Everyone was afraid of Sindra, but Jeno was not.

No matter how strong Sindra is, loneliness is something that she always lingers on. The strong reap the fear of others, so they are lonely.

In other words, it is possible to befriend a witch and use friendship to influence her.

Jeno knew that this was a dangerous idea, but Sindra was a powerful person who could fight against the entire Ionian Soul on her own, and if he could get her help, then where would he not be able to go in the world?

But this idea is already very dangerous, it is difficult to make friends with someone with impure purposes to make the other party approve of herself, and let Sindra do things according to her own will, isn't it like manipulating her. This is a false demonstration, and it is better not to say such things if the favorability level does not reach a certain level.

Anyway, wake Sindra up first, and then try to slowly change her.

As for formulating a metamorphosis meter that belonged to Sindra, he didn't think that much, and he didn't think it was an easy thing to do.

He waded through the pool to Syndra, his hands reaching down against him from the crook of his knee and his back. Jeno felt the warmth of her skin on her skin, completely different from the icy pool water.

Then, with careful force, Jeno broke the roots of the tree that wrapped around her limbs, and picked her up from the pool. The pool of water trickled down from her, but she didn't wake up right away, and that's exactly what Jeno wanted, anyone who saw him wake up from prison would be very angry, and it might be much better to change to a beautiful environment.

He stretched out a crystal ball shield large enough for the two of them, causing Tam to swallow them and leave immediately.

Shortly after Jeno left.

Four men in black broke in, holding a small ball full of winged fireflies in their hands to use as lighting.

When the fireflies lit up the pond without finding any sign of Sindra, the four unspeakers fell into deep disbelief.

It is impossible for Sindra to be transferred, because she will awaken once she leaves here, so doesn't that mean that she has been awakened by the Noxians?

It's all late.

The arrogant of defeat licked his eyes, and a shadow broke away from the original darkness of the cavern, and galloped with murderous intent on them.

They tacitly united and launched a counterattack against the comers.

For a while, the hidden weapons flew together, and the blade saw blood.

But the darkness was the home of the felines after all, and although they relied on their numerical superiority to inflict heavy losses on General Karan, they all died in the end under his claws.

The last of Ionia's unspeakers died, and Kahlan failed to keep what the Prophet had asked him to guard.

He let out an unwilling roar as his fate was about to be changed, and he saw the path of darkness unfolding before his eyes once more.

……

The girl could still hear the night whisper of the forest beside her. She could still see the silver ferns and roots beneath her feet, and the last rays of the setting sun above the canopy.

These are all normal, because she has experienced the same scene countless times.

But this time it was different, and these familiar scenes were slowly fading.

She sensed that something was wrong, put aside the shame of being blamed by her mother, and immediately ran to Lingliu.

But this time, above the green grass by the river, the willow disappeared and was replaced by a man who was grilling fish, and as he grabbed a handful of spices and sprinkled them on the fish, the aroma of food entered her nose.

Ahh

The spicy smell tickled the tip of her nose, tickling, a knee-jerk sneeze that drained the last vestiges of the Dream Pool water that had been left in her body.

She woke up, her long black eyelashes fluttering, and her deep eyes opened.

"Are you awake?"

A voice came into her ears, and sure enough, there was a man who was carefully grilling the fish, so everything she saw just now was true, and it was the world she felt with her spiritual power.

The world she knew was gone, and the world in front of her was real.

Sindra looked around, but a cool breeze hit her, and she found that she was not wearing an inch but a distinctly non-Ionian male shirt covering her body, so she immediately manipulated the gloomy magic and knitted a close-fitting black suit around herself according to her own aesthetic.

Not only that, but a crown grew from Syndra's head.

The crown of her head encircled her brow, as if darkness had been given life, forming a pair of tall, curved horns. A pure orb of shadow appeared in the center of the crown, silhouetted like a jewel, burning like fire, emitting waves of energy like Sindra's blood, and a cold fire burning in his eyes.

Only then did she become the familiar appearance of Jeno, with long black silk legs, and long white hair flowing lazily under the influence of telekinesis.

Truth be told, without this distinctive suit, Jeno wouldn't have recognized it as Sindra even if he met her on the street, but he remembered her appearance by now.

However, while weaving the suit, Sindra unconsciously drew some magic from the surroundings, causing the bonfire that Jeno had lit to go out.

"Oh, why did you put out the fire, the grilled fish is still a little hot, don't worry."

After saying that, Jeno channeled the most basic magic, threw a spark and re-lit the bonfire. This is what he learned from the books he collected on Fukukoshima, where he finally came into contact with the formal magic system, that is, the kind of magic that can be learned without awakening talents.

The familiar tone made Sindra feel a little inexplicable, but she didn't feel angry. She might never have known that in the game of another world, the total number of times Jeno manipulated several women playing with balls added up to thousands.

"Who are you?" Seeing that the man had no ill intentions, Sindra asked his name, and if it was someone to kill, she wouldn't waste her tongue asking such meaningless questions.

"My name is Jeno. Not an Ionian or a Noxian, I'm from Piltover. ”

"Jeno? Piltover? Sindra silently pronounced the name, and she couldn't find any good impression of the place in her memory, and of course, no bad impression.

Because she'd only heard that the people there were very rich, and she didn't know anything else. But as long as it's not an Ionian, then you don't need to do it.

"You know me? Stranger. ”

"Yes, and I saved you from your eternal dreams." Jeno calmly flipped the fish over and grilled it, and sprinkled it evenly with spices.

Looking at Jeno's calm movements, Sindra was even more puzzled, since she knew her, why didn't she run away? Isn't the other party afraid of himself?

But now that it's easy to get to know her, she also has a few questions to ask Jeno, she's been asleep for too long, her cognition is outdated, and she urgently needs a lot of updates about the present.