-327- Your wife is really beautiful

"Name."

"Cithria."

"Gender."

"Um, female?"

Seeing Linwin sizing her up, she quickly reaffirmed, "Female!"

"You're from Demacia?"

"You know about me?" With simple braided hair and a makeup-free face, Cithria, carrying a wooden broadsword on her back and a small backpack slung over her shoulder, looked at Linwin with great surprise.

As if it were an honor for her if Linwin recognized her.

"Of course. Before you arrived, I had already received five people from Demacia. You're the sixth now," Linwin said, looking at Cithria with some surprise.

This girl recognized me?

That shouldn't be right.

Thinking back, when she first arrived in the Twin Cities, she did see him. At that time, he went to see Jarvan IV as a councilor.

Later, Linwin often walked around the Twin Cities University, and the students would greet him or bow when they saw him.

So Cithria might have recognized him.

But with her appearance now, Linwin was a little surprised.

Lady of Clouds.

Just looking at the name, Linwin was really unfamiliar with the words "Lady of Clouds." He had never heard of such a champion in the League, so was she like Zeri, a new champion?

Facing this girl with braided hair and dressed like a village girl, could she be the future Lady in Demacia?

Linwin couldn't help but feel that she looked a bit clueless.

"Your room is in Building Three, Room 201, and the other Demacian staying with you is Laurent."

"Ah, Miss Laurent?" Cithria exclaimed.

Among the female participants from Demacia on this trip, there were only two: Cithria herself and Fiora Laurent.

Obviously, even Cithria herself felt that she was just here to make up the numbers.

"Go ahead. If you encounter any difficulties, you can come find me," Linwin nodded at Cithria.

After some thought, as Cithria turned to leave with an "Oh," Linwin added:

"Taliyah asked me to take care of you. I mean it, Cithria. If you encounter any troubles in the Twin Cities Village, come find me."

Establishing a relationship with Cithria was important!

After all, this clueless girl was a five-star card.

In other words, to some extent, her potential and status were higher than those of Jayce and Viktor.

This was quite an exaggeration. Even Garen and Darius were only four-star cards, while Fiora and Lux were five-star cards.

So... Cithria's future potential should not be weaker than Fiora's, and she could even rival the most terrifying fighters on Runeterra. Therefore, her strength was beyond doubt.

Ha, if Linwin had learned more about Legends of Runeterra, he would know that Cithria's status was not exaggerated.

After all, she's the official female protagonist of Riot's second universe.

"Taliyah?" Cithria turned back, looking surprised and puzzled.

"Taliyah is my apprentice," Linwin smiled.

Cithria widened her eyes, clutching her bag tightly, opened her mouth to say something, but after hesitating for a moment, she just gave Linwin a deep bow.

Taliyah had been very kind to her, often taking care of her when she worked at the docks.

So, for Cithria, Linwin Lorant was not only a hero in stories but also the master of her good friend, someone she now considered an elder!

"Um..."

Ding: Cithria admires you.

Ding: Cithria is curious about you.

Ding: Cithria respects you.

Watching Cithria's figure, Linwin rubbed his chin.

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At the same time, guided by the enforcers, Jarvan IV and Garen arrived at Building Seven.

Each floor had six rooms, and Jarvan and Garen happened to be staying in the last room on the ground floor.

The moment they pushed open the door, Jarvan IV thought it might be cramped like the dorms at Twin Cities University.

But as they walked in, Jarvan IV's eyes widened.

The room was much larger than the dorms at Twin Cities University, more than three times larger.

There were no bunk beds, but four separate large beds, each about one and a half meters wide and two meters long.

It was a super-sized bed!

In the room, there were already two people... no, one person and one..... cow?

Jarvan IV looked at the man, his torso covered in countless scars.

The most prominent was the black scar on his abdomen, as if it were a mark left by a demon.

His face was ruggedly handsome.

And then there was a huge minotaur squatting by the bed, poking at a soft pillow with his fingers.

He looked like the mythical half-man, half-bull being – a vastaya?

Jarvan IV opened his mouth, realizing that he knew both of these new roommates!

"Hello."

Seeing the big minotaur, Garen thought for a moment and greeted him.

"Huh? What? I don't know you," Alistar turned around, looking at Garen, snorting through his nostrils, then grunted.

"At the cafeteria, you stopped the conflict between me and the Noxian," Garen was taken aback, then immediately said, "Don't you remember?"

"Oh, it's you." Hearing that, Alistar immediately remembered, stood up, and walked up to Garen, wearing oversized shorts.

Garen was already tall and muscular.

But in front of Alistar, he looked like a child.

Alistar, who stood nearly two and a half meters tall, was like a wall of flesh, and the most terrifying thing was that one of his arms was as thick as both of Garen's thighs put together.

"Since you're enemies with Noxus, you're a friend," Alistar said friendly, extending a large hand to Garen.

Minotaurs were born warriors, and despite their rough appearance, they were actually skilled craftsmen and inherently kind-hearted.

Garen extended his palm and shook hands with Alistar gently.

"You're Tryndamere, the Barbarian King of Freljord, right?"

Jarvan IV, on the other hand, approached the man covered in scars.

"Tryndamere of Avarosa, it's nice to meet you, Prince of Demacia," Tryndamere nodded to Jarvan IV.

"Thanks for the help at the cafeteria," Jarvan IV shook his head at Tryndamere, indicating that he didn't need to be so polite.

Here, his status as a prince meant nothing.

"It was my wife who asked me to intervene," Tryndamere smiled.

"Your wife?" Jarvan IV was taken aback, then remembered the situation at the time.

Oh!

Was it Ashe?

That tall, voluptuous, beautiful white-haired woman?

"That woman is your wife?" Alistar certainly recognized Tryndamere; they had already talked before Garen and Jarvan arrived.

But Tryndamere hadn't mentioned that the white-haired woman was his wife.

"Yes," Tryndamere nodded proudly.

In the past six months, Tryndamere's feelings for Ashe had changed.

Ashe was indeed, as rumors said, a kind and great leader.

But at the same time, she was also a woman with a temper.

From being political tools to admiring each other, how long did it take?

Not long.

Tryndamere was strong and powerful, yet clear minded at times.

Ashe was beautiful and powerful, and she also took care of Tryndamere's emotions.

Slowly, naturally, they were attracted to each other.

Then, Tryndamere heard Alistar's voice.

"Tryndamere, your wife is really beautiful!" the minotaur said enviously.

////So in Chinese, there's a joke, that bull-head or 牛头人 is the one who love to NTR so here Alister is a bull-head and him saying "you wife is really beautiful" is the joke, get it?////