Regarding Alistar's praise for Ashe, Tryndamere smiled somewhat proudly.
However, inexplicably, even though Alistar was clearly praising Ashe's beauty, for some reason, whenever those words came from the minotaur's mouth, Tryndamere couldn't help but feel something strange about it.
But fortunately, Alistar's comment was just casual, and soon, under Jarvan IV's lead, the topic shifted.
"Are you all signing up for football?" Jarvan asked.
"Yes, I signed up for football, weightlifting, and arm wrestling," Alistar grunted.
Tryndamere glanced at Alistar and then said, "Football and combat."
At that moment, Tryndamere was glad he hadn't signed up for weightlifting.
"Combat, huh?" Listening to Tryndamere's words, Jarvan IV looked meaningfully at Tryndamere, whose body was covered in scars. As long as someone wasn't blind, they could see that Tryndamere was an extremely powerful warrior.
The good news was that Tryndamere and Alistar had both signed up for football, and luckily, Freljord and Demacia were assigned together, so they could team up.
The bad news was that in the weightlifting event, which Demacia had hoped to excel in, it seemed hopeless now.
Although the Demacian dauntless vanguards were all strong, elite soldiers with immense strength, neither Garen nor Jarvan IV thought they could outmuscle Alistar.
Just by looking at the muscles on his purple body, as hard as stone, it was clear that Alistar was unbeatable in strength.
"You should also know that the football matches are organized by region. After all, each country sends only a few athletes, so they definitely can't form football teams with more than eleven players. Just like us, Demacia, this time only six athletes have come, and some smaller countries have only sent two or three individuals."
Jarvan IV continued with a smile, "So, as the largest contingent with the most generous rewards, the football matches are self-organized by region. Tryndamere, since we're in the same dormitory, why don't we team up? What do you think?"
Jarvan IV extended his hand to Tryndamere.
"I have to ask Ashe about this first," Tryndamere immediately replied.
Do you really need to ask for your wife's permission before doing anything?
Jarvan IV was momentarily speechless, but soon realized that Tryndamere was from Freljord, and it dawned on him.
In Freljord, where women were more dominant, if Tryndamere wanted to do something on his own, he really needed the approval of the tribal war mother.
Thinking of this, the prince no longer envied Tryndamere.
Polyandry, even if the wife is beautiful and elegant, normal men couldn't stand it, right?
Obviously, the prince didn't know that Tryndamere and Ashe were actually equal spouses, and that Tryndamere was Ashe's only husband.
But Tryndamere had no intention of revealing it, after all, in Freljord, it was not uncommon for war mothers to have multiple men, and his current situation was actually the strange one, so there was nothing to explain.
This also led Jarvan IV to label this fierce-looking warrior as a "henpecked husband."
"What about you, Alistar?"
"Nothing important, I'm just here in Zaun to make a living, and then I want to find someone," Alistar said seriously.
The minotaur race is spread across the Valoran continent, and Alistar's clan originally guarded the trade routes in Zaun, living on the mountains of the Valoran Mountains between Zaun and Noxus.
But those two-faced Noxians deceived the minotaurs, and the Noxians also destroyed Alistar's clan.
As for the other clans, Alistar did see minotaurs in Noxus's army, which made him very sad.
He had always thought that the minotaurs were united, different clans but with the same heart, but obviously, Alistar was thinking too much.
But the experience in Noxus also made this simple-minded minotaur understand that not all Noxians were bad people, whether human or minotaur, there were good and bad.
The cruelty and kindness he encountered along the way promoted Alistar's continuous growth, and now he was repaying the kindness he had received.
He wanted to find her, a woman.
"Looking for someone?"
Alistar thought for a moment, then decided to tell Jarvan IV about his experiences.
He endured torture in Noxus, despaired and anger in the arena, and later was saved by Ayelia, and he told Jarvan IV all about it.
And after Jarvan IV and Garen heard it, their expressions gradually became serious.
Meanwhile, Tryndamere's expression also changed.
"Alistar, Demacia can help you," Jarvan said seriously to Alistar.
"Really? But I don't know where Ayelia is." Alistar showed surprise. Of course, he knew what the Demacian prince represented.
