lol: Bind Syndra at the start

Ryan looked at Caitlin and corrected her in the face of her expectant gaze:

“It’s not just a chat, it’s us talking and you doing.”

"You...you say."

"You lead the others out of Piltover and to Zaun."

This is Ryan's first condition.

There is no point in expelling.

Only by learning how to utilize waste can we better achieve sustainable development.

"Okay." Caitlin nodded in agreement.

As for the others who can still maintain their rationality, even if they have objections, they dare not raise them.

"Zuan will sign a peace agreement and alliance treaty with Piltover. Many projects will be established in Zaun in the future, and Zaun is in great need of manpower in these areas."

This is where Ryan's waste utilization plan comes into play.

Construction and development require "talents", at least talents with a certain amount of knowledge.

And the people of Zaun...those who understand will understand.

This is an extremely peculiar name. At least in the world that Ryan was once familiar with, the Zaun people were best at greeting each other's parents and reciting each other's household registration books and family trees.

"You mean, we can devote ourselves to those projects?" Caitlin's eyes lit up.

"It's a commitment, but not the kind you imagine." Ryan's words shattered the last hope of these impoverished nobles. "You will live the same life as the people of Zaun before you. I can only give you one piece of advice.

"Abandon your illusions and get ready to work!"

Chapter 413: Island Hidden in the Mist

The concept of "labor camp prisoners" has not yet appeared in this world.

But Ryan believes that Mel will realize in the future that this is an extremely effective waste utilization measure.

The Ionians, who are separated from Piltover by an ocean, are actually halfway along this path. However, perhaps because the environment in Ionia is too favorable, the Ionians are naturally inclined to the left, and thus good waste utilization has been turned into waste protection by them.

Someone like Jhin, who deserved to be killed a thousand times, could actually receive comprehensive education and development in morals, intelligence, physical fitness, and aesthetics in Ionia...

If it weren't for his appearance, Ryan really felt that the place where high-end combat power crushed Noxus would be completely conquered by Noxus one day in the future.

But fortunately, there are no ifs in the world.

After a brief silence, Caitlin agreed to this condition on behalf of her people.

A few stupid young people revealed their true intelligence under the fear of being sent to Zaun as laborers, but before they could make a sound.

The power of blood magic quietly descended upon their bodies, and their swollen blood vessels caused them to die in extreme pain, without being able to make any sound.

Silent death is often more terrifying than miserable screams, because the blank space left by the sound gives others more room for imagination.

The tragic deaths of two groups of tribesmen in succession made others completely give up their fantasies.

Ryan believed that this situation was temporary. Once they left this environment, some people would definitely develop other ideas during the long work.

But it would be much easier to deal with then. The Zaun people would not have any mercy or kindness towards these once high-ranking Piltover nobles.

He does not advocate using the old almanac to settle personal grudges. After all, for development, people always have to look forward.

If you continue to hold on to past grudges, the end result will be that the fisherman benefits while the snipe and the clam fight.

But if it is for this group of traitorous sinners, Ryan feels that allowing the masses to express their inner indignation and grievances is also the best blessing for these sinners.

"Go now."

Ryan said to Caitlin.

But as soon as he said that, he suddenly realized a problem.

It seemed that he had no 'subordinates' who could escort them.

Tonight's trial is destined not to go through normal means and channels, so bringing Mel along is like giving her free private lessons.

It is better to hope that Noxus will suddenly change its mind and promote peace on Runeterra than to expect the Kiraman family to serve in Zaun obediently.

This group of sinners, who are so oppressed by fear that they cannot raise their heads, will abandon all their integrity and the face they once cared about the moment they have the opportunity to breathe free space, just to get a chance to escape.

Vladimir, who had been a gangster for half the night, sighed and then stood up again, "Everyone follow me."

It would be inappropriate to ask Ryan to escort him.

Ask Mel to escort them... Although she has awakened her magical powers, she definitely cannot defeat this group of people.

Therefore, the most suitable candidate is only Qilaman's 'fear itself'.

The scarlet figure walked towards Zaun.

Sevika happened to know Vladimir, and having him take the group there could save some formalities and explanations.

The people of the Qilaman family followed behind him, each of them with their heads hung, like lambs to be slaughtered.

This strange scene will be given more complex meanings and connotations after being observed by the spies of the nobles outside.

Many times, the struggle for power is not that complicated, and most of the gorgeous schemes and calculations are filled by the imagination of others.

At least for Mel, it felt like she was just getting started tonight.

As she left the bloody hall and walked toward the upper city from the back door, she suddenly said to Ryan, "I seem to understand the essence of Machiavellianism."

Ryan, who was thinking about his next step, said: "What?"

"The first step is invitation, the second step is deterrence, and the third step is bribery." This is a more localized understanding that Meier came up with based on Ryan's theory of 'invite and behead, accept and treat as a dog'.

But Ryan had a new understanding. "I think I can put it more simply. The first step is to kick the door, the second step is to beat them, and the third step... they will figure it out for you."

......

......

While Ryan ordered the "Young and Dangerous" to beat up the Kiraman family, another place in Piltover was filled with a rich artistic atmosphere.

Vladimir's manor was large, but at this moment it seemed somewhat cramped.

In every room, there is a painter who is concentrating on his creation.

Even several extra tables were added to the garden, and in front of each table there was a painter writing furiously under the warm yellow light.

Maura wandered between different painters, she did not choose to paint herself.

