Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

When she heard the words of the President of the Council, Camille's indifferent blue eyes fluctuated a little, and she asked with great interest:

"What is the order of His Majesty the President of the Council?"

Members of the council from Piltover and Zaun all worship Ryan as a god.

Hearing that Ryan personally ordered things, Camille was also a little more concerned.

"Have you heard of the northern gods?" LeBlanc asked without answering.

"The gods of the north?" Camille raised her brows.

She didn't know much about the gods.

Before her contact with Noxus, she knew very little about the continent.

"I remember that His Excellency the Chancellor seemed to mention it once in his speech." Camille remembered some information.

It was the admissions day of the Zhanzheng College, and their council president used magic to paint a picture of the sky, telling a poem about the history of Runeterra.

The Freljord was ruled by the so-called northern gods 7,000 years ago, and was finally overthrown by the Three Ice Sisters.

"In historical records, they were overthrown by the three sisters, Lissandra, Cerelda, and Avarosa, led by the yeti and demigods, and established the current Freljord." LeBlanc added relevant information.

"It's been more than seven thousand years, what are we looking for them for?" Camille's eyes revealed interest.

The head of the council never does useless things.

Sending three congressmen who are good at investigating at one time obviously found some clues.

"The northern gods of the Freljord, the protoss of Targon in the south, the giants of Ionia in the east, the Forbidden Forest on the western plains."

One after another, the miracles spread in Runeterra reappeared from LeBlanc's mouth, and a cool wind blew through the wilderness, and these place names were dissipated in the wind.

LeBlanc's red lips are crystal clear, the sun shines on it, and there is a gorgeous color between roses and blood. She slightly tilts her head to show her usual lazy style:

"Everything of these may be related, or it may be a unique system. These are mysteries that we need to explore."

"It seems to be a long-term mission." Camille said half-summarized and half-confirmed.

LeBlanc tapped his jaw: "Until we find out."

Camille expressed understanding, glanced at Elise who was back to normal, and continued to move quickly in the direction of the Freljord while the hook rope swung.

The cold wind with a little chill blew across her face, and she did not hesitate in her steps.

Perhaps, for her.

The value of her life has never changed.

For a better Piltover, for a more prosperous Philos family.

There was a smile on the corner of LeBlanc's mouth, and the figure slowly dissipated. The next time it appeared, it was already a long leap forward.

"Sigh..." Elise's bright face showed a trace of helplessness, she turned into a spider again, and moved forward at a faster speed than before.

......

Demacia, Meredith Chamber of Commerce Division.

Seraphine was in a spacious room on the second floor, looking at the busy little mages.

When she was busy with the affairs of the two countries these days, the little mages were not idle either.

A few days ago, under the leadership of Bobby, they had visited the more famous places in Xiongdu. After that, they began to haunt the streets and alleys of Xiongdu, in every corner, to have a deeper understanding of the customs and customs here.

Travel thousands of miles and experience the difference of culture and history.

Only when you really walk on the streets of Xiongdu can you truly feel the atmosphere and cultural heritage here.

For the Master, what is most needed is the ability to concretize imagination and logical thinking.

On the way to travel, the task of the little mages is to comprehend and harvest these invisible abilities.

"Sister Seraphine!"

Annie grabbed the bear in one hand and a piece of paper full of writing in the other, and walked over half shy and half trembling.

At this time, her expression is completely different from her performance among her partners, and now she is like what a child of this age should look like.

With a friendly smile on her face, Seraphine took the note from Annie's hand and scanned it from top to bottom:

"There's still a lot of writing. It seems that Sister Annie is very careful to feel it."

What was written on the paper was Anne's feelings about coming to Demacia these days. Since there is communication, she will get corresponding feelings.

Whether it is from the customs and customs that I learned after entering Demacia, or the panic brought about by seeing the fearful demon... to the prosperity and majesty of Xiongdu.

These are things Annie, and other little wizards, can think about and record.

Seraphine doesn't think they can be very knowledgeable at such a young age.

But with the increase in such exchanges and travel, both knowledge and thinking will wash their minds over and over again. In the future, these little guys will become the elites of the empire.

Seraphine continued to browse Anne's insights with a smile on her face, but when she saw it halfway through, her eyebrows suddenly raised lightly:

"Sister Anne, do you think Demacians have no faith?"

Seraphine asked in surprise, she did not expect Annie to write such a sharp topic.

Demacia wants to say that it is impossible without belief in the public sense, whether it is loyalty to Demacia or devotion to the winged protector, it is one of them.

However, Anne seemed to have a different idea in her heart.