"Since you want to help me, let me tell you the truth. I saved a merchant from a group of shadow wolves in the forest. I told him about my situation, and he told me that Twin Cities is going to hold a sports event. He said that people from all over the world would watch the event, so as long as I participated, Ayelia would likely see me."
"And if I win the competition, I can also make a request to Twin Cities," Alistar said happily.
"Alistar, that merchant didn't deceive you, I'll help you too, you can trust me." Jarvan IV patted his chest, reassuringly: "Demacia will assist you in finding Ayelia, as long as she's within Demacia's borders."
"Thank you."
Alistar reached out his large hand, tightly gripping Jarvan IV's small hand.
"You're welcome."
But damn, Alistar's hand is really big!
"Oh, Ashe just said I can join you guys." Tryndamere hung up the Hextech phone.
"And she also said she'll have Avorosa search for Ayelia in Freljord."
"Thank you, all of you," Alistar said happily.
"Avorosa.... Tryndamere, is Avorosa a significant tribe in Freljord?" Hearing the pride in Tryndamere's tone, Jarvan IV quickly asked.
"The Avorosa led by Ashe is currently the largest tribe in present-day Freljord, with a population exceeding seventy thousand, and the number of warriors under her command has exceeded eight thousand," Tryndamere said proudly. Under Ashe's leadership, Avorosa had been improving day by day, with small tribes coming to pay homage to Ashe every day, hoping to join Avorosa for protection.
But in just three months, the population of Avorosa had grown from over fifty thousand to seventy thousand, mostly consisting of young adults!
Eight thousand warriors, this was definitely the largest tribe in Freljord!
Could the Winter's Claw even muster three thousand warriors? Two thousand would be overestimating them!
"She's truly formidable," Jarvan IV sucked in a breath.
The room was filled with a lively atmosphere.
"Alright, let's go eat something now? I'm a bit hungry." Jarvan IV said.
"So am I."
"Where should we eat? Should we take the Hextech train to the city center?" Tryndamere put on his clothes, a short-sleeved shirt chosen by Ashe, with a puzzled look.
"Of course not, didn't you hear what the enforcers said when you came in? Twin Cities has already prepared food for us, and now I think it should be the same model as Twin Cities University, a cafeteria."
"I've already been to the cafeteria, and the food there is really delicious," Alistar said.
"It's different, Alistar, the place you went to before was a restaurant, temporarily requisitioned by Piltover councilors. The real cafeteria is self-service. Let's go, we'll find out by asking." Jarvan reached out and patted Alistar's back, saying kindly.
Alistar and Tryndamere both nodded, following Jarvan's lead.
Watching this scene, Garen felt a bit emotional.
Perhaps Jarvan himself didn't even know how charismatic he was.
As the high and mighty prince, the heir of one of the most powerful nation in Valoran, he never put on airs with anyone, and even treated everyone equally.
Just this alone was enough to convince others of his leadership.
As the four of them walked out, the adjacent room 105 emitted a sound. Shortly after, a slender man with a small beard smirked as he walked out.
Then...
"Draven?!" Both Garen and Jarvan IV's faces turned grim as they bumped into Draven, who blocked their path with a mocking smile.
"Hey, isn't this the famous Might of Demacia?" Draven sneered.
Upon hearing the commotion outside, the door of 105 was opened again, and then a burly man walked out.
Darius poked his head out quietly, standing behind Draven, watching Jarvan IV and Garen.
Although he was always annoyed by Draven's troublemaking, Darius couldn't just stand by and watch his brother Draven get beaten up.
That would be too embarrassing for Noxus.
"Move aside!" Jarvan IV said coldly.
"Are you ordering me? Wow, the demacian prince sure is arrogant." Draven said nervously. "You even want to order Noxians now. Have you already invaded the small countries around Demacia?"
"Demacia doesn't harm others. Do you think we're like you?" Jarvan IV's brow furrowed tighter.
"Move aside!" Alistar stood behind, his massive fists clenching. "I remember you. You're that guy from the arena."
"Alistar?" Draven found the minotaur vaguely familiar but didn't pay much attention.
With Alistar's comment, Draven quickly remembered. Whispering a few words to Darius, who stood silently behind him, Darius nodded.
