lol: Bind Syndra at the start

The bat took shape and flew out of the carriage.

"I'll have someone investigate first. Maybe there will be results tomorrow night. This kind of thing can't be rushed."

"it is good."

Ryan pretended to look at the street scene in thought.

He only had two suspects in his mind, either Anbesa or the "murderer" in the original book.

But there was no way to tell Fledimir about the other suspect for the time being, after all, they had just established a good cooperative relationship.

And this relationship was established without telling Black Rose, so there was a bit of an NTR mentality.

......

And somewhere outside of Piltover.

A golden light flashed in the dim environment, and Mel's figure was bound by thorns.

A woman in a white robe looked at Mel's cheek. She was not the Black Rose killer in the original anime.

But the rose symbol engraved on her white robe revealed her identity - a member of the Black Rose.

Chapter 342 The Persistent Black Rose

"A bastard who stole magic."

The vague sound woke Mel up. She felt like she was tied up by some kind of chains or thick hemp ropes, with her hands fixed behind her back and her legs forced into some weird posture.

The uneven feeling extended from her lower abdomen to her chest. A thick and long "rope" fixed her body, and then separated at the collarbone, passed around her neck and wrapped around her back.

Mel could feel a slight pain from these 'ropes', and at the same time as she felt the pain, she knew she had lost the qualification to pretend.

The way people react to pain while asleep is completely different from the way they react to pain while awake. Mel could see this herself, and she believed that her captor could see it too.

"who are you?"

Mel slowly opened her eyes and found that she was tied up by a plant-like vine.

In front of him was a completely unfamiliar woman. The pretty white dress she wore was enough to leave a deep impression on anyone, and Mel was sure that he had never seen such a dress in his entire life.

"What do you say?"

Ms. White Rose spoke in a cold tone, and the moonlight shone on her cheeks, outlining her cool and beautiful facial features.

Compared to the rough feeling of the Red Rose Lady, the White Rose Lady gave Mel the feeling of an iceberg.

This attitude made Mel a little stunned. She had never met such a "straightforward" person before. The other party's firm question was as if if she didn't recognize her identity, it would be her own problem.

Fortunately...the other party's confidence is supported.

Mel saw the mark on the dress, "Black Rose."

"You could have been our sister, but your mother hid you away. And you... after knowing your fate, you chose to betray us. What was there in that weak city-state that you were so attached to?"

The way the White Rose lady speaks continues the tradition of the Black Rose.

God knows where LeBlanc collected so many silly beauties with different styles.

Or in other words, only those who are both stupid and beautiful can make it to the management level in Black Rose!

If it were a sq plot novel, then the Black Rose would be the dreamland of all male protagonists.

But in this world, it will only make people stunned.

Mel was very surprised now. She knew that many unpleasant things had happened between Black Rose and her mother in recent years.

His brother died at the hands of the Black Rose, the Midalda family's business suffered heavy losses, and he directly rejected the secret invitation that the Black Rose delivered to him.

Based on these circumstances, she could understand why Black Rose kidnapped her.

But...why didn't she just kill herself?

Mel looked at Miss White Rose and asked, "What do you want to gain by capturing me?"

"We don't want anything, we just want to give you a chance..." Ms. White Rose's attitude was still arrogant. Just when Mel wanted to reject their invitation to join the Black Rose again, the voice rang again.

"...We can forget about your past, including your mother's offense to us, but you must help us win over someone."

When this 'person' was mentioned, an expression finally appeared on Ms. White Rose's icy face. It was an expression of anticipation mixed with uneasiness.

"Who?" Mel asked subconsciously.

"Lion...an Ionian. You should have met him." Lady White Rose pronounced the name carefully, because in many ancient legends, chanting the name of a strong man would also cause the other party to feel it.

"I have indeed seen him." Mel hid his doubts in his heart and pretended to be calm on the surface. "How can I help you win him over?"

"If you can help Black Rose gain his favor in any way, we will be your strongest backing."

It was an offer Mel couldn't refuse.

She had always wanted to cooperate with Ryan. She could tell from his eyes that he was a truly good person.

Although I don’t know why Black Rose values ​​Ryan so much, this seems to be a good thing for me.

"Then you have to let me go first."

"I will let you go, but not now... Your man went to Ryan for help a while ago. We will send you to Ryan in a while, and you can tell your man that he saved you."

Ms. White Rose talked about the plot she had thought of.

Mel relaxed after realizing she was in no danger. She even dared to ask teasingly, "Then who did he save me from?"

“…” Ms. White Rose had not thought of this yet.

But Mel had already thought of the answer for her, "My mother kidnapped me. She wanted to use me as a threat to force Jace to agree to her war theory."

"That's a good excuse." Ms. White Rose looked at Mel with a slightly better expression.

Mel, noticing this, immediately said, "I have another request."

"explain."

"I can help you win over Ryan, but you don't need to forgive my mother's offense. You can continue to retaliate against her. As for compensation in this regard, you can provide me with more help in other areas."

Ms. White Rose stared at Mel for a long time. "I heard that the tradition of the Midalda family is that mothers are kind and daughters are filial..."

Mel smiled, "Yes, this is my way of being filial."

......

......

Almost at the same time.

Jace arrived at the door of the Qilaman family in the cover of night. Through the black fence, he could see the brightly lit Qilaman manor.

