lol: Bind Syndra at the start

Ryan and Vladimir laughed at the same time.

It's not that Mel is stupid, but her situation and position have always limited her thinking.

Ryan watched the guard slowly get up from the ground and run inside under his attack, which had been weakened countless times. He turned to Mel and said:

"Then let's make another rule, that fists are the rules!"

Chapter 411 The truth is only within range

The times and environment do restrict and constrain a person's thinking.

The simplest example is that those brilliant ancient people would still give explanations for certain objective cognitions that seem extremely "superstitious" to modern people because of the level of technology at that time.

This is not because they are dumber than modern people who have received nine years of compulsory education, but simply because modern people see the world by standing on the shoulders of countless generations of giants.

Mel is smart, but the environment she grew up in always confines her cognition to her own world.

If you want to change this situation, you have to break her world first and then let her rebuild it slowly.

The place of Piltover is relatively special in the entire Rune Universe because of its high level of social perfection.

A perfect society is bound to be more complex than other places, and the effectiveness of "brute force" here is indeed weakened to some extent.

That's why the councilors here are ordinary people, while other places...whether it's Noxus, Demacia, Shurima, or even the Freljord, the leaders are all strong people.

"Institutions can indeed, to a certain extent, enable city-states to develop more efficiently. In most cases, they can even replace power with derivative products like rules, becoming a way to constrain and punish others.

"But... no matter how many complex patterns and brilliant colors you paint on a piece of white paper, it can't change the fact that it's just paper. When someone has the ability to tear it apart, all the embellishments and renderings are useless."

Ryan understands this all too well.

Or perhaps it was his motherland, through its own development, that taught him and his compatriots that truth is only within the range of cannons.

This kind of thing is easy to say, but hard to make others understand.

Because when separated from that context and historical comparison, this sentence can easily become tasteless chicken soup.

Mel didn't understand. Ryan's words didn't shock her as much as Ryan's actions.

But Vladimir looked at Ryan for a while longer, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

He felt that he seemed to have underestimated the darkness again. The other party was not only "disconnected" from others in terms of strength, but also in terms of cognition.

"The easiest way to get people to follow the rules is to demonstrate strength. This behavior may seem barbaric, but isn't it this barbarism that makes Noxus so terrifying?"

Ryan turned his head and looked at Mel, "The situation now is different from the previous one. When facing the waves, you and Jace need to hold the rudder firmly in your own hands."

The difference between the dark-skinned beauty and the silly beauty is that the latter is more self-centered and many of her ideas are deeply rooted.

As for the former, she might not understand what Ryan was saying right now, but Vladimir's expression told her that she had to remember these principles.

"So what do we do next?" Mel asked.

"I originally wanted to have the guards go in and tell the people inside what happened outside, and then let them come out on their own. It would also be more convenient for us to deal with them on the street so that others can see how we handled the matter.

"But now it seems they are afraid to come out."

Ryan perceived that countless gazes were converging on him from the nearby streets.

There is no live broadcast in this world, but these spies must have their own ways to pass on information to their masters.

Unfortunately, they could not see what happened next.

"Let's go. If they don't come out, we'll go in."

Ryan walked inside.

The night became his shawl at this moment, and the moonlight pulled out a black carpet for him.

Vladimir and Mel followed behind him. The three of them made crisp footsteps, which were extremely eye-catching in the quiet street... It was as if ghosts emerged from the darkness and were taking lives of the living.

Ryan didn't know that his righteous act was highlighted by the environment and the gloom attached to the darkness.

But even if he knew, he probably wouldn't care.

After all, playing a villain occasionally can give you a different kind of pleasure.

The building was filled with signs of panic. Exquisite ornaments lay scattered in the corridors, and many places on the walls where paintings should have been hung were now left with only rectangular outlines of dust.

It is likely that the people of the Kiraman family had put up some soft bone paintings in order to please the Noxians, and now that Lady Piltover has come to visit, they hurriedly took those things down.

"Is there a back door here?" Ryan asked Mel.

“Yes, but the back leads directly to the upper city.”

This was originally designed to make it easier for nobles to kneel or to win over the Noxians.

But as the situation changed, this design became a trapped beast.

“That means there’s no backdoor.”

Ryan walked slowly deeper.

A noisy argument slowly began to rise from the front, mixed with roars and sobs.

Many fence-sitters have one thing in common: they don't have the courage to face the strong, but when they attack their own people, each punch is heavier than the last.

Now the Chiraman family is staging this scene of moral degradation and distorted human nature.

When facing the blame from the next generation, several old men put on a dignified look and blamed the younger generations for their incompetence in a tone even angrier than the other party.

But with Ryan's appearance, this scene slowly turned into a silent comedy.

The old men opened their mouths, not knowing what to say;

The young man wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy, but was stopped by the cold gaze of the man in the scarlet robe.

In the end, it was a character familiar to Ryan who stepped out from the crowd.

Caitlin has lost a lot of weight compared to before, but this weight loss has made her cheek contours more distinct, giving people a feeling of stubbornness and uprightness.

Her appearance made the old men who were shouting the loudest in front shrink their necks, because after Caitlin and Anbesa got in touch, they squeezed Caitlin out of the decision-making level.

