lol: Bind Syndra at the start

After Sarah 'calmed' on the fact that she needed to face a demon, Ryan asked her what those 'creatures' were.

Sarah's answer gave Ryan a deeper understanding of the world.

“No one knows what they are, perhaps not even they themselves...but the only thing that is certain is that their creation was influenced by magic.

"A great philosopher once said that as long as the probability of an event happening is not zero, then putting it in the long river of time means that the probability of its occurrence is 100%.

“Their ancestors may have been animals, insects, or even stones, but magic mutated their life forms, slowly transforming them into what they are now.

"As for why they appear in Zaun or Bilgewater, it may be because both places are chaotic enough. When order in a place loses its effectiveness, it becomes the best place for filth to accumulate.

"Things that are not tolerated by the secular world will find their place here. If a talking lobster appears in Demacia, no matter how powerful it is, it will be immediately captured by the nearby guards.

"But if a talking lobster appeared in Zaun or Bilgewater, as long as its claws were sharp enough and its shell was strong enough, it could find a 'job' there and make a good living."

In short, those strange creatures are "monsters" that have become spirits but do not have the corresponding strength.

They are like moss clinging to the shadows of the civilized world; no matter how hard you try to clear them away, you can never completely eliminate them.

Over time, those humans who stand on the side of order are too lazy to spend too much time on this group of harmless aliens. The bottom line for these people is that aliens do not affect their lives.

As long as they stay quietly in the shadows, no one will care whether they live or die.

Humans living in chaotic areas like Zaun or Bilgewater care even less about these aliens.

After all, the only difference between them and these aliens is their appearance. As for which one is more evil in their hearts, it is really hard to say.

"I have a subordinate who always deals with people like this. Most of them don't fit the characteristics of demons you mentioned, but there is one who seems very special. My subordinate mentioned it to me. He said that he always sensed some kind of evil power in that 'person'."

"Your subordinate is a magician?" Ryan asked back.

Sarah showed an embarrassed expression. "Magicians are not common outside of Ionia. My subordinate... he is an experienced sailor. He was able to sense that, probably just because of his keen sixth sense."

"Then trust him this time." Ryan believed in this sixth sense that was developed when he was on the verge of life and death.

Since there is no catfish head, it can't be Tam.

But Ryan thought this 'person' might be some being that had contact with demons, or another demon...

After all, Azakana appear in groups, and the negative emotions pursued by these great demons are different. In the absence of conflicts of interest, there is no need for them to deliberately exclude other of the same kind.

Win-win cooperation and mutual benefit are the approaches that every intelligent creature will adopt.

This also gave Ryan more clues and channels.

"Can I go see his friend tomorrow?"

"can."

......

......

The reason why Miss Fortune was able to make a name for herself in the chaotic Bilgewater was not only due to her good looks, but also due to her efficient action.

As the night faded, sunlight illuminated Bilgewater again.

Sarah's red hair was like dancing flames in the light. A white-haired old man was standing in front of her, listening to Miss Fortune's instructions.

"That person is a mysterious and powerful magician. He may be an important force in our fight to defeat Gangplank's forces. So, as long as his demands are not too excessive, we should try our best to meet them..."

In fact, she didn't know Ryan's true strength, but his identity as a magician was enough for her to associate Ryan with strength.

After all, in Bilgewater where everyone still relies on gunpowder, even if Ryan can only cast fireballs with his hands, he can still become a "strong man" that is so terrifying.

When Ryan came out of the room, Sarah had finished her instructions.

So he saw a burly old man who looked like Stallone looking at him with a 'cute' smile.

The old man was not young, but his thick arms were almost as thick as Ryan's waist.

But the cartoon tattoo engraved on Jianqiang San's head betrayed his inner thoughts.

Noticing Ryan's gaze, Sarah took the initiative to explain, "This was his daughter's favorite toy."

"Ah."

Ryan nodded, not asking like a fool, "Where's your daughter?" He knew the answer would most likely be a tragedy.

Sarah had said that most of her men were victims of Gangplank's evil deeds, and it looked like the Pirate King might have killed the sturdy man's daughter.

"His name is Schwarzenegger."

"He deserves the name." Ryan said seriously.

"Shall we go now?" Schwarzenegger was more positive than Ryan.

He hoped that after helping Ryan, this powerful magician Sarah mentioned would help him kill his daughter's enemies.

"it is good."

"Where's the other lady?" Sarah looked across the room.

After knowing Sindra's name, she still addressed her as Madam.

In her own words, a lady with beautiful looks deserves this kind of etiquette.

But in Ryan's opinion, Sarah was just interested in Sindra's stockings.

"She's not interested in demons. She's staying here to guard this tavern for you... Don't worry, if your enemies take the opportunity to cause trouble, it might be good news for you."

For Syndra, who had just sunk an island, it would be no more difficult to crush Gangplank to death than to crush a mouse.

"Then I look forward to his visit..." Sarah felt relieved.

The three of them left the tavern.

