In the west of Ionia, the newly born land, a 'Y'-shaped strait and river separates the island of Philo, the province of Navoli and the mountains in the south.
As a maritime transportation hub, Philo is located on the east coast of Philo Island. It has a prosperous commercial port and is one of the few areas in the Born Land that is directly open to the outside world.
In the mountains south of Ferol, an ancient natural temple was built on a cliff near the sea.
The dark and hard mountain stone bricks have stood in the sea breeze for thousands of years and are immortal. Legend has it that this garden temple was established by the first Ionian spirit Karma. Except for some scars on the top walls that were damaged due to battles, naturally
The temple has always maintained solemnity and solemnity,
Just like the priest himself who guards the temple alone, he is full of ancient and mature wisdom... at least that's what the priest thinks.
On this day, Konigan, the priest of the Natural Temple, strolled outside the Natural Temple as usual, enjoying the salty and humid sea breeze on the sea cliff.
This was the few leisure time he had. In order to pursue the wisdom left by Karma in the temple, he had to spend most of his time on the walls, meditating in boredom on the ancient Ionian writings on the temple walls and stone tablets.
He firmly believes that he can obtain ancient wisdom in these words, bringing him closer to Karma... although he has gained nothing to this day.
"It's almost time to meditate."
With a leisurely sigh, Konigan stroked his beard, patted his gray robe, and prepared to return to the temple.
"Excuse me, is Master Konigan here?"
I don't know when, a young and handsome traveler and a beautiful-looking girl came to me. The man was smiling, while the girl had a solemn face, and her eyes were full of hostility when she looked at him.
Konigan didn't need to think about it. These two young men must have been lost and longed for his guidance. Just like Karma guided the lost Ionians, they hoped to get wisdom from themselves. As for hostility, it must be
He doubts his ability as a guide, and he will use his own wisdom to prove everything.
He straightened his chest, looked at the lost man with wise eyes, and straightened his robe.
"The Master Konigan you are looking for is me. Young people, tell me why you are here. In this ancient temple, I have guided countless lost lambs. Maybe your doubts can be answered here."
"Oh, you are Konigan. Have you ever seen the underworld?"
Under Konigan's proud gaze, the man stepped forward and gave the priest his favorite mouthful.
"Snapped!"
With a crisp and loud blow, the girl behind the man covered her mouth, her face turning a cherry color.
The man's slap only used 10% of the force, but Konigan was spinning in place like a top. His left cheek quickly swelled and turned red. Finally, he could no longer stand firm and fell to the ground.
Koenigan covered his face and angrily scolded the spinning illusion and two suns in front of him.
"Cunning villain! Why did you hit me?"
"Because you are a teacher who is not worthy of your name and you have harmed many people, so I will beat you lightly."
Konigan was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Is this so fucking gentle? My brain was almost knocked out, right?
"Why do you say that I am not worthy of my reputation? Why do you say that I am harmful to others? Bastard!"
Koenigan, who had been facing the wall and thinking about the secrets of the temple all year round, got up from the ground in anger, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground again.
"I heard that you taught many apprentices how to control wild magic. Is this true?"
The man took the initiative to pull Konigan up, but Konigan pushed him away angrily.
"It seems that your eyes are not completely blind, but you are disrespecting a master because of those rumors. Young man, you better understand who you have offended. This is the temple of the Ionia Spirit, and you will not tolerate blasphemy."
"In my opinion, someone who can guide others to control magic must be a powerful mage.
Let's do this, if you can prove that you are a powerful mage, I will apologize to you."
The damn world finally stopped spinning. In Koenigan's eyes, the handsome face was suddenly full of evil. But now, he couldn't retreat.
"Fool, tell me with your shallow mouth, how do you want me to prove it?"
The man smiled slightly, patted the girl behind him on the shoulder, and pushed the girl forward.
"You are a teacher, and I am also a teacher. A teacher will definitely be better than a student. You compete with my students to see whose magic is more powerful. If you can beat her, I will apologize to you and admit that you are the real master."