After all, no one wants to give up such a big thing of "bringing honor to the family" to others.

But now they instinctively choose to lose their memory and pretend not to see it. After all, no one wants to do such a "humiliating" thing.

"Make an offer, as long as we can afford it, we will give it to you."

Caitlin said directly.

The experiences during this period made her mature quickly.

In the family feud of a large family, human feelings will only become cold, cold, cold, cold, cold...

The old men wanted to refute.

But Ryan was quicker than them. He raised his hand and pointed at the old men and the middle-class members of the family behind them. "We can negotiate, but we have to collect some 'tea money' first."

As Ryan's voice fell.

A scarlet shadow suddenly rose up and rushed towards the direction where Ryan's finger was pointing.

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Happy holidays, brothers.

Chapter 412 Waste Utilization

No one present understood what "tea fee" meant.

Even in Ryan's former world, the younger children would not know the existence of "tea money".

But this "tea fee" is indeed a product of chaos and error at a certain stage. Ryan thinks it is very appropriate to use it here and at this time.

And except for himself and Mel beside him, no one else should have the mind or time to think about what strange words he had just said.

The scarlet light flowed in the spacious hall, as if it had turned into a river of blood hanging high in the air.

Vladimir's figure was suspended above the flowing river of blood, and his eyes seemed to be reflected in a scarlet color.

Ryan called him over, saying he was looking for a consultant.

But in fact, he also wanted to find an opportunity and channel for Vladimir to vent his anger. If he continued to soak himself in the pool, the backlash of the blood magic might appear decades earlier, and then he would have to take action himself.

Moreover, after going through the time tunnel, seeing the future and the past, and having a long chat with Victor in white robes, and then running back to attack a group of 'Muggles'... Ryan felt that it was a bit too boring.

Even if I play a villain, I want to play the kind of high-level villain who plans and strategizes, rather than the gangster who rushes to the front to hack and fight.

Vladimir, who was standing above the river of blood, seemed to suddenly sense something. He turned around and looked at Ryan.

The latter immediately revealed a simple smile.

Vladimir's gaze lingered for a moment, and he finally decided to take it out on the people below.

The scarlet river of blood now had several branches, like countless fine scarlet threads spreading out in the air, and then spreading towards different targets. The whole process was filled with a smooth beauty.

Blood magic is not a kind of magic for show or viewing.

The reason for this visual effect is simply because Vladimir also felt that killing Muggles was boring, so... he wanted to add some variety to the process.

The Qilaman people who were locked in by the Qi felt as if their necks were restrained by some invisible force, which made them lose the strength to run and shout.

The entire hall was as quiet as a theater that was about to close.

No one dared to make a sound at this moment; even breathing was filled with dullness and depression.

A scarlet thread brushed across Caitlin's cheek, and then the flesh quickly festered, turning into a bleeding wound.

Caitlin bit her lip and didn't make any unnecessary movements.

When the news of the Noxian defeat came back, she had already prepared for the worst.

The current situation looks bad, but it is actually much better than she imagined. She originally thought that the entire Qilaman family would be expelled, but now it seems that there is still a chance to sit down and talk.

As for this so-called tea fee...

Caitlin turned her head slightly and followed the scarlet thread with the corner of her eyes.

When they touched the objects designated by Ryan, the scarlet threads did not float away as lightly as they had just brushed past their faces, but slowly entered the bodies of those people in a silent fear.

"Wow..."

Suddenly, a noisy sound of water was heard, as if the water was boiling.

But the strange thing is that there is no water source nearby.

Some people turned in the direction of the voice, only to see their elders' faces flushed red.

The next second, all the doubts in everyone's mind were answered.

Following a slight cracking sound, more than a dozen scarlet flowers suddenly bloomed throughout the hall.

Ryan raised his arm at this moment, and a gloomy aura lingered in front of him, blowing the flying 'petals' in other directions.

The fear that had been suppressed for so long finally erupted at this moment. Some people collapsed to the ground, some shouted loudly, and some tried to leave in a panic like headless flies, but they bumped into the wall behind them...

After a brief period of silence, the atmosphere in the entire hall finally became lively and noisy again.

Mel's expression did not change at all because of this scene. After all, she was born in the Midalda family and had experienced a bloody growth since childhood.

Although Anbesa's methods are not as mysterious as Vladimir's, they are no less bloody.

"Is that enough?" Vladimir asked Ryan.

Ryan nodded, "Almost."

Buzz...

The scarlet river of blood dissipated into the air in an instant, and Vladimir walked back to Ryan, stepping on the blood plasma on the ground.

It is indeed meaningless to attack ordinary people, but the death of life always makes excess emotions fly away.

"Can we talk now?"

Caitlin's voice rang out, and she forced her eyes to focus on Ryan's face, ignoring the noise and blood around her.

This Piltover noble, who had been trying to start a war, finally got a taste of what war is like.

If she were given another chance, she might make a different choice.

But unfortunately, the time tunnel has been blocked by Ryan...

Ryan looked at Mel.

But the dark-skinned beauty gave the decision to Ryan at this time, "I don't know what to do with them. My only request is that all members of the Kiraman family be kept away from the power of Piltover."

"it is good."