The Mage Behind the Scenes From the Twin Cities

The crows are slowly dissipating, but the Noxian stage play has just begun...

Ryan looked out the window with an unstoppable determination in his smile.

After a while, the door of the parliamentary hall was pushed open again.

"Hey! Mr. Speaker!"

This time, it was Ezreal who was full of energy. His face was filled with extreme joy. He couldn't help saying as soon as he saw Ryan:

"Can I really hold a world-class press conference at Immortal Fortress?"

"The world-class press conference will be broadcast live nationwide in a magical way." Ryan said bluntly.

"Oh, that's great!"

Ezreal was almost overwhelmed with excitement.

He was on the verge of becoming famous, as a speaker at world-class conferences.

Of course, he wouldn't naively think that he can be the protagonist of the press conference now.

However, this is the first step to his fame, so he must prepare well!

"Thank you Mr. Ryan, thank the Trifali Council, thank the Empire for giving me this opportunity..."

Facing Ryan's gaze, he poured out a lot of words praising the empire like a bean.

"About Vazuan's deeds..." Ryan smiled.

"I understand! I discovered Vazuun under Zaun by myself. Because Zaun and Piltover split, I had to entrust the news to the Empire." Ezreal said very well.

As long as he was involved in matters related to his fame, his mind would be exceptionally sober.

"More than that, this is for you."

With a wave of Ryan's hand, a fiery red object on the parliament round table flew towards Ezreal.

"This is... the stone tablet in the Vazun building."

Ezreal recognized this thing at once. It was the treasure he brought back from the ground.

After they left the underground, fortunately, there was Ryan's reminder to avoid the fate of the stone tablet being melted.

God knows that the stone tablet will be destroyed directly under the direct sunlight. The poor Shurimans also claim to be descendants of the sun...

"It's just... the words seem to be different?"

Ezreal was a little hesitant to speak. Although he couldn't understand the ancient Shurima words on it, at least it must have nothing to do with the previous one. Even the words of Oshera Vazuan, the only one he recognized, disappeared.

"There is an omen from the sky. The gods are not real gods, but a group of false gods who use magic. Magic will eventually destroy everything, there is no justice and no sun at all, and we have been deceived."

Ryan read out the words above, and said them in ancient Shurima and Common.

Ezreal opened his mouth wide. He didn't understand why Ryan did this.

What God's prophecy, isn't this what Ryan wrote on the spot?

"According to the above thought, it will be stored in the Explorers' Guild for everyone to observe." Ryan's words revealed confidence.

"Ah this...will it be discovered?" Ezreal was a little worried.

"Everything is true," Ryan said.

The stone tablet is real, and the words on it are also in ancient Shurima. In the first half of that paragraph, the Ascension God said, no, maybe it should be called a certain darkborn.

According to the records of Noxian historians, the darkin were murdered by protoss who claimed to be gods because they were eroded by the void.

In the end, almost all the ascendants who participated in the battle of the void were sealed in their weapons, and they could only live again by relying on their hosts.

These losers are called the Darkspawn by later generations.

The second half of the sentence is partly from Noxus' point of view, partly from Ryan's processing, and partly from the true portrayal of most of the people who suffered from the Rune Wars.

In Demacia, for example, they were founded by a group of people whose homeland was destroyed by the world's runes, who loathed magic and regarded it as the enemy.

All the information of the prophecy is mixed together, and some interesting effects will be formed, paving the way for the subsequent plans of the Empire.

The prophecy is never what should have happened. The seemingly inevitable result is actually the product of the joint efforts of those who believe and say it.

Nothing happens by chance.

"What about the sun? Doesn't the sun corrode it?" Ezreal asked a new question.

He had no idea about the lines above. The empire had given him so much, so he should have some feedback.

In any case, Oshera Vazuan's discovery is already his ironclad credit.

"The stele has been reinforced by magic and will not be eroded by the sun again. That day happened to be the day of Zhanzheng College's enrollment. I hope your press conference will bring a good start."

After Ryan finished speaking, the figure slowly faded, and finally dissipated in the parliamentary hall.

......

Admissions Day at the War College.

The news of Noxus' establishment of the Academy has attracted the attention of the forces of Rune Continent.

The meaning of the name of war is obviously not that simple.

"Oh... it's really boring, I hope there will be more interesting people today."

In the admissions office of Zhanzheng Academy, Seraphine sat on the edge of her stage, shaking her feet in boredom, looking at the long queue outside the door.

The first batch of academies only recruited three kinds of people, those with national merits, those with one skill, and those with outstanding talent.

And today's main admissions officer is her, because of her unique talent, she is responsible for all admissions work.

Thanks to being able to hear the soul singing~www.readwn.com~ She only needs to stop at the admissions office, and she can roughly know who should be recruited.

"Can I also enroll?"

The excited words of a man with a broken arm caught Seraphine's attention, she floated up and explained softly:

"The academy needs the strength of every Noxian. Whether it is your military exploits or your personal knowledge, you are eligible to join the academy, Lieutenant Mill."

"Does the empire really need us?" Mir burst into tears, even in disbelief.

"Second Lieutenant Mir, who has participated in dozens of battles, beheaded more than a hundred enemies, and was cut off from his right hand holding a weapon when he fought in Demacia, so he had no choice but to retire."

Seraphine's face was serious, and she reported the achievements of the man in front of her word by word.

Hearing her read aloud, the people in the queue at the back all cast their respectful glances. He even looked at Lieutenant Mill's fat son with admiration.

The little boy also stood up proudly at this meeting. He couldn't understand what those achievements meant, but he could feel everyone's recognition of his father and the expectations for him.

"You have brought merit to the empire. Not only can children join the academy, but you can also choose to become a tutor in the war department or become a student," Seraphine said.

"A student?"

Mir didn't know what else he could learn before, and he had doubts on his face.

Seraphine answered patiently: "There are many majors in the academy that only recruit seniors because they have rich experience. For example, in the Mechanical Department, the first batch of students must have experience as craftsmen."

Zhanzheng Academy is the first systematic academy established in Noxus. In the past, most people in Noxus inherited their father's business. Even if they studied at an early age, most of what they learned was related to their parents' occupations.