Under Seraphine's talent, she can really understand the thoughts of the little mages as soon as possible and as much as possible, but this is a course, not enough to know, more importantly She is responsible for correcting the thoughts of the little mages when there are signs of scrutiny, and encourages and affirms them when there is a point of view worth exploring.

At this moment, most of the little wizards have finished writing their insights, put down the pen and paper and looked towards Seraphine, looking forward to Annie's sharing.

Seraphine also looked at Annie with encouraging eyes, signaling Annie to speak her mind boldly.

Annie raised the bear in her hand, raised her head and said seriously:

"Sister Seraphine, I say no faith because...because they don't have a bear of their own."

"It's an interesting idea, but can you be more specific about the 'little bear' you're talking about." Seraphine smiled and guided.

"Well..."

Annie tilted her head and thought for a while, then said bitterly:

"It's...belief! Well, yes! They don't have anything they like and want so much!"

"Oh I see, but the word 'faith' is inaccurate," Seraphine taught softly, "Accurately, the Demacians have always been within the framework the state has given them, and their Ambition and pursuit are also enclosed in it."

This point, whether it is the empire's intelligence, or what she has heard and seen, can be easily detected.

And Annie's thoughts are also related to this.

Demacians have a firm commitment to high morals and rules, but they don't have a fanatical pursuit of certain things.

They are both the most stubborn and the most easily changed.

Demacians put the collective priority more than the Noxian individual achievement, and before they make up their minds, they will consider the pros and cons of others, weighing the pros and cons before taking action.

Often because of this thinking, there have been few major changes here over the centuries.

But it is also because of this quality of considering others that when an outstanding leader stands up, they will feel that that is the leader they have been looking for.

That was the case with Laxana, and it was because of the noble qualities of the Demacians that the parade and the repeal of the ban were so easy.

Demacia's perseverance can be changed, but only if you get the approval of the majority and make it known to everyone.

On the contrary, unless the people here are guided or come into contact with some mystery, the speed of change is very slow.

If Laxana had no influence, Seraphine guessed that her change would come later, at least after Demacia had a major change.

Picking out some things that can be said, Seraphine told the difference between the two countries to the little wizards who were curious.

The little wizards are habitually taking notes. According to Seraphine, they can slowly understand them after they have written them down first.

It is said that this is the method of Seraphine's teacher when she learns from her teacher.

But... Mentor Seraphine is so talented, it's unlikely to be as ignorant as they are...

Seraphine's face froze slightly as she listened to the thoughts of some of the little wizards.

After Annie went down, she started calling out:

"Zibben, tell me what you think."

"what?"

It was a slightly fat boy who was pointed, and he pointed to himself in surprise.

Usually, he won't be called second, isn't it all about Rael?

However, he was not stage fright, stood up and handed the paper to Seraphine, and then laughed out loud:

"Teacher, Demacians are all good leeks!"

"Specifically." Seraphine encouraged with a strange expression.

Ziben's father was a well-known businessman in Noxus. When he learned that his son was gifted with magic, he immediately donated a large sum of money to the academy.

The little mage below was also curious, looking at the high-spirited boy above.

"Ahem, leek seedlings, crops that grow in the fields of Demacia, it has an excellent advantage. After cutting it once, it can grow again, and then it can be harvested again." Ziben's eyes glowed.

This baby... not going to be a businessman, it's a pity...

Seraphine shook her head. She didn't know much about this aspect, and she only heard the voice of the soul, and motioned Ziben to continue.

She knew that in the eyes of her teacher and the two empires of Swain, Demacia's future seemed to be similar to what Ziben said.

Ziben was encouraged, and spittle flew excitedly and said:

"My dad told me that being a businessman is about buying low and selling high, buying at the lowest price and selling at the highest price."

"...In my opinion, Demacia is simply the best of selfless devotion. Just like what Sister Anne and Mentor Seraphine summed up, Demacia cares about what other people think, and in their eyes Here, what kind of noble character is that?"

"...So, the prices here are generally very low. You can buy a lot of valuable things for a small amount of money. I have never seen such a good source of purchase."

Because he spoke too quickly, his slightly fat body was a little breathless, and Ziben took a deep breath before continuing:

"Secondly, the nobles here want to lose face. Our very cheap things can be sold for extremely high prices here. Noxians are too pragmatic, and things are not easy to sell. There are no people here like Piltover. Money, but it is better than nobles, people are more upright, willing to pay for their feelings..."

"Oh...feelings! This is the core of selling merchandise to Demacians."

Halfway through, Ziben scratched his head embarrassedly and looked at Seraphine apologetically:

"Teacher, am I taking up too much time?"