After re-examining the girl named Syndra, Konigan guessed that the girl was probably only fifteen years old, and that her body was not surrounded by the four basic elements. She was probably a fool who became arrogant after learning some magic formulas.
How could such a person defeat him?
The only question is, why does the other party exclude a student from comparing with himself? Isn't this an insult to himself?
Thinking of this, Konigan pointed at the man.
He was ready to give the man a taste of pain.
"I don't bother bullying juniors. Aren't you her student? Come on."
Lester almost laughed out loud. He just wasn't satisfied. Unexpectedly, Koenigan himself made such an irresistible request.
On the other side, Konigan's words made Syndra, who was about to take action, a little more worried. She naturally knew that her teacher was a powerful figure, but the teacher was bound by a powerful seal and could not release any magic at all. How could he
Win the magic showdown.
Taking the initiative to stop Lester, Sindra prayed.
"Teacher, otherwise I'd better do it."
"Sindra, don't underestimate your teacher."
After patting Syndra's head, Lester put his mouth to Syndra's ear and whispered.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to control yourself and will kill him. That would be bad. Leave it to me and I'll vent your anger again."
Nodding her head, Syndra took two steps back to make enough room for her teacher.
Lester and Konigan each stood still, and Konigan took the initiative to speak.
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Naturally, Lester would not agree. He could shape the elements into large lifelike figures more than 900 years ago, but so what if he couldn't release magic.
"Since it is a magic competition, it will naturally be conducted through battles, to determine the winner and loser, and to compare elemental creations... Haha, with all due respect, are you playing house?"
"Okay! Let's compete! It's just that magic has no eyes. If you die under my magic..."
"That's my problem. If I die under your attack, it has nothing to do with you.
My students will collect your corpses for you to make your name famous, but I won’t kill you because I can control my magic and won’t let it go beyond half a step.”
I thought that the man in front of me would give in, but I didn't expect that the man would go so far as to say this without leaving any room.
"You asked for this."
Without any further hesitation, Konigan opened his hands in tandem, condensing the fire element in his right hand, and a ball of fire rose from the palm of his hand.
"Clap your hands."
The sound in his ears hadn't disappeared yet. In the blink of an eye, the man who was five meters away from him had already arrived in front of Konigan, and slapped the unformed fireball magic with his palm.
Just like pinching out a newly lit reed, the fire goes out with a 'pop'.
At this moment, Konigan found that he had lost his sense of the elements, and the results of decades of meditation were in vain.
An unprecedented sense of panic and loss hit his heart. Koenigan stared dumbly at the man whose palms were connected to his own. Under the man's mysterious smile, he took two steps back with his scalp numb, but his body still did not recover.
This is not interrupting spellcasting, this is silence, isolating elemental induction.
"how did you do it……"
"You talk too much. We are fighting now. Do you want your enemy to explain what he is capable of?"
Taking a few steps forward, Lester grabbed Koeniggen's wrist and threw Koeniggen cleanly to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw. Koeniggen, who was on his back, was thrown to pieces and his eyes were filled with stars.
Completely lost combat effectiveness.
Lester patted Konigan's cheek, and after confirming that Konigan could no longer get up again, he said calmly.
"You are too weak. I don't even need to use magic to deal with you. Remember your failure, Konigan. You are not worthy of being a teacher at all, and you will never be able to teach outstanding students. This just shows that I did not waste my time today."
Come on, you didn't get beaten in vain...
Syndra, let's go."
"Good teacher."
After struggling twice, Koenigan chose to give up and turned his back to the sky, wanting to cry without tears.
To this day, he doesn't know the name of the man who hit him, but he only remembers that his apprentice's name is Syndra.
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The refreshed Leicester took Syndra directly to the Noxian trading ship in Ferol bound for Fendo in the Valoran continent. He could directly take Syndra to the Witch through the Bandel portal.
The family asked Nora to use the back door, but that would make Syndra's first trip less fun.