"Back off, or I'll take action!" Alistar's eyes reddened as he raised his massive fists.
The commotion grew louder and louder, and soon the surroundings of Building 7 were packed with people.
"It's Noxus and Demacia again."
"Why is it always them? Every time they meet, there's trouble. And now they're even assigned to the same building. This should be interesting."
"You wanna fight? You touch me once, I kill one of your people. You touch me twice, I kill ten of your people," Draven chuckled, looking at Alistar provocatively. "Want to see me in action?"
"Moo!"
Alistar's eyes turned crimson as he raised his massive iron pot fist.
Draven remained unfazed, his hand behind his back, feeling the sharp blade of a claw knife.
He caused trouble and feared trouble, but Draven never feared the ordinary kind.
Just like when he was a child, daring to throw knives at Noxian officers for fun.
Draven is truely a reckless thrill-seeker.
"Calm down, Alistar!" Tryndamere intervened, holding Alistar back with his large hand.
Having experienced the destruction of his tribe, Tryndamere learned to control his anger, gradually emerging from his shadow, especially under Ashe's guidance.
While he was still annoyed, Tryndamere knew it wasn't the time for a fight. Ashe had warned him.
"Darius, is this also what you want?" Garen looked at Darius behind Draven, his face stern.
"If you want a fight, I'm ready anytime!" Garen extended his hand, pushing it toward Draven.
Darius, towering over the crowd except for Alistar, gave Garen a disdainful glance.
Draven moved, the exquisite blade of his claw knife shimmering with a silvery light as he thrust it towards Garen's outstretched hand.
Garen hadn't expected Draven to carry a weapon with him, but it was too late to evade. He calmly bent his body, preparing to knock Draven away directly.
But the next moment, both Draven and Garen wore expressions of astonishment.
The claw knife seemed to pierce the air, but with no force behind it.
Garen's body froze, and in the next instant, he started floating.
"Hey, hey, hey."
"Room 105, 106."
"Did I forget to mention it? Oh well, I'll say it now."
"Fighting is strictly prohibited in Twin Cities Village. If you have any personal matters to settle, please go to the arena. You've got guts trying to start a fight in the dormitory area."
A lazy voice echoed from above.
Everyone present looked up, and in an instant, many were dumbfounded.
In the sky, a man wearing sportswear, sneakers, with his hair flowing smoothly, and holding a bottle of juice, was casually strolling in the air.
Taking one step after another downwards.
Wait, isn't this the administrator from Twin Cities that they saw in the management office earlier this morning?
"Well, did you hear what I just said?"
"You idiots!"
Linwin threw the juice bottle at Jarvan IV's head.
"105, move."
Draven hesitated and slowly retracted his hand.
Darius squinted at Linwin, realizing that the lazy man from earlier was the guardian of Twin Cities.
"You six, any objections to being punished?" Linwin said with a smile.
"..." Darius and Draven remained silent.
When they arrived, Swain had warned them not to have a conflict with Linwin Lorant.
They couldn't afford to provoke Twin Cities if Noxus wanted to recover quickly.
"Yes, Uncle," Jarvan IV said with a wry smile.
Jarvan IV agreed, and Garen naturally had no objections.
The only thing that's bothering me a bit is Alistar.
"Who are you?"
Alistar pointed his big hand at the sky, shouting at Linwin, "Are you really that powerful?"
Swoosh!
With just one hand, Linwin lifted Alistar into the air. The next moment, Linwin raised his hand.
"Moo!!!!!!"
A cow-like sound echoed as Alistar soared to the height of the fourth floor. Looking down, Alistar was petrified.
"Now, are you willing to listen?"
"Ye-Yes!"
Alistar nodded frantically.
Now, if the other party lets go, Alistar will fall to the ground. Although this height isn't much for Alistar, what if it gets higher?
Alistar doesn't think he can survive a fall from hundreds of meters.
"So, all six of you."
"Attention!"
Jarvan IV and Garen instantly stood straight.
On the other hand, Darius and Draven were puzzled.
Tryndamere was even more confused on the side.
Alistar, lifted by Linwin's magic, looked at Linwin with a dumbfounded expression.
"Forget it."
