Having been marked by Faen, although pride as a warrior made Riven unwilling to give her first time to Faen inexplicably just like this... even if she knew very well that with just one order from Faen, she would spread her legs and open her flower petals without resistance.
But Faen didn't demand so, Riven wouldn't actively beg. Although not knowing how long this could drag on, Riven actually knew that even if Faen forced her to do so, in the end she could only silently lick her wounds, then after recovering more or less, continue to stand obediently by Faen's side acting as a so-called guard... or accompanying sex slave. Because except for Faen, no one gave her a chance for revenge.
Thinking this, Riven also felt a burst of inexplicable pressure in her heart.
On one hand, knowing she had no choice, and knowing she could still maintain the final bottom line because of Faen's permission. At the same time, she also knew very well that if she risked it all, giving everything to Faen simply, she would actually be the one benefiting more... But for some reason, Riven's heart always held a breath, unwilling to admit defeat and surrender just like this, letting Faen look down on her, letting those guys who betrayed her look down on her.
Thinking this, Riven also took a deep breath, then took out her weapon through the space connected by the Joy Mark to the spirit realm—thanks to the Joy Mark, the current Riven could also use Faen's spirit realm to a certain extent. Although the permission was quite low, storing some items and props was no problem.
Clenching the runic black stone giant sword in her hand, Riven could feel the connection between herself and this weapon becoming much weaker, but the current she didn't think too much, just looking at Faen humming: "I am ready."
"Then let's go." Faen nodded, then turned and clapped his hands.
Immediately following, in the sight of everyone in the Piltover Council Room, a layer of surging water curtain appeared around Faen and Riven on the terrace on the other end of the glass. Then this water curtain turned into flying waves, carrying the two turning into a blue arc of light speeding towards the distance—
"Although don't know why that group of fools in Noxus inexplicably withdrew the garrison in the Guardian's Sea, it doesn't matter. Anyway, they put it down, don't even think about taking it back easily!!"
Standing on the deck of the Dreadway, the uncrowned king of Bilgewater, the Pirate King among outlaws, the most notorious, infamous Lord of Bloodharbor with the highest bounty in the entire Bilgewater, the Saltwater Scourge Gangplank raised the rum in his hand, his gaze filled with cruelty and excitement.
A pair of turbid eyes looked around both sides, looking at those subordinates whose eyes equally showed greed and fierceness. Gangplank didn't feel the slightest dissatisfaction because of their greed and ambition. Because in Gangplank's view, a good pirate should have such eyes. Fierce enough, bad enough. Because only in this way can one accumulate enough treasure for oneself by scraping the ground three feet deep during looting.
But not all pirates only had greed and ambition—for example, immediately after this, a Vastayan fox-man with a face full of treachery and feathers stuck in his hair asked suspiciously:
"But Boss, is there some conspiracy in this? One must know the Guardian's Sea is the central node of the twelve seas, and also a place military strategists have always contended for. The reason Noxus could unscrupulously send exploration fleets to that Shuriman continent was relying on the mutual complementation of the Sun Gates canal and the Guardian's Sea on the lane. Suddenly withdrawing the garrison troops now..."
Hearing the fox-man's inquiry, Gangplank just laughed loudly, then the smile on his face turned into a touch of undisguised cruelty.
"Even if there is a conspiracy, so what? At worst go back to Bloodharbor! Our informants are in the heart of Noxus. Even if Noxians want to take it back, they must leave a price of blood here." Saying this, Gangplank also picked up the wine glass. The glassware made of crystal refracted dazzling light under the sunlight. Clear and transparent wine liquid shook left and right in Gangplank's hand; vaguely one could see the outline of the Sun Gates sea lock on the other side.
"And before Noxus reacts, it's enough for us to make a big fortune from Piltover—Haha! I really should award a one-ton medal to that group of poor ghosts in Zaun! Without their riot causing the entire Piltover to lose control inside and out, we would have to lose dozens of lives to enter the Kumungu coast! Unlike now? Simply like a spring outing!"
Saying this, Gangplank also grinned hideously: "Those whatever Hextech weapons these Piltovians made are good stuff—and Zaun's Shimmer, Chem-tech, liquid fire... Come on, my brothers, let us build Zaun into the next Bilgewater! Step by step, making the entire Twin Cities become the new Bloodharbor!"
Gangplank said loudly: "The wealth there, the technology there, and the pretty women there! Let us use gunpowder and cutlasses to tell them, on this ocean, pirates' greed is the eternal law! Let these so-called civilized people all sink in rum!!"
Hearing Gangplank's words, the surrounding pirates looked at each other, then a similar smile appeared on their faces coincidentally.
Then, the Vastayan fox-man on the side raised his wine glass directly to Gangplank shouting loudly: "For the Lord of Bloodharbor! For the Pirate King!"
"For the Lord of Bloodharbor! For the Pirate King!!"
Hearing everyone's cheers, a look of excitement also appeared on Gangplank's face, his gaze filled with fanaticism accordingly. Looking up at the wine glass in his hand, looking at the prosperous Piltover on the other end of the wine liquid, Gangplank suddenly found the magnificence in his sight no longer an eyesore like in the past, but making Gangplank feel passionate instead. Because Gangplank could feel the impulse in his heart craving destruction becoming increasingly intense—one day, the nobles here would also bow respectfully towards the black sails.
Ah, look, even the sky I'm excited about starts reflecting the blue of the sea—wait, sea? Blue?!
Coming back to his senses abruptly, Gangplank slammed down the wine glass in his hand. Entering his vision, a pale blue light shadow shot from the direction of Piltover at an astonishing speed. So fast that it even left a pale blue light trail in the air.
Vaguely, located in Gangplank's vision, two human figures appeared faintly in that blue light shadow—"Enemy attack!!!"