When he had just graduated from Piltover University, he had come here to find Caitlin. At that time, he had to wait outside for the butler's message every time. The huge manor meant that it took half an hour to convey the simplest message.

But now it was different… Councillor Tallis puffed out his chest.

He knew that coming here at this time was a dangerous thing, but on the one hand, he didn't want to return to an empty home and wait for fate to decide; on the other hand, he believed that the relationship between him and Caitlin was not completely alienated.

Perhaps he could get some information from Caitlin, and at least he could keep Mel safe.

The guard at the door saw the respected Councillor Tallis and took the initiative to step forward and said, "Hello."

"I'm looking for Caitlin."

Jace spoke up.

"Okay, wait a minute."

The guard trotted into the manor.

Jace's figure was illuminated by the lights not far away, casting a long and narrow shadow behind him.

This time the waiting time was much shorter than before. Less than ten minutes had passed when the guard hurried back.

"I'm sorry, Councillor Tallis, Miss Caitlin isn't home."

Jace's expression hardened as the guard spoke.

He raised his head and looked at the Chiraman family crest hanging high above the manor, his eyes gradually becoming firm.

Chapter 343 The Disadvantages of Blood Magic

Mel is busy being kidnapped;

Black Rose was busy trying to find a way to win over Ryan;

Ambesa was busy plotting in the dark;

Jace was busy hitting walls and busy picking up perseverance from despair.

Ryan also had his own busy schedule. He first visited the entire manor under Vladimir's introduction.

Sindra and Maura are still in the studio. The time required to create a real large-scale painting is calculated in days.

Ordinary people need to stop and rest for a long time, but Sindra who has mastered darkness and Maura who has learned blood magic are obviously not ordinary people.

They might still be working in the studio for a few days, and Ryan needed to entertain himself during this time.

Frankly speaking, even with the memories of two worlds, he still felt that he lacked sufficient understanding of the lives of the rich.

Whether it was their lifestyle, consumption concepts... or their attitude towards the world, they all felt unfamiliar to Ryan.

The value of an antique painting is enough to support hundreds of children to grow up safely to the age of eighteen;

The value of one bottle is enough to sustain a Piltover family for two full years;

A doorknob... Even if a Zaun person worked two jobs day and night, it would take five years to afford it...

The resources of any world are like the magic of the rune world, only in the hands of a few people.

Ryan walked through the flowers of antiques, with traces of time and history on both sides, the pinnacle of human thinking and the essence of art... But as an ordinary person who didn't know how to appreciate them, he could only smell the odor of rotting wood.

He had been to Goucha Temple before, where many precious works were also preserved, many of which were of inestimable value.

But Ryan didn't feel the same way as he does now. He thought it might be because the two had different pursuits.

The core meaning of the masters' pursuit of art is to preserve for the world the artistic brilliance that flashed across history, so that future generations can know the thoughts and discoveries of artists and scholars from hundreds and thousands of years ago.

The masters who have countless precious works are actually not financially well-off. They seldom sell their good works. After the occasional sales offset the cost of creation, the remaining price is only enough for them to have a drink in the pub.

They are like ascetics in the long river of art, dedicating their lives to art.

And represented by Vladimir... no.

Vladimir may not be among them. In his words, he bought these things simply because he needed these things as a foil for a certain role he played before.

He himself is "living history". What he pursues is far more than gold coins and works of art. He is pursuing an eternal possibility.

"Most of them don't really understand these things. They just know from childhood that so-and-so's work is good and so-and-so's style is like... If you ask them why this style is good, why this person's work is like this...

“…most of them can give you a long speech, but if you ask them the same question again after a while, they will definitely give you a completely different answer.

"If someone exposes this, they won't get anxious. Instead, they'll tell you that appreciation of art is inherently subjective, and a person's interpretation of a work of art is constantly changing at different stages of life."

Vladimir laughed when he said this. "So for them, these things are meaningful, because they can help them develop the ability to tell lies and be thick-skinned from a young age."

Ryan nodded noncommittally, this indeed touched upon his blind spot.

Vladimir did not take this opportunity to show off, but quickened his pace and walked to the back garden.

Ryan saw an exquisite garden with carefully designed canals and various strange-looking flowers, exuding brilliant colors and exotic fragrances.

At the very center is a field of beautiful flowers that glow in the dark, with hundreds of butterflies dancing around them in the low sky.

Compared to the boring antique artworks, Ryan felt that he could understand this garden.

This is the purest and most natural beauty, and even the people of Zaun who have never read a book will be immersed in it.

"This is the night flower... They can only be seen here on the Valoran continent." Vladimir's tone was full of pride.

Among his countless travels and adventures, the night flower is one of his most treasured gains.

"A specialty of Fuguang Island." Ryan can chat briefly here.

"Do you know Fukumitsu Island?"

"Yes, there are always ancient journals in Ionia that record lost secrets. The Blessed Isles are now the Shadow Isles."

It was rare for Vladimir to find someone who knew about Fukumitsu Island, but when he wanted to have a deep conversation with him, he felt that the memory of Fukumitsu Island was just a vague patch.

He remembered that he had been to that island and had seen a lot on that island...but those memories were like being covered by a curtain. He could see the outlines but not the clear details.

Ryan saw the confusion on Vladimir's face, although the background story did not mention the disadvantages of blood magic.