On the way, Schwarzenegger talked about this 'friend', "I have known him for about half a year, but in this half year he seems to have become a different person."

"Why did you become a different person?" Ryan asked.

"You'll know when you see him."

Chapter 332 The Devil's Deal

Schwarzenegger's friend lives on the other side of Bilgewater, not right on the coast.

But without the ocean as a trash can, the environment here has become increasingly worse.

All kinds of unpleasant smells made Ryan frown, but he endured them in order to find the devil.

But he was curious, after the demon had a body that could move in the material realm, didn't it also gain a sense of smell?

Schwarzenegger seemed to be familiar with the smell and he deftly avoided the various filth on the ground.

Sarah seemed familiar with this. She looked at Ryan, who was frowning, and said, "You'll get used to it. Most people will be familiar with this smell within five minutes."

"But unfortunately, magic has given me a sense of smell far superior to that of ordinary people."

Ryan scowled.

He never thought that digging would lead him to this kind of thing.

"We're almost there."

Schwarzenegger pointed to the low houses in front.

There were patches on the walls of the house, but this rescue measure only turned a gust of wind into countless streams of air.

"Mark. It's me."

Schwarzenegger went up and knocked on the door.

The thin wooden door trembled under the huge muscles, as if it could be smashed at any time.

The next second, 'bang', a hole appeared on the wooden door.

"Damn it! Do you know how expensive this door is? Even if you sold your entire family's butts, you still couldn't afford it!"

A weak voice echoed from the house.

The owner of the voice quickly opened the door and appeared in front of everyone.

There was resentment on his face, but after seeing Schwarzenegger's muscles, the resentment slowly turned into embarrassment, "I didn't know it was you."

"I just said it was me," Schwarzenegger said.

"My ears haven't been doing well lately..." Mark said in a flattering manner.

Ryan looked at the man.

His skinny body looked like it would fall down at the slightest touch, his waxy yellow teeth still had a few black holes on them, and his deep eye sockets contained a pair of cloudy pupils.

Mark doesn't look very old, but at this moment he gives people a shaky feeling.

"There's an important person who wants to see you."

Schwarzenegger got to the point.

Mark looked at Ryan, then swept his eyes and stopped at Sarah, his flattering look became more intense in an instant, "You are Miss Fortune... I have known about your deeds for a long time.

“Those idiots at the dock always say that you will become a plaything of some big shot, but I always stand up and tell them at times like this that you are the big shot yourself. Even if other captains want to be your dogs, they have to fight for the chance first.

“Whatever you come to me for, no matter what you know about me, Mark will loyally be your pawn!”

"He's the one looking for you."

Sarah looked at Ryan.

There are many people like Mark in Bilgewater. They have no dignity and no self. They can sell out anyone, including themselves, for profit and advantage.

"Is it you?" Mark finally looked at the handsome man in front of him. He initially thought that this man was Miss Fortune's midnight toy, but this did not affect his flattery. After all, even a midnight toy was better than him.

"You look like..."

"Put away your poor compliments." Ryan interrupted Mark, "I want to ask about a 'person'."

"You said I would tell you as soon as I knew it."

Mark's attitude was straightforward.

Although he himself and the environment around him were uncomfortable.

But Ryan liked his attitude. "Have you ever seen a large man with a catfish head and a strange outfit made of two trench coats stitched together?"

"I..." Mark hesitated.

Schwarzenegger accurately captured this hesitation and picked up Mark as if he was picking up a mop.

"Honestly, Mark."

Schwarzenegger shook his arms while threatening, causing Mark to sway with a certain rhythm.

"I said...I said!"

Mark struggled and shouted.

Schwarzenegger put him down after hearing this, but his warning gaze was fixed on Mark. "Next time it won't be a warning. You know my temper."

"I know, of course I know..." Mark rubbed his dry skin, his tone a little desperate, "but it doesn't allow me to mention him to outsiders."

"You know him?" Ryan asked.

"I know..." Between dying today and dying tomorrow, Mark chose to die tomorrow. "That was half a year ago. I met him in the bar..."

Mark told his story.

It was an ordinary night.

After get off work at the fishing grounds, he was ready to go to the bar to indulge himself. At his age, men with a wealthy family or ability would usually find a woman.

But he couldn't find it because he had neither family background nor ability.

His father squandered the family savings, and his mother...went out with a businessman from another place.

His optimism made him not in a hurry to find a woman. After all, for him, it would be better to spend his money with a woman and then watch her leave with a richer man ten years later.

It would be better to spend the money on women who make you happy. At least they will not be perfunctory to you or look at you with prejudice. They will only concentrate on soothing your nervousness and letting you fall into a comfortable dream.

But that night, before Mark could find a familiar introducer, a burly figure sat down opposite him.

The man called himself "Two Coats". He first showed off his clothes and then asked Mark what he wanted...

It is impossible for the people of Bilgewater to be without desires.

Mark has many desires, which are usually covered up by his optimistic excuses.

But in fact he wanted a new life.