be regretful, but his eyes were full of warning. "I heard that there are several pirate groups fighting nearby recently. If you go in or out rashly, you will be swept up in it.

“We counted ourselves lucky that we didn’t encounter them when we came here, but if we want to survive we have to wait until they finish fighting.

"And we are really lucky. I met an old friend here. He runs a hotel here and invited us to visit him tonight."

"us?"

Ryan asked back.

"Yes, me, you, and your girlfriend." Prund said with a smile, "Tonight at 8 o'clock, he said he would prepare some Bilgewater specialties for you."

"Then I'll wait and see."

Chapter 324 White Harbor

Specialties generally refer to products that are unique to a certain place or are particularly famous.

Ryan wondered what Bilgewater's specialty was, but in the end he didn't remember any description of this specialty in the background.

No matter what, at least I can see one more thing I have never seen before, which is a good thing for both myself and Syndra.

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Time always passes faster than you imagine, especially when he is with Sindra, Ryan feels like Jerry who has fallen into a rice jar.

Although there is a 'one month' ban.

However, normal physical contact such as bumping and rubbing is not considered a violation.

Furthermore.

Friends who have had experience in love know that when two people are in the honeymoon period, even if they lie together and do nothing, they will feel as if time has accelerated.

Sindra didn't speak most of the time, but she would stare at Ryan with her beautiful purple eyes.

The eyes are the windows to the soul, and Sindra's windows are full of tenderness.

Ryan would choose a comfortable lying position, usually with his head resting on Syndra's plump thighs.

But sometimes he would just lean on Sindra's arms. These two postures had one thing in common, that is, their heads were resting on something soft...

The soft touch would make Ryan forget his tiredness, and in return he would keep searching his mind for interesting things.

From the customs and culture of Ionia to rumors and legends, there will be many of your own experiences mixed in here.

Sometimes Ryan would also tell some stories from another world depending on the specific situation.

For Sindra, this kind of 'telling' is a way to touch the world.

Ryan keenly noticed that although Sindra, who had been sealed for many years, remained curious about the world, she did not seem to want to contact it herself.

This is not surprising. Those Japanese otakus are unwilling to interact with society after just a few years, but Syndra has been sealed for much longer than them.

Everyone has their own way of feeling comfortable, and Sindra likes this way.

I don't rule out becoming Syndra's 'eyes' and 'ears', which means this model can exist.

Ryan's eyes swept across the window, and the sky was gradually getting darker.

Thick fog spread from the sea, shrouding the entire port in darkness.

This scene reminded him of a similar picture.

After shaking his head slightly and gently rubbing the softness below with the back of his head, Ryan talked about his encounter with the Conde couple.

He hoped that this incident would let Syndra know that there were indeed many "bad people" in Ionia, but there were always some good people.

They will be kind to those around them, even to an 'enemy' who has hurt them.

When the story reached its end, Ryan was about to elevate the theme and point out the main point of the story, when he suddenly found that the gentle gaze looking at him became sharp.

This 'accident' made him a little flustered, and he immediately began to recall what he had said wrong.

But after thinking about it, Ryan couldn't find the problem.

I was clearly telling a 'fairy tale' about a girl in distress who met a kind couple.

The next second, Sindra's pleasant but questioning voice rang out, "What's the name of the girl in this story?"

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Ryan looked at Sindra with some disbelief.

"what?"

"What's that girl's name?"

"...Riven."

Ryan was inexplicably flustered, but he knew he couldn't look away now.

Avoiding sight means panic and lying.

"Is her hair also silver?" Sindra lifted a strand of her hair thoughtfully.

"Seems to be."

Ryan made his voice firmer.

"She's a lucky person and I'd like to meet her if I get the chance."

"Haha, I guess there's no chance." Ryan realized that what he said was a bit deliberate, so he changed his words and said, "But if fate allows, maybe we can meet again."

"Bang bang bang..."

A knock on the door interrupted Sindra's subsequent words.

Ryan looked at Plunder's ugly face and suddenly felt that he was a little more pleasing to the eye.

"The time has come for you to wear this on your heads. Beauty is no safer here than gold."

Prund threw two headlocks.

It is a head covering made of wool to keep out the cold.

It's early spring now, but the nights at the seaside are still damp and cold, so wearing this isn't particularly strange.

"Put it on first..." Ryan turned back to look at Sindra, "Want to go out for a walk?"

"it is good."

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White Harbor is not a single port.

Its name comes from a kind of white bird droppings that accumulate on the ground, and from a distance it looks like the whole place is plunged into white.

No Bilgewater person would bother to deal with such excrement, but everything that exists has its reasons and uses.

Since when, this place has become the resting place of the dead.

The people of Bilgewater will throw the bodies into the sea, and the tombstones will be replaced with floats that are more suitable for the local environment.

They huddled together like layers of death, gazing out at Bilgewater from the surface of the sea.

Kylo's figure appeared in a remote corner of White Harbor under the dim moonlight.

Following his footsteps were several cowering figures.

This is one of Bilgewater's "specialties" - the dock rat.

They look several times larger than ordinary mice. When someone falls to the ground due to drunkenness or other reasons, they will swarm over him and make him lie down forever.

"Go away!"

Kylo roared at the rats with some annoyance.

But this roar was only met with a sharper squeak.

Helplessly, he could only quicken his pace, but as the distance got closer, his gaze, which had finally become firm, became weak again.

Just as he began to fantasize about whether he could go back directly.

When he told others that the crazy woman had killed someone and he had only gone to see the corpse, a figure appeared in the distance.

The figure was not very tall, and it was obviously cold at night.

But she was still wearing cool clothes, and her slender waist was directly in contact with the cold air. The white lace lifted the heavy burden, making Kylo lick his lips involuntarily.

The weakness in his eyes was replaced by another kind of greed.

Drinking makes people brave.

The same can be said for color.

Kylo looked at his gun. The high-tech weapon from Piltover gave him courage.

He even began to imagine how he would humiliate the figure in front of him when she begged under him tonight.

But at this moment, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have to meet another group of people...

Take your time.

Kylo quickened his pace. Under Miss Fortune's gaze, he put his hands behind his waist so that he could draw his weapon at any time.

"Where is he?" Kylo asked in a commanding tone. "You said you would bring him."

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Brothers, is my plot combination clever?

Chapter 325 Trading

Miss Fortune glanced at Kylo, ​​ignoring the lust in his eyes, then looked at the other's arm placed behind his waist.

"Where's what I want?"

"I'm asking you, bitch!" Kylo's tongue and teeth pressed together.

He looked at the box of rum under Miss Fortune's hips, then at the lady's cigar between her lips, and finally at the long rope in her hand. "Where's the man I want? Are you planning to use yourself as a bargaining chip?"

“You don’t have the initiative,” Miss Fortune said flatly, loosening her grip on the rope.

The pulley rolled... There was a noise behind the wine box. Kylo turned his head and saw a coffin behind the wine box, which was slowly sinking to the sea surface as the rope slid.