Ryan lost the chance to be thanked by the First Land.
Because the man was not a bad person.
He genuinely just wanted to buy Ryan a drink.
As someone who claimed to have traveled all over Ionia, he said he had experienced too many joys and sorrows of parting, so Ryan's words really resonated with him.
"We will always meet again..." The man slammed his cup on the table, and the splashing liquor made the tavern's pervasive aroma of alcohol even stronger, "But unfortunately, he won't have the chance."
"He?"
Ryan looked towards the drunkard at the door.
He had already been helped up and placed on a nearby bench.
"His wife died at the hands of Noxus, so they might meet, but not in this world."
There was sarcasm in the man's tone.
"You don't seem to pity him?"
"He's not worth pitying. They had a chance to escape then, but he kept the chance for himself."
It took Ryan a moment to understand that 'a chance to escape' meant a chance for one person to escape.
He didn't probe how the man knew about this, as hints could also be seen from how others treated the drunkard.
The kindness of Ionia people was primarily manifested in the fact that most people had no subjective intention to harm others.
But this did not mean that every Ionia person was a perfectly good person, combining bravery and kindness.
Especially when faced with choices of life and death, the vast majority of human nature could not withstand the test.
"But the culprits are still those murderers..."
Ryan led the conversation to Noxus.
The reason he came early was to better embrace this world and, incidentally, to understand his opponents.
The masters' views were undoubtedly constructive, but ordinary people's views of the world also had great reference value.
As an adult, Ryan didn't like to choose but was accustomed to handling both sides.
This topic undoubtedly gave the man a greater desire to express himself.
He began to tell his own story...
After the third drink, the man closed his eyes melancholically.
"I spent over a decade of my life exploring the world, but the truly exciting parts worth recounting add up to only a few tens of minutes."
"Because the other decades of time have already become a part of you, there's no need to prove anything with words anymore."
Although Ryan was not old, he could say truckloads of such comforting words.
The local natives, who had not experienced the baptism of understanding readers, clearly fell for this.
The greatly Inspired man immediately began his second round of recollections.
This round of recollections was more about telling stories that had long circulated in Ionia.
He had once tried to be an explorer, venturing to the locations described in those stories.
But after years of traveling, he found that many stories were truly just stories, and some could be considered history, but the specific details still differed from what was circulated.
Ryan never interrupted the man.
He gained a lot from this drinking session.
First, according to the middle-aged man's narration, Ryan discovered that the background stories he was familiar with actually differed from the real world.
Although the general framework and background settings of this world were the same, many things seemed to have been pulled out, sewn up, and reinserted.
Ryan was surprised by this but could also understand.
After all, those background designers only knew how to type on keyboards; what did they know about the Rune Universe?
For those who typed on keyboards, a set story was merely a draft that could be modified at will.
But the world before him was a real and complete world, an incredibly complex world.
Although two years of beach life did not involve much contact with the outside world, seeing a leopard through a tube also allowed him to taste a bit of the world's warmth.
Now, although he knew about the existence of information gaps, thinking from another perspective, more unknowns meant more surprises...
Why are people afraid of puddles in the middle of the road? Because puddles will wet their shoes.
But when you have galoshes, those puddles become fun along the way.
Ryan didn't have galoshes, but he had a cheat!
He was not afraid of the unknowns; instead, he wanted to quickly lift the veil of the unknown himself.
The wine didn't intoxicate; the man intoxicated himself.
The man finally fell into a drunken stupor in his own memories.
When Ryan looked at the bartender in a panic, the latter gave him a kind smile and told Ryan, "He'll pay when he wakes up."
It seemed the man had an excellent reputation here.
Ryan remembered the man's face.
Given the man's traveling nature, they might meet again someday.
He came out onto the street again.
It was probably around three in the afternoon, and the streets were still bustling, even showing a trend of more and more people.
Previously, Ryan didn't know the reason, but he learned it at the tavern—because of the Gouya Temple exhibition.
This ancient temple might not have as much fame in traditional fields as the Wind Sword Sect or the Navori Brotherhood.
But in the field of art, it was undoubtedly the first.
And in ancient Ionia, there were not a few people who understood and revered art.
Ryan stood on the street, watching people of all kinds walk by.
From their dressing styles, one could tell that everyone came from different places.
Ionia's location was different from the countries on Valoran; thousands of years still hadn't allowed it to establish a complete and unified system.
Every town and even village was like a country within a country.
They had their own culture, styles, and even dialects.
The dialect of eastern Ionia sounded like a foreign language to people in the west.
But fortunately, the development of this magical world also followed some sociological theories; Ionia and even the entire pan-Valoran region had a common language.
Ryan's striking appearance and physique attracted many gazes.
And among the crowd, a figure also caught Ryan's eye...
He watched the slightly limping figure merge into the crowd, and then disappear in a blink.
When he caught sight of the figure again, the person had already entered a hotel.
Normally, Ryan wouldn't pay too much attention to such figures.
Because war had made many such pitiable people in Ionia.
But when his peripheral vision swept towards that figure, he perceived a strange feeling from the person.
Like spoiled cheese, or durian put in a microwave.
In short, it wasn't anything good!
Ryan frowned deeply.
Suddenly, he belatedly realized something.
Did the Spirits of Nature and the First Land also see him this way?
...
He shook his head to dispel this strange thought, and the ravenous Dark Magic found an opportunity again, urging him to follow the figure's trail.
Ryan previously didn't trust his own perception.
Because in his previous life, when he was in school, he would get several multiple-choice questions wrong every time, and after graduation, he would get several lottery numbers wrong every time he bought a ticket.
But after possessing Dark Magic, he felt his perception had become sharper!
If he couldn't figure out multiple-choice questions and lotteries, could he not figure out a bad thing?
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Brothers, continued reading is very important. Please turn the pages to the end. What if you transmigrate while reading the book!