lol: Bind Syndra at the start

But I have to say... this story does have a good gimmick, which almost made him sink into it.

With the interruption of the story, the old dean finally sorted out those long-lost memories.

He began in a heavy tone, “My story is not as detailed as yours. About thirty years ago, I went out to sea with a group of like-minded companions to try our luck, but a storm made us lose our way.

Our ship was pushed into a thick fog, even thicker than the haze over Zaun, almost blocking out the sunlight... We didn't know how long we drifted in the fog, but we finally saw an island.

"A green light lingered on the island, and countless rugged figures were floating in the light. Several people decided to go up and investigate, but they disappeared after they went there, and we..."

The old dean sighed, "We succumbed to our inner fear. Aided by a gust of sea breeze, the others and I chose to flee. That was also my last expedition."

The story is not complicated or tortuous, and it doesn't sound scary.

But perhaps the real horror is the regret and guilt hidden in the heart.

"I finally heard a lot about that mysterious island through someone I asked. There are many similar legends, but I think it should be the birthplace of ghosts described in Bilgewater's Soul-Devouring Night."

Maura knew about the Soul-Devouring Night, but she...or rather, Vladimir had never been interested in those bloodless undead.

The old dean seemed to notice that Maura was not very interested in this, so he lowered his voice and told another secret.

"I also know a secret from a Yodel who's on an adventure."

"What secret?"

"The Yodel told me that the current owner of the island might be the last monarch of ancient Kamavia."

Chapter 415 Syndra's Suit

Maura suddenly felt that the world was a circle.

Things that cannot be found or tracked will always appear in front of you from another direction at some point in time.

Vladimir hid many things about himself from her, but he did not hide his origins.

Therefore, she knew that the last generation of kings of ancient Kamavia was the "blood relative" that Vladimir had been looking for recently.

The old dean was still talking to himself. His identity really allowed him to get to know many outstanding archaeologists and explorers.

These leaders in various industries may not be as good as Vladimir, a living fossil, in terms of information collection and acquisition capabilities.

But there is strength in numbers, and the combined knowledge of a group of people is enough to easily surpass Vladimir.

Maura asked many more questions about the island and the last king.

The old dean did not find this surprising. After all, the fact that Maura could make up stories that attracted him meant that this excellent female painter must have studied those adventure stories.

No explorer can resist these bizarre and magical encounters.

So he began to slowly tell the news he had collected over the years.

The old dean spoke slowly, but clearly and systematically.

The teaching ability that I have developed over many years as a teacher was clearly experienced here.

About an hour later, the old dean finished his explanation.

He found a cup of tea nearby, moistened his dry mouth, and then concluded tonight's story, "We are all very lucky to live in a magical and temporarily peaceful era."

"A war just broke out outside the city." Maura reminded.

"Hmm? I was wrong. We are all very lucky to live in a magical yet well-protected era." The old dean looked at the painters around him and the scrolls in front of them. "Should we give back to that person next?"

People standing on high places can often make a more advanced judgment about the direction of the wind.

But this judgment is not necessarily correct, because they can only see a trend and then define it based on their own cognition.

The old dean also heard Janna's cry deep in his heart, and combined with the fact that the powerful Noxians were suddenly defeated after that.

It is not difficult to draw the conclusion that the long-sleeping goddess Janna has revived and protected the people of Zaun and Piltover.

Combined with the fact that Mel pulled them all here at once and painted the goddess's self-portrait day and night, it is self-evident what he wanted to do.

"Janna is a goddess worthy of respect," Maura responded.

"Indeed, she is not only worthy of respect, but also worthy of people's faith." After the old dean prepared to go home, he asked the whole family to believe in the goddess together.

Just like people in another world are vying to be the first to burn incense, people in this world also have their own understanding of 'first come, first served'.

"I'll leave for a moment..."

"Okay, I'll watch here. We can't delay the goddess's business." The old dean now had a lot more motivation, and even his tired legs became active again.

Maura, who had been holding back for a long time, finally couldn't help it. She walked to the pond in the back garden and wanted to tell Vladimir the latest news she had received.

But the figure standing among the glimmering night flowers did not belong to Vladimir.

Maura didn't know that the person she was looking for was now working as a "snakehead" in Zaun.

Sindra turned around, and the star-like night flowers surrounded her, as if to set off her cold beauty.

The gloomy darkness gently surrounded her, and as the darkness flowed, the glowing night flowers swayed along with it.

Syndra, who was born in Ionia, likes this quiet and beautiful atmosphere very much.

Unfortunately for her, these things can only be enjoyed after she leaves Ionia.

"You look anxious."

"I..." Maura didn't want to disturb Sindra, but then she suddenly realized a problem.

That is, how can she and Vladimir, the two masters of blood magic, find and eliminate Vladimir's relative in a place full of undead and the dead, where there may not be a drop of blood on the entire island?