"Run five hundred laps around the soccer field. If you can't finish, no meals for you. Ready, run!"
"Wow!"
"Five hundred laps? That's deadly. I can't even handle fifteen."
The surroundings became noisy, even Draven's face went pale.
Five hundred laps? Five hundred laps?!
Are you kidding me!
Making him run five hundred laps is worse than making him fight a lion!
Linwin smiled and took out a whistle from his pocket.
Really... trying to cause trouble on my first day of being an administrator, huh?
Since they've gotten into a dispute while being together, it's just right for Linwin to assert his authority, making it easier to deal with them in the future. At the same time, it facilitates Linwin's better management of Twin Cities.
As for Draven turning pale, Linwin chuckled.
The size of this soccer field isn't the same as in the previous world.
In this world, there are many superhumans, so naturally, the soccer field must be large. As for the physical strength of ordinary people... well, soccer is not a fair game.
So, some participants may start panting after running a few laps, and Linwin can't do anything about it.
He's already screened out the mages. Should he also screen out the physically strong ones?
No, he can't do that.
Therefore, the soccer field is twice the size of the previous world's, measuring 210x136.
So, five hundred laps... hehehe.
"Start running!"
Linwin shouted.
Jarvan IV was the first to dash out.
//// Going to rest a few more days, got a high fever right after the exam. I'll just upload the draft I've saved up. At most three days ////
From the afternoon until the evening, on the muddy soccer field instead of grassy lawn in Twin Cities, a group of people were curiously watching several individuals running laps around the perimeter of the field.
How idle could they be after entering Twin Cities?
Idle to the extreme!
Since the specific training method hadn't been arranged yet on the first day in Twin Cities, everyone had nothing to do after dinner. Now, it was obvious that people had found entertainment.
That was watching the prominent figures from Demacia and Noxus running laps on the soccer field.
"Are they really going to run five hundred laps? Isn't that a bit too much?"
"The administrator is really strict. What's most impressive is that both General Darius and Captain Draven actually listen to him."
"What's the big deal? Didn't you see Prince Jarvan IV also being punished to run?!"
"Look, that guy with the little beard seems like he can't run anymore."
"Shh, keep your voice down. If you want to die, don't drag me into it! He's Captain Draven from Noxus. If he hears you gossiping about him, you're done for!" His roommate nudged him, speaking very seriously.
"What's there to worry about? Can't you see he's about to collapse?"
Yes, even if someone went to curse Draven right next to him, he probably wouldn't hear it now.
What does it feel like to run until consciousness blurs?
Hands swinging weakly, tongue lolling out ungracefully, head hanging low toward the ground, Draven couldn't count how many laps he had run, but there was a string in his brain that kept tension.
He. He should have run more than two hundred laps by now, right?
His legs were trembling weakly. Beside Draven, Garen and Tryndamere were running fast. They had already run over a hundred laps more than Draven, and Darius quietly ran, keeping pace with his younger brother.
Darius's endurance was certainly good, but his height and weight were there, and now after running two hundred and fifty-seven laps, he began to feel breathless, and his head was starting to feel dizzy.
But he could endure. Darius's greatest strength was his willpower.
In terms of physical fitness, the soldiers of the Dauntless Vanguard were probably stronger than him. Darius was actually just an ordinary person, but an ordinary person who climbed to the top of the empire step by step, relying not only on battlefield strength but also on a firm, indomitable heart.
"You all better run faster! At this rate, I see only Garen and Tryndamere getting supper tonight. Don't worry, I'm not going back to eat either. I'll stay here with you guys."
In the air, Linwin, holding a bag of snacks, happily chewed.
Yes, no dinner for me, but I'll have snacks!
Beside him were a few bags of snacks flying around, along with two bottles of drinks. These were all brought to him by an enforcer just now.
"Now, you guys like causing trouble, huh? Like fighting, don't you?"
"Listen up, everyone in Twin Cities Village. Fighting is prohibited here. Whoever dares to do it again, will end up like them. If you do it twice, you'll be kicked out, expelled from Twin Cities, and disqualified from the competition! From now on, Twin Cities will not accommodate your home countries behind your backs. I don't care where you come from!" Linwin snorted coldly.
