The Mage Behind the Scenes From the Twin Cities

The first thing that caught Ezreal's eyes was the throne at the deepest and highest position as the door opened.

The throne is filled with flags, symbolizing the supreme. But there was no one on it, and it seemed to be abandoned, as if it would never be used.

The second is the huge white stone pillars. They serve as the support of the parliamentary hall, so people will inevitably notice them.

With them as embellishments, the entire empty hall looks very solemn and quiet.

In the center of the hall, there is a huge black round table. There are three very special places next to the round table, each with the patterns of books, crows, and battle axes.

Two of them were empty, only a figure sitting above the crow.

The three main seats are facing outwards, each of which is a small size of exquisite seats, some with nothing on them, and some with patterns engraved on them.

Most of them were vacant, and there was only one person sitting in the seat, Camille, who was on the same boat with them before, and the family crest of Philos was engraved on the back of the seat.

The other party disappeared long ago when the airship stopped, and he didn't expect to come here.

Ezreal's breathing was a little short, and the dull atmosphere here made him a little breathless, much more depressing than Piltover's parliamentary hall.

He turned his gaze back to one of the three main seats, the only seat that was occupied.

It was a dignified, white-haired middle-aged aristocrat, holding the file in his hand and reading. The crows lined up on the back of his chair, their scarlet eyes watching their arrival.

Even just looking at him, Ezreal felt that his breathing was about to stop. He had never seen any real big man before, but the other party was sitting there like that, and he had another thought in his mind.

That aristocrat, a big man who must hold the power of the empire, there is no doubt!

He had never experienced such a solemn occasion. Compared with Piltover's councillors' meeting, it was a village chief's meeting.

Ezreal pulled out a stiff smile, his hands, feet and brain were a little dull, he didn't know what to do.

At this time, should he kneel down and shout long live the commander?

No, no, no, this is too shameless.

Or should he wave and say good afternoon in Piltover's way?

No, no, that's too frivolous, and it's not suitable for the current scene at all.

Damn... what should he do?

While he was still thinking about it, Xin Zhao finished his report and stood like a javelin at the door of the parliamentary hall, like a loyal guard.

Swain, who was sitting in the position of the vice president, also put down the file in his hand and turned his eyes to the person who came:

"Victor, the pioneer of mechanical ascension, Ezreal, the explorer blessed by luck."

His steady voice was indifferent, revealing the identities of the two in one sentence.

Swain is not an easy-going person, and there are very few people in the world who can make him friendly.

Even if Swain just glanced at him with an ordinary gaze, Ezreal had the urge to kneel.

He seemed to be able to see the endless darkness and the feast of crows from the other's eyes, looking down at them mortals from a high place.

"Commander Swain, I have long admired your name." Victor said calmly.

The light of Hex in his eyes was as faint as usual, and it didn't seem to be affected in any way.

"You're very good. If you want to be a Noxian, you should have a place here," Swain said.

There was a natural meaning in his words, which gave Ezreal a glimmer of hope.

Victor can, so is he...

There are so many places here, and it's not too bad.

He didn't want to play for Noxus, but he just heard that this is the most powerful place in Noxus. If he carves his name at this moment, he will definitely become popular.

Now, apart from the three supreme positions, there are not many others with patterns on them.

The black rose, the spinning axe, the deep black orb, the airtight spider silk...

Perhaps, he should add his explorer logo here.

"Thank you and Your Excellency Ryan for your love. I'm still inexperienced. When I complete the great evolution, I will be eligible to have my own position." Victor bowed slightly to show his refusal.

He is a person who pursues perfection, and Orianna's success has brought him infinite inspiration.

He has not completely transformed the body of the machine, but he is no longer rigidly attached to the body.

It looks like he's in the Noxian Council Chamber, but his other machine body is communicating with Sevika about Zaun's future.

The day when he completely gave up the physical body was the day when he truly completed his evolution.

"This time will not be far away, you are on the right path."

Swain said lightly, as if he had foreseen the future.

He gained power by devouring a demon, and each demon in Rune Land has its own symbols and areas of expertise.

And the one in his body is the incarnation of 'secret'.

He knows everything about mortals.

After speaking, he and Victor chatted about the land transformation of the empire.

Regarding the plan to transform people's livelihood with technology, when Ryan went to Piltover, he had already started to build an ideal technology model.

Even the friction between the two cities did not affect the speed of this project.

"If it is just to reverse the desert around the immortal fortress, it will take about three months. This is the case without any other assistance."

After giving a detailed account of the technological transformation plan, Victor gave his own time limit.

"What do you need the Empire to do, collect items related to the power of nature?" Swain frowned slightly.

Three months is not a long time, but the empire pays attention to efficiency. It takes three months to go around the immortal fortress, and the desert governance of the entire empire will take at least ten years.

They can't wait for such a long time~www.readwn.com~ Yes, according to our experiments, spiritual plants with natural energy can speed up the greening process. "

"Ionia is full of plants like that. We have 100,000 hectares of land, and tens of thousands of troops are ready to be dispatched. The plants on it are free to pick. However, we need a perfect method of transplantation." Swain Unceremoniously.

His words made Ezreal a little excited.

Although he sympathized with Ionia a little, when he assumed the role of Senator Trifali.

Well, such an empire makes people feel too secure.

In the future, when he goes out to explore, with the entire empire as his back, is there a happier explorer than this?

So... when is it his turn? Promise him an MP, and he will not refuse like Victor.

While he was bored thinking about it, Victor and Swain settled on the details of how to transplant the spiritual plant.

"The empire will occupy more land in Ionia in the future, and there will be a steady stream of spiritual plants sent to the empire." Swain made his promise.

Conquering Ionia and regaining the glory they once lost, this is what they will do in the future.

"Each plant is consumed, the power of the soul of Ionia will be weakened by one point. If they make any move, I will personally go to the front line."

At this moment, a cold female voice entered the ears of everyone present.

Swain was not surprised by this voice, nodded slightly and said:

"Mister Syndra, follow your will."

It seems that the only members here are him and Camille, but what happened here is not a secret to all members.

Whether it's the two mages in the floating fortress, or the black rose hiding in the dark.