They seem to be able to rely only on foreign aid.

And what external aid is more reliable than darkness?

"I have something I want your help with."

Maura changed her tone.

She is a smart woman.

The clever thing is that she also understands the theory that Ryan has been practicing - sincerity in exchange for sincerity!

That's why she's favored by Vladimir and can be friends with the 'smart' LeBlanc.

For Sindra, Maura is indeed the person she is most familiar with besides Ryan.

When you are with this woman, you can always maintain a relaxed atmosphere.

Sindra thought that this might be a friend.

A kind of existence that she had longed for since she was a child, but had never had the chance to possess.

She looked at Maura and nodded slightly.

"Tell me?"

"I would like to ask you and Ryan to accompany us on a voyage to eliminate the enemies on an island."

"Going to sea?" Syndra thought for a moment, then said with some embarrassment: "I remember Ryan said that his next stop was Noxus."

Maura saw 'embarrassment' in Sindra's expression, but this embarrassment seemed too much of an act.

She felt...that Sindra seemed to be playing with her in a clumsy way.

It’s like those little girls who are willing to do something in their hearts but maintain a reserved look on their faces because they hope to get more praise or encouragement from others.

"Then convince him. I can see that he won't refuse your request at all!"

"Is it?"

Syndra tilted her head, her beautiful face full of anxiety.

"Yes."

"But he might find it troublesome."

Maura took a deep breath and pulled out her trump card, "I've recently designed several sets of beautiful and sexy clothes..."

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Sindra's uneasiness turned into anticipation.

"Then can you make it and give it to me?"

"Yes, who else but you deserves such beautiful clothes?"

Maura's deliberate flattery finally made Syndra couldn't help laughing.

The surrounding night flowers seemed to have lost their color and light at this moment.

Even the gloomy darkness seemed to have a brief moment of warmth at this moment.

"Pick out a set and bring it over first." Sindra's voice lowered. "I'm going to sleep with him tonight."

Chapter 416: Sindra and Ryan's Prop Game

When Ryan returned to Vladimir's manor, the sound of paintbrushes applying paint became the main melody in the manor.

His appearance was like the evening breeze on a spring night, causing a slight ripple in the quiet manor.

Ryan first appeared at the Square Declaration. Although his appearance was not long, his handsome appearance and temperament made the scene of just a few minutes deeply engraved in the hearts of many people.

Most of those invited by Mel to help with the painting were students from Piltover University, and the rest were adults who made a living from painting.

The former are at the most angry and impulsive age. Things like the Square Declaration are a top priority for them. Even if they are going to fail the course, they have to go and see it in person. After going there, they will naturally remember Ryan.

As for the latter, they also like to get involved in such events with collective memory. The art of painting is an art of output. The more you accumulate and absorb in your daily life, the richer the content derived from your pen will be.

As the most eye-catching scenery in the square, Ryan will definitely be remembered by them and prepared to be decomposed into elements for subsequent use.

In short.

Ryan never thought that he would inexplicably experience the treatment of a little star in Vladimir's manor.

During that uncertain period, Ryan's escort of the beleaguered Mel to the stage was seen by many as an act of courage and justice.

They themselves do not have this vision, let alone this courage, but because of this they admire those who have this courage and vision even more.

After squeezing out countless words of praise, he saw Maura with an old man with white hair and beard.

Maura also saw Ryan, but there was a strange light in the woman's eyes.

Just as Ryan was about to ask if there was something on his face, the old dean also recognized Ryan.

He was more reserved than the others, but still expressed his admiration, "I've seen you before, in the square."

"Who are you?" Ryan looked at the old dean.

"The Dean of the School of Arts at Piltover University." Maura introduced from the side.

"Oh, I've heard of you for a long time." Ryan had never heard of the old dean's name before, but he was probably the Piltover version of the master of Gouya Temple.

These old men may not be very strong, but every wrinkle on their face is a treasure trove of years of experience.

"Are you interested in coming to Piltover University?" the old dean offered. "I can introduce you."

"forget it."

Ryan smiled bitterly.

If I had to go to school before traveling through time, and I have to go to school again after traveling through time, then wouldn’t that mean I traveled through time in vain!?

"You can always come to me if you want."

The old dean did not force it. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a student nearby who was distracted while painting, so he immediately walked over and corrected him with words.

Ryan's gaze finally returned to Maura, "Why do I feel like your eyes are weird?"

"Really?" Maura asked.

"Have!"

"You'll know tomorrow." Maura blinked.

Sindra asked her for one set of clothes, but she was so enthusiastic that she sent three sets directly.

In addition, based on the insightful hobbies and rich ways of playing that the nobles have studied over the years, some small toys that can add to the fun are specially made.

He also took the time to teach Sindra some role-playing techniques.

It can be said that she spent a lot of money to get two helpers for Vladimir.

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Ryan was stunned for a moment.