"Twin Cities Games prioritize friendship first. I don't care what grudges you had before, but here, you all better behave yourselves! We worked hard to get Noxus to sign the treaty, to get your countries and tribes to agree to send you here to participate in the games, not to let you come here and act like big shots."
"Remember, this is my territory, and in Twin Cities, my voice is the loudest."
Linwin lazily lay on his side in the air, mouth wide open, holding the snack bag high, pouring spicy dried potato chips into his mouth.
Below were a group of people running laps, and it was funny that as mealtime approached, more and more people gathered to watch.
The most interesting part was that they might still be holding food and drinks.
Those were brought from the canteen, and of course, all the food in Twin Cities was free, and the dishes were even more luxurious than those at Twin Cities University.
Completely enough for the four hundred or so people to eat and drink.
Money? Linwin had plenty of it!
"Huff, huff, huff."
Jarvan IV panted heavily, watching Garen and Tryndamere running past him, his head shaking with a bitter smile.
He couldn't keep up. Even though his physical fitness was already abnormal, compared to Garen, he was still far behind. And Tryndamere, this guy could easily keep up with Garen.
You know, carrying a hundred kilograms and running tens of kilometers every day was Garen's daily exercise, so this punishment was a trivial matter for the Dauntless Vanguard soldiers. He even tried dragging a few tons of heavy statues to run, so Garen would be able to finish running in no time.
Tryndamere was a bit strange. Jarvan IV noticed that every time Tryndamere ran past him, a red mist would be left behind.
Like blood and sweat?
And Tryndamere's originally green, beast-like pupils had also changed, gradually turning crimson.
Forget about those two freaks.
Jarvan IV looked up at Alistar ahead of him. "Alistar, are you okay?"
"No problem, moo, it's nothing," replied Alistar.
Alistar turned to Jarvan IV with a sincere smile, his breath steady, and loudly said, "This is nothing for our minotaur tribe. I can run all day, Jarvan, I love running."
"Then why are you..." Jarvan IV was taken aback, thinking Alistar was like him.
"I'm helping you," Alistar replied.
"In our tribe, when running on mountain ridges, adult warriors often run ahead, while the weaker young ones follow behind, saving a lot of energy for the latter," Alistar explained.
"Thank you," Jarvan IV's eyes flashed with gratitude. He cheered up, took a few extra steps, then reached out to pat Alistar's shoulder blade and forced a smile, "But you should keep running ahead. Alistar, what my uncle said is true. If you're late, there won't be any food left."
"But, but if I don't break the wind for you and run with you, can you finish five hundred laps?" Alistar blinked his bovine eyes and asked.
"Silly cow, the person behind you is the future king of Demacia. Who do you think I am?" Jarvan IV grinned.
Well, this minotaur successfully gained Jarvan IV's friendship.
No longer out of a sense of duty.
The naturally kind-hearted minotaur was truly liked by the people of Demacia. It's no wonder the king once broke his vow to send troops to save a group of minotaurs.
"Then, should I run?" Alistar said.
"Yes, go ahead."
"Moo!!!"
Looking up, Alistar roared, then lifted his big foot and, in the next moment, sprinted at a super astonishing speed.
"Cough, cough!!!"
Starting to cough heavily, Jarvan IV patted away the smoke in front of him, then looked ahead with a shocked expression as Alistar disappeared.
Too fast.
"Alistar, stop!"
In mid-air, Linwin immediately lost his composure.
Goodness gracious!
Is this bull running or demolishing?
Wherever he ran, he left behind a trail of destruction!
Keep in mind that this is a track specially laid by Taliyah, and now... Alistar's full-speed sprint has left behind pits everywhere in just a moment.
"What?" Alistar stopped, a little afraid, looking at Linwin.
Linwin, landing in front of Alistar, said to him, "You can go eat now."
"But I haven't finished running yet."
"I told you to go eat." Linwin said.
"Moo," Alistar nodded.
Turning around, he took a few steps, then looked back at Linwin, curious. "Administrator, where do we eat?"
"Ugh....anyone?"
Linwin shouted.
The next moment, two enforcers hurried over.
"Take this bull to the cafeteria."
"Yes, Councilor Linwin." The two enforcers nodded.