Instead, she would give some suggestions and modifications to the painters who were currently creating the portraits. This method could improve the yield rate. After all, she knew Ryan's purpose for wanting these portraits.

Every painter has a different style, and she wants to ensure that these differences are minimized.

Otherwise, there will likely be several new images of Janna in the later stages, and this confusion will not be conducive to attracting believers.

There was an old man next to Maura.

His gray hair, thick glasses, and unkempt clothes make him look like an ordinary person.

He is the dean of the Academy of Fine Arts at Piltover University, and he is doing the same thing as Maura.

But in between instructing others, the two excellent painters would also chat about other stories.

For example, at this moment the elderly dean is showing off his former glory to Maura.

"I wasn't a painter at first. I was young then, and I had endless energy and enthusiasm. I couldn't stay in the studio for more than ten minutes before I ran out.

"Later, I gradually met a group of people who, like me, were filled with endless curiosity about the world. Together, we formed an expedition team and explored many magical and dangerous places."

Piltover is the cradle of explorers.

If you randomly pick ten people here, at least five of them are either explorers or aspire to be explorers.

Maura wasn't surprised by this, but she knew how to respond politely: "Which adventure is the most memorable for you?"

"The most profound..."

The old man recalled seriously.

When people reach his age, many recent events become blurred, while those distant memories suddenly become clear.

He quickly recalled his eventful journey, and then a trace of lingering fear appeared on his face, as if he remembered something that also made him feel scared in his memory.

"If I were to mention the place that I remember most, it would definitely be that island hidden in the mist..."

Chapter 414 The Discovery of the Yodels

Maura didn't realize at first that there was anything wrong with the old dean's story.

After all, the places explorers are most keen on exploring are deserted islands or uninhabited abandoned places.

This well-known habit has caused tragedies in history.

Seeing that the old dean seemed to be still immersed in the horrific memories, Maura tried to tell a related story to ease the old dean's fear.

"About a hundred years ago, a tragic expedition occurred in the deserts of Shurima. Have you heard about it?"

"Ah?" The old dean came to his senses and replied while recalling the horrific experience in the past, "Is it the nest of terror that caused the deaths of dozens of famous explorers?"

"Yes, do you know the details?"

"I don't know." The old dean's curiosity was aroused, and it seemed that even his fear had temporarily left him.

Maura thought for a moment and began to tell the story.

"More than a hundred years ago, or to be more precise, one hundred and fifty-three years ago, a ruin suddenly appeared somewhere in the southwestern part of the Shurima Desert.

"Ruins appearing in the Shurima Desert is like fish appearing in the sea. This is a consensus reached by almost everyone. However, unlike fish in the sea, ruins appear only rarely."

"No explorer can refuse a relic, especially a Shuriman relic!" The old dean agreed.

If they had come across a relic at the beginning, perhaps they would not have gone out to sea, and would not have encountered the terrifying island in the fog later.

Horrible memories came flooding back, but as the old dean digested them, he curiously asked, "What happened next?"

"Then countless explorers set out from their hometowns, crossed the broad strait, and searched for a long time in the endless desert. Finally, they discovered a cave near a not-so-big oasis.

"Rocks polished smooth by wind and sand extend all the way underground, with a man-made stone door at the entrance... It was here that the explorers encountered their first danger."

"The first danger of exploration is... people." The old dean obviously has rich experience in exploration, and after so many years, the Explorers Association has also been constantly improving and popularizing certain knowledge that everyone should know.

Among them, being wary of other humans during exploration is listed on the first page of all books.

After all, most of the places that can be explored are far away from human civilization, and humans who are accustomed to human civilization can no longer get used to the original primitive society.

"Some explorers died at the entrance of that stone gate, while others retreated in defiance. In the end, only a handful of the most outstanding and fearless explorers pushed open the stone gate and entered the ruins.

"The ruins weren't as dangerous as they imagined. They deliberately slowed down their progress, carefully checking every inch of the walls and ground, but no traps were triggered until they reached the innermost part of the ruins.

"In the deepest chamber, they found a coffin carved from sandstone. Next to the coffin was a lifelike 'corpse' of a woman..."

The old dean was attracted by Maura's story. The Nest of Terror was an unsolved mystery recorded in the books of the Explorer's Association.

There is countless evidence pointing out that this dangerous nest did exist in history, but countless later generations went to explore the locations pointed out by the descendants of the survivors, but found countless grains of sand and gravel.

"Live corpses generally have research value."

Only someone who is a scholar by profession would come to such a conclusion.

Other explorers, when they saw a freshly preserved corpse, would only think of the crisp sound of gold coins colliding.

“Yes, but unfortunately no one has the opportunity to study it.”

"?" The old dean widened his eyes.

Maura explained the ending, "Because everyone was dead, the moment they saw the coffin lid, the people inside also saw them, and in the end, no one left the ruins alive.

"The story of the Den of Terror was passed down because those who left before the stone gate told the story. The reason no one knows the specific content is because no one who entered was able to leave."

The old dean paused for a moment because of this ending, but then he laughed, "You are so funny. If no one can leave, then how do you know so much?"

He felt that he had found the highlight.

However, Maura answered seriously, "Because I am the living female corpse."

She was an eyewitness.

At that time, Vladimir was undergoing a 'personality' transformation, and the 'ruins' were the transformation chamber he chose.

But just when he completed the transformation, a group of people suddenly rushed in with a loud noise.

Finally... they became fresh rations for blood magic.

The old dean finally laughed out loud. He was now certain that this was just a story made up by the beautiful lady.