lol: Bind Syndra at the start

He felt like he was caught in some conspiracy.

The darkness around seemed to become much colder, as if something was stirring inside.

Maura suddenly got down to business. "By this time tomorrow evening, eight hundred paintings will be finished. How are your preparations going? If you still need more time, I'll have them paint two hundred more, bringing the total to a thousand."

Mrs. Piltover's painting skills exceeded her expectations, so the painting was completed about twelve hours earlier than Ryan requested.

"Then collect a thousand paintings."

Time is very urgent, but we can't make up for it with these twelve hours.

Two hundred more paintings can directly increase the diffusion range, which is definitely more useful than a few hours in advance.

"Then it's nothing. You can go now. Sindra is in the room."

Maura urged Ryan to leave.

This strange behavior once again made Ryan feel an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

"?"

He wanted to ask again.

But Maura had already walked over to a painter.

Suddenly, Ryan, who was "ignored", could only walk into an independent building in the darkness.

The orange candlelight cast a silhouette.

Ryan was keenly aware that the darkness around him was waiting for an opportunity to move, as if waiting for prey to come to him.

And when he looked at them, the latter suddenly surged.

So, I am the prey?

The gloomy wind pushed Ryan into the room.

In the dim light, a curvy figure was half lying on the specially enlarged soft bed.

Sindra did not use darkness to condense clothes, but wore a very familiar set of clothes.

Ryan took a closer look and found that the style of this costume was similar to the one drawn by the group of painters outside, but many changes had been made to the details.

For example, the hard shoulder armor was replaced with a hazy black silk product.

The leather boots also turned into black stockings with beautiful patterns.

The long silver hair cascaded onto the mattress like mercury, and the snow-white skin looked like a secret treasure in the dim light. The sharp contrast between white and darkness made Ryan's steps forward a little faster than the dark wind.

"This is......"

When happiness knocks on the door, the person behind the door is often stunned by the sudden surprise.

Sindra slowly got up from the bed, her slender waist outlining graceful lines.

The change in angle caused the bulkiness above to block some of the light and some of the beauty.

Just as Ryan was about to continue asking, he felt a cold touch on his wrist.

He lowered his head and found a pair of silver shackles shackled to his wrists.

This pair of shackles is not a creation of darkness, but is made of real iron.

So, there are still props! ?

"what is going on?"

Ryan remembered that she and Sindra had only played the 'prop game' in dreams before.

And now, the dream has become reality?

"Do you like this?" Sindra's voice was very low, and seemed to be shy yet charming.

But remembering Maura's solemn promise, she became more determined to act.

Ryan swallowed, "I don't..."

"dislike?"

“Not excluded!”

"Then...how about this?" Sindra reached out and grabbed the back of Ryan's hand, then slowly moved the handcuffs to her own slender wrist.

"Does this repel you?"

Chapter 417 The Power of Faith

Near Zhu Zhechi, near the ink is black.

Ryan had previously thought that Sindra was a very simple woman, who would occasionally peek into his own memories and then crudely imitate the works of those true masters of 'artistic movements' in his previous life.

But now Sindra has been completely led astray by the evil Maura. She no longer tries to imitate the plots that the public likes to watch, but instead becomes obsessed with the sinful habits of aristocrats and slave owners!

In response to this unhealthy trend, the righteous Ryan intends to stop it. People should be down-to-earth and not forget their roots.

But after Syndra called out "Master" in a very shy tone, he felt that using this new identity to educate Syndra might have a better effect!

This education took up most of the night.

The dim light woke Ryan up. When he opened his eyes, he found that his vision was occupied by silver hair and a smooth back.

Sindra had her back to him, holding a soft pillow in her arms, her long eyelashes trembling as she slept quietly.

The props and alluring costumes were gone, making last night's experience seem like a dream.

But for Ryan, he was still moved after waking up.

After all, he knew that the reason why Sindra was led astray by Maura was essentially because she wanted to reward herself.

For women whose worldview is different from that of most people, many things that ordinary people think are not good or not right are not so clearly defined.

For Syndra, good or bad, evil or not, depends on Ryan's feedback.

In another world, this kind of thinking would be repeatedly whipped by countless boxers.