Alistar followed them and left. Next, there were only five people left running.
Watching Garen and Tryndamere, who were almost finished, Linwin thought for a moment, then grinned and raised his hand.
A green wind rose from Linwin's hand, forming two rings the next moment, enclosing Garen and Tryndamere.
"!"
Garen, who was running, instantly paused his steps, his body stiffened, his head almost rolling forward, almost rolling out.
Tryndamere's situation was similar to Garen's, also stopping instantly, standing still in place, dazed.
His back pressed down, Garen raised his head in astonishment, only to see Linwin playing with his fingers.
"."
Taking a deep breath, Garen soon lowered his head and continued to run forward.
"Can you still run?" Tryndamere gritted his teeth, his eyes turning red, a terrifying scar on his abdomen, hidden under his clothes, also turning red, as if it was about to ignite.
He felt like he was carrying a whole Elnuk on his back, no, he should say it was a wild drüvask boar.
Tryndamere, who had been running for a long time, could no longer move with such a heavy burden.
"Well, I often do weight training, so I can handle this weight." Garen replied easily.
Tryndamere: "."
Damn it!
Forget about that cow, why can Garen do it too?
Before encountering that demon, Tryndamere thought he was the strongest, but after his tribe was destroyed and he joined Avarosa, he learned from Ashe that there are always stronger people out there.
Indeed, this world is vast.
"I don't believe it!"
Lowering his head, Tryndamere roared, his eyes glowing red, the red mist spreading faster and thicker, and he started running again.
At the same time, from behind,
Darius patted Draven's shoulder, sweating profusely but expressionless.
"You've done well."
With a soft utterance, Darius exerted force with both hands, lifted Draven up, and then carried him on his back.
This ordinary man not only persisted in running but now also had to carry Draven with him.
"Oh!"
Linwin saw this scene and his eyes lit up.
This is exactly the purpose of the Twin Cities Games! Unity and progress.
Yes, not only during the Twin Cities Games should this be achieved, but also after the Void is revealed, I hope you guys can remember this!
Raising his hand again, wind magic appeared on Darius's body.
"Huh." Darius knew his body very well. In an instant, he looked up at the sky.
He saw Linwin smiling at him.
Ding: The Hand of Noxus is curious about you.
Ding: The Barbarian King bears a grudge against you.
Ding: The Demacian Prince fears you.
Ding: The Might of Demacia is curious about you.
Listening to the system's prompts, Linwin hadn't even increased his favorability yet.
Just as he was thinking this—
Ding: The Minotaur is very grateful to you, and your favorability has increased.
"Uh..."
"It seems the minotaur got his meal." Linwin thought strangely.
As time passed, by 8:30, with Linwin's help, Darius, carrying Draven, finally caught up with Jarvan IV's progress.
Tryndamere and Garen sat together, chatting leisurely after the wind magic was removed. Tryndamere and Garen even cheered for Jarvan IV.
"Oh my god. Five hundred laps, they really completed five hundred laps!"
Someone exclaimed, feeling incredulous.
This is five hundred laps, each lap is several hundred meters, so five hundred laps is over a hundred kilometers!
Monsters!
"After finishing, go eat. Don't make the same mistake again next time." Linwin glanced at the time. The cafeteria was still open, and it was almost supper time now.
In the Twin Cities Village, breakfast is from 6:00 to 8:30 in the morning, lunch is from 11:30 to 1:30 in the afternoon, and dinner is from 5:30 to 7:00 in the evening. Supper time is from 9:00 to 10:30 in the evening.
"Mo, Administrator, can I go eat again?" Alistar approached.
"If you want to eat, go ahead. As long as you don't waste food, eat however you want." Linwin said.
"I won't waste food!" Alistar stretched out his big hand into a fist, thumped his chest, and the big fist hit his chest muscles, making a dull sound.
Ding: The Minotaur's favorability towards you has increased.
Linwin patted the minotaur's shoulder satisfactorily.
If Darius and Draven could increase their favorability like this, then Linwin would be able to run to Freljord to stand on equal footings with those demi-gods in a few days.
Oh, and Aatrox...
Who knows when that guy will march south to Shurima. If he takes the road to the Twin Cities, then it might be the whole Twin Cities fighting Aatrox together.