Seraphine looked at the little mage who was listening with gusto below, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly, thinking that Ziben must be a good salesman.

"It's okay, we have a lot of time, you continue."

"Thank you teacher!"

Ziben smiled embarrassedly, just to suffocate the appetite of the little mage below, and then continued:

"Feelings! This is Demacia's biggest weakness. They have a very high moral level, so it is very suitable for auctions to harvest nobles' money."

"Demacians are not stupid," said a sturdy little mage.

"Yeah, they're not stupid. So we have to tell a good story first. For example, the Crownguard family, one of their ancestors once slaughtered a giant dragon in the Silver Mountains. Although he died in the end, the handle The sword stained with dragon blood has been passed down." Ziben said solemnly.

"Wait, when did the Silver Mountains have dragons?" a thin little mage asked.

"Ah? There are so many giant dragons, the ghost knows if there are any. It only takes a few gold coins to convince everyone of this story." Ziben rolled his eyes.

"That sword stained with dragon blood..." The thin and weak mage said hesitantly.

"Oh!" Ziben said in disdain, "If it's about a big family like the Crown Guard, we can get some real dragon blood, and we can use the merit points to exchange it at the Trifali Council. If it's other small families, get some dragon blood. Lizard blood will do..."

Seemingly thinking of something, Ziben said to himself:

"...Wait, the dragon lizard blood is a bit precious, just get some ordinary sand lizards. Anyway, it's been so many years, who knows what the sword has been used to kill."

The little wizard stared at Ziben who was talking nonsense there. Such a guy deserves his father to become a big businessman in Noxus.

"Why should there be a family distinction?" A female mage apprentice dressed as a noble couldn't help asking.

She is now very doubtful whether the collections in her family are all fake.

Ziben spread his hands, knowing that there are no outsiders now, so he said with confidence:

"Hey, everyone can see that there is a high probability that the crown guard will be in the position in the future. If they become the Demacian royal family in the future, they will be hunted down if they know that they bought fakes from us."

"We are Noxians." The noble female apprentice frowned.

"But who knows if they will become Noxians too." Ziben rolled his eyes, "My dad taught me, don't touch anything you can't afford, and pick on those idiots who don't have money. "

"Teacher, what do you think?"

Ziben turned his head and asked excitedly:

"Would you like to make a fortune or not, we have a matching plan after this."

Seraphine put down the piece of paper that Ziben handed over, and unlike Anne's serious thoughts, it was full of ideas for making money from Demacia.

At the end of the paper, it was added that 60% of the final profit belonged to Mentor Seraphine.

She sighed inwardly, the businessman's trick was understood by Ziben.

From what she heard, she knew what was on this piece of paper, and part of it was what Ziben's father meant. In other words, it contains the minds of most Noxian merchants.

I took this opportunity to say it today to find her, or the people behind her to provide security for these businessmen.

"It's a very good plan, you can try it out."

Hearing Seraphine's words, Ziben smiled and was relieved.

The task that his father gave him was finally completed.

However, he felt that Dad and the others were still too conservative.

This method of exhausting the water and fishing will not be used a few times.

After coming to Demacia in person, he realized that the potential here is too great.

Like he said before, Demacians are all good leeks.

His father thought about cutting it every once in a while, but in his opinion, every link can be cut.

Put some manufacturing production here, buy labor at a low price, and ship it to other regions at a high price to sell.

The money that those laborers get, tailors some just-needed products for them.

For example... a small western-style building like Piltover, and the mechanical cars produced there, or a moral training class...

The materials and talents used can be directly sourced locally, and Demacia has abundant materials and can fully do it.

In this way, the funds are quickly returned to their hands, and only the tax-paying part is lost.

They are the sons of the empire, and it is only right and proper to pay taxes to the empire.

But the taxes and fees paid to Demacia... can completely use trade to harvest the money of the Demacian country, so that the money is returned to their hands~www.readwn.com~ And the money of the nobles, with the help of some expensive but cost-effective Very low luxury, quickly reclaimed.

In the end, it seems that Demacians are getting better and better, but in reality they are 99% exploited.

Thinking of this, Ziben secretly became excited.

But when he walked back to his seat, he suddenly trembled.

When reviewing the imperial policy that Seraphine's mentor told him, a terrifying point suddenly appeared.

It seems that the empire has already begun to plan this way.

Even without the participation of their merchants, in the end Demacia would develop as he had just envisioned.

The supply of Hex weapons, the birth of the Demacian trade tax, the establishment of the Noxus factory in Demacia...

All these things made Ziben take a deep breath.

Trifali Council, Eternal God!