But in this already abnormal world, Syndra is just one of the bright rainbows.

The lavender eyes slowly opened, a blush still remained on her delicate cheeks. Sindra turned around and buried her head in Ryan's chest.

The tingling air made Ryan a little distracted, but he knew it would take at least ten hours for the enemy to arrive at the battlefield.

Some things can be done not only at night, but doing them at night can bring more fun.

Playing with Sindra's hair with his fingertips, Ryan asked, "Want to go for a walk?"

"it is good."

......

......

There is a constant stream of pedestrians on the white stone road.

As depressed as the Noxians were during their time in Piltover, the people of Piltover are now as happy.

Even during working hours, there are still many people strolling on the streets.

Lion and Syndra mingled with the crowd, enjoying the collective celebration after the victory.

This atmosphere is a subtle "healing" for Syndra.

The specific effect is just like how many people in previous lives liked to go to remote places to purify their souls.

The mind cannot be purified, but being away from the familiar noisy environment and staying in a completely different atmosphere for a while can indeed have some placebo effect.

Sindra's eyes kept scanning different street scenes and different pedestrians, as if she was slowly imprinting the world into her mind.

Ryan was looking at other 'scenes'.

There are obviously many more Zaun people on the streets of Piltover than before, and the most fundamental change is not the number, but the mental outlook of the Zaun people.

There were Zaun people in Piltover before, but those Zaun people were basically "illegal workers".

Just like the original Isa, there was a smell of decay about her.

Although the current Zaun people still have some of Zaun's wasteland style in appearance, at least their chests are gradually straightening up.

The looks people around them gave them also lacked many other flavors.

After walking for a while, Ryan suddenly stopped.

Sindra followed Ryan's gaze and found a newly opened store on the corner of the street.

"It's them."

Sindra saw the figures inside the store through the window.

A bald man with a hunched body was arranging metal dolls on the shelves.

A girl sitting in a wheelchair looked at the busy figure with a smile on her face.

The sign at the door reads Liszt Doll Shop.

Singed was one of the first people to be "recruited", and therefore received many preferential treatments.

For example, he could open a shop in Piltover during the day and return to Zaun to do scientific research at night.

Although he was a little tired, as long as he could look at Orianna's smile, Singed felt like he had endless energy.

Ryan and Sindra walked over.

When I got closer to the store, I found that there was a sculpture of Janna placed in the most central position in the store.

Singed is obviously not a devout believer. Even in the most difficult times, he did not think of praying to God, but instead focused on conducting evil experiments.

But now, he has placed a statue of the god in the store.

This means that Janna's revival seems to have a greater impact on the people of Piltover and Zaun than they imagined.

"Forget it, let's not bother them."

Ryan stopped halfway.

On the one hand, I don’t want to disturb each other’s parent-child time.

On the other hand, he wanted to see more.

Walking back along the busy street, Ryan found that many shops had statues of gods displayed.

This way of belief was somewhat unconventional a few hundred years ago.

Because statues of gods are usually placed in temples, and there are strict and meticulous procedures for their placement and maintenance.

In that era, it was considered a blasphemy for every family to arrange things according to their own customs.

Times have changed, but this change in rules is obviously a deliberate human push.

Ryan was absolutely certain of this.

Because he was the one who proposed this plan.

After walking a little further, Ryan saw two people.

They were standing in front of a carpenter's shop, seemingly chatting, but describing in great detail and vivid detail the scene of Janna's resurrection and the defeat of the Noxians.

The owner of the carpenter shop sat by the door, pretending to be looking at the street view.

But the glances that drifted over from time to time revealed what he was doing.

And it seemed that because these two people spoke so well, many people passing by them also slowed down their pace.

In this way, Janna's deeds were spread invisibly.

At the end, the two people talked about the "rules" for placing the statue of Janna.

In their words, Janna is the goddess of wind.

The free wind does not care which direction it blows from, so the belief in the goddess should not be bound by form, but should be sincere.

The most devout believers will hear the voice of the goddess at some point inadvertently.

The previous story is fictional, but the last one is true.

Because this is also Ryan's advice to Janna.

Giving believers some feedback in the early stages can allow the light of their faith to shine on more people.

After the two men finished talking, they walked towards the shop on the next block.