This guy's mind is completely messed up now. Can't expect him to help against the Void. It would be great if he doesn't stab you in the back when they're fighting against the Void.
Hoping for his help? Ha!
Unless Azir personally orders him, but over the millennia, Aatrox may have forgotten his honor.
Thinking like this, Linwin waved his hand and decided to go back to eat.
Ding: The Frost Archer is curious about you.
The system prompt sounded, and Linwin looked up at the crowd.
He saw two white-haired women, one tall and one short, but to be honest, the shorter one in the crowd was still tall.
Ashe, dressed in sportswear, walked into the crowd coldly, heading straight for Tryndamere, with Sejuani beside her.
"Did you get into a fight?" Ashe approached Tryndamere, saying as she took out a bottle of water.
"No!" Tryndamere waved his hands to deny.
Jarvan IV's expression on the side was strange, as was Garen's, as they watched Ashe gave water to Tryndamere.
"My dear, you don't need to be so nervous, I'm just asking."
"You know, I wouldn't dare without your consent," Tryndamere chuckled, sounding a bit timid.
The Warmother is the leader of the tribe, and Tryndamere himself is Ashe's "wife".
And now, he genuinely loves Ashe from the bottom of his heart.
"Go ahead, eat. I just bought these energy bars." Watching Tryndamere's demeanor, Ashe chuckled lightly, shaking her head, and she fed a energy bar to Tryndamere.
Sejuani, who was beside them, turned her head slightly, pursing her lips in disdain.
As the Warmother of Freljord's Avarosa, the legendary hero, and now the chief of the largest tribe, to treat a man like this?
Hmph, actions of the weak!
If this is someone else doing this, Sejuani would never forgive them!
This is simply humiliating the pride of Freljordian women!
"Garen."
"Jarvan?"
"Why do I suddenly feel a bit envious?" Jarvan IV sighed.
Garen shook his head, saying nothing.
"But compared to those brothers, haha."
In the sky, Linwin quietly held his water bottle, feeling a bit annoyed.
Damn it!
Throwing dog food in front of so many people?
"Everyone must return to their dormitories by eleven at night."
Leaving this sentence behind, Linwin headed back in the distance.
---
Approaching ten o'clock in Zaun, the hustle and bustle continued. On the commercial street, Zoran's shop was lit up with colorful lights. Old Zoran rarely stayed in instead of going out for drinks. He was dozing off at the checkout counter.
Linwin originally wanted to tell Old Zoran to go upstairs to sleep, but seeing that he was nodding off, he thought about it and didn't disturb Old Zoran's peaceful sleep.
At this time, if he woke Old Zoran up, it might actually disturb his sleep.
After going upstairs, Linwin looked at Kai'Sa sitting in the living room.
"Oh, are you waiting for me?"
Kai'Sa, who was reading a book, nodded when she saw Linwin, and said, "Wait a moment, let me heat up the food first."
Linwin nodded and sat down at the dining table.
There was an indescribable feeling in his heart. It's so nice to come home and have someone heat up your food for you.
The envy for Tryndamere from two minutes ago had long disappeared.
Why envy Tryndamere?
I have Kai'Sa!
Feeling proud of himself, Linwin then turned his head.
Because the door of the room beside him opened, and then a head boldly "peeked" out.
It was Kassadin.
Upon hearing the movement, his father-in-law poked his head out and stared at Linwin intently.
Linwin: "."
Damn it, if it weren't for Kassadin coming back, Linwin would have scored already!
He had to find a way to come up with an excuse to get Kassadin to leave, otherwise he would be too annoying.
Seeing Kai'Sa turning her head back, Kassadin immediately closed the door again.
Soon, the meal was ready.
"Powder wanted to wait for you to come back too, but Vi called and asked her to go back."
Handing the chopsticks to Linwin, Kai'Sa sat down at the dining table.
"Did Lux came today?"
"Yes, and Zeri too." Kai'Sa spoke up.
"What's she here for?"
"She suddenly wanted to participate in the games, hoping to sign up midway through with your help."
"Isn't she crazy?" Linwin muttered.
"Oh right."
"Hmm?"
"Could you feed me?"
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