Life should not be rushed all the time, and you should also leave some time to look at the scenery around you. He wanted to give Sindra a better travel memory, and taking a boat was the first unforgettable journey.
It is worth mentioning that Roy did not go with Lester, but transformed into a seabird and returned to Wuwei Island.
Roy, who ate the fruit of the sacred tree, gained the ability to enhance the magic of vastaya of his own race, which obviously played a greater role in Misttail Island. It could also guide new Misttails to join the Emerald Territory and become invisible assassins.
There were no other disturbances along the way. The imperial merchant ship went all the way south and arrived in Fendo in one and a half months. After trading the goods, it then arrived at Ironwater City located in the southeast of the continent along the coast of Valoran, and turned around at Ironwater City.
march westward,
The imperial merchant ships traded with coastal cities along the way, and it took four months to reach the Peart Canal, the most prosperous city of progress and the capital of civilization.
The years at sea before arriving in the City of Progress were always monotonous. Sindra's initial excitement for the blue sea and sky turned into excitement for her teacher. Within a month, she found that her teacher Lester was boring.
The sea and clouds are much more interesting.
Being by Lester's side is more than just learning magic. Lester, who worked hard, has the most complete training plan. Syndra knows very well how deep the teacher's love for her is. When she is with a man, she chooses to have no bottom line.
Trust, the man reciprocated her trust and never let her down.
In the starry night, she can always hear ancient and interesting stories, from the Frost Witch in the Frostguard Fortress in the north to the endless void in the south of the world, located in Icathia. The secret of Runeterra is beside the teacher.
With nothing to hide, the touching story made her cry.
In Leicester's company, she saw Ryze, the guardian of the world's runes, who was carrying the pain of killing his master and walking alone with a scroll on his shoulders. She saw the wandering soul of the void wandering in Icathia, guarding the weapon of eternal flame with his life.
Master Jax also saw his two sisters who had to betray him, and watched the far north alone under thousands of miles of ice, fighting against the watcher Lissandra, the frost witch.
Each story was a heroic deed that could be sung for thousands of years, but now it appeared in front of her in the teacher's gentle words. Sindra finally knew that the teacher who told her the legend was a living legend in her own right.
She maintains a strong curiosity and thirst for knowledge about everything outside the village of Scarcias. The sound of waves and waves is always accompanied by the man's magnetic words to accompany her to sleep.
She could eat sweet biscuits and sit by the teacher's bed kicking her legs, lazily and leisurely put her arms on the edge of the table to support her chin, or lean on the teacher's shoulders and act coquettishly, immersively going to countless thrilling places.
The place of adventure.
She became a personal experiencer of every adventure story, and experienced with empathy what a miracle is and what a magnificent life is.
Lester is like a treasure boy who knows everything. He can always make her laugh happily and make her cry with touching stories.
Whether she is crying or laughing, the girl is sure that this is the first time she feels sincerely satisfied with her life. Sindra even secretly fantasizes about floating with her teacher on the sea forever, becoming his only bride, until she
After knowing how many women the teacher had, she opened her mouth and gave up the unrealistic idea of 'the only one'.
She understood the significance of the Noxus Empire and the Emerald Collar to the teacher, understood that the stars in the sky were actually the teacher's enemies, understood that the teacher carried the shackles of fate on his shoulders, and even more understood the meaning of herself.
That is to learn and grow at all costs, to become the most powerful mage in the shortest time, to help his teacher, the legendary lord Lester from thousands of years ago, to defeat all enemies,
After that, she can naturally fulfill her dream - let her teacher hold a grand wedding for her. The groom is the teacher and the bride is naturally herself.
She believes that when that day comes, her teacher will never reject her.
With such goals and dreams in mind, Sindra, who put on her bridal gown in her sleep, smiled sweetly. The girl opened her eyes and heard the shouts of sailors outside the window.
The girl stood up quietly, walked to the other single bed, lowered her head to the sleeping man, and took the first brave step.
The brave girl did not see that the "sleeping" man's right hand hidden under the quilt suddenly gave a thumbs up.
