Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

"Teacher, I heard others say that this store's products are very good."

Seraphine stood on the stage and pointed to the restaurant with Piltover decorations in front of her.

The gladiatorial fight was over, and the three of them also left there.

In order to realize her little wish, Seraphine had already arranged today's itinerary.

The package is sure to satisfy the two teachers!

"Noxus has very few specialties, or even hedonic means."

Ryan looked at the store called "Hayden Restaurant" with reminiscence in his eyes:

"It used to be the residence of a Mrs. Piltover who died heroically in the battlefield. Now the owner of this place should be his son, who should be 18 years old this year."

On the wooden gate of the white stone building, a wave of family crest is engraved. He seemed to hear a voice that he hadn't heard for a long time:

'Ha ha! I don't want democratic equality and ease, I'll make Seth proud of being Hayden! ’

The heroic one is not like Mrs. Piltover at all, but more like a barbarian of the extreme north.

There was a slight smile on the corner of Ryan's mouth, and he walked towards the small restaurant.

"Come on, go in and have a look."

It seemed that it was the first time to see Ryan like this. Syndra's eyes became more interesting, and she floated behind Ryan.

"Good Le! The dishes at his house are great, Annie and I have eaten here!"

Seraphine also nodded sharply, following in the footsteps of the two teachers.

It took her a little bit of effort to find this place. Her two teachers are simply indifferent. If they didn't use some methods to seduce them, they would definitely not easily try the fun of ordinary people.

"welcome!"

The busy and enthusiastic boy waved to the three who entered the door, but when he saw Ryan, who was in the lead, his face suddenly froze.

The enthusiastic smile gradually disappeared, and he suddenly became serious, bowed respectfully to Ryan, and said solemnly and respectfully:

"General Meredith! Welcome to the Hayden House! Thank you so much for taking care of us!"

This attitude and the formulaic enthusiasm that preceded it completely made a difference. It was evident that he did so with sincere gratitude and respect.

"Seth, haven't seen you in a few years." Ryan nodded lightly.

"General, don't say anything in advance when you come. I didn't prepare anything for you in advance."

Seth scratched his head embarrassedly, hurriedly welcomed the three of them in, and put up a "suspended business" sign outside the restaurant.

When he wanted to catch the guests in the hall, Ryan said calmly:

"Just find us a quiet place."

"This is already prepared!"

Seth smiled and made an inward gesture, leading the three of them up.

Several people came to the second floor, walked through a long corridor, and walked to a door with a complex coat of arms.

Looking at the coat of arms whose main body looked like a law book, Seraphine was slightly surprised:

"Teacher, this sign..."

"The battle emblem of the Trifali Chapter, each of us added a stroke to it, and finally it became the current pattern." Ryan said with emotion.

"This is what my father confessed when he was alive, and he must leave a room for his former comrades in arms." Seth said aside.

He pushed open the door and led the three of them into the room.

The room is very large, with black and red as the main color, and the style is mainly Noxian solemn, with only a long table in the middle.

Entering the room, the lights on the dome light up, illuminating the entire room.

“It was spectacular...”

Seraphine muttered in a very low voice.

Under the light, she could clearly see the murals on the walls.

In front of a cliff, an army with black and red as the main color lined up here, and two generals with majestic faces stood in front, one wearing a white robe and the other wearing a black battle armor.

The two Seraphine knew each other, one was the Grand Commander Swain, and the other was her teacher Ryan.

The army was looking down at the grassland below and the natural city in the distance. Almost all the buildings in the city rely on the display of nature itself, with only minor adjustments to make it more suitable for human habitation.

Huge trees stand one by one in the city, and the green leaves on the canopy seem to be swaying in the wind and emit fluorescent light.

"Groot's masterpiece?" Ryan asked.

"Yes, Uncle Grote painted for three days and three nights. He said that his father died in this war." Seth lowered his head with some sentimentality.

"We will take back what we once lost." There was no doubt in Ryan's plain tone.

"Presidian?"

Looking at the city in front of him in detail, Syndra showed a complicated look.

Even after an inexplicable amount of time, it was still as annoying to her as before.

"The Battle of Presidian, the biggest defeat the empire has encountered so far. The commander is the commander, and the lieutenant is me." Ryan admitted frankly.

In the battle of Presidian, they used only half of the chapter to smash all Ionia's fighting strength against the invaders.

In the end, except for him and Swain, the entire army was wiped out, no one begged for surrender, and no one retreated.

If they hadn't left some of them on the island of Philo, the war would have only been more tragic.

"That war was all Darkwill's fault!" Seraphine resented.

If it wasn't for my teacher's lack of support, how could it be?

May fail!

"If we lose, we lose. We are indeed inferior to Ionia. No matter how many times we come, the result will not change. Looking at it now, it was the right decision to let Grote leave at that time." Ryan said calmly.

"General, I never felt that way. I should have died there."

A vicissitudes of life came from behind, and Grote in a chef's uniform appeared at the door.

His frame is small and his body is not tall, but because of the fat on his body, he looks a little bloated.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Grote looked embarrassed, and his fat arms scratched his head:

"General, I haven't exercised for a while, and my body is not very good."

"Is that leg still in use?"

Ryan's gaze turned to Grote's right leg, which was covered by a simple chef's uniform, but it could be seen that it was not a normal leg.

"It's easy to use! The mechanical legs produced by the empire are no different from the original ones! I still wonder how the empire would remember me, a waste, general, so let's not say thank you."

Grote grinned and slapped the robotic leg hard.

He feels better than ever, and even wants to follow Ryan again and win wars for the Empire.

"This is what you deserve." Ryan shook his head slightly.

"Everyone sit down quickly, you can order whatever you want. Mentor Seraphine, I didn't expect what you said last time to be true."

Grote limped into the room and motioned for everyone to sit down first.

The last time Seraphine was here, he had a fresh memory of the pink-haired girl, because she was said to be Ryan's apprentice.

Several people took their seats, and Seraphine muttered a few words in Seth's ear, and ordered all the dishes that had been arranged.

Seth bowed respectfully and left to prepare food.

He and Grote are both chefs here, and he has also learned the craft for a few years, and his cooking skills are by no means weaker than Grote.

"Mr. Grotte, I liked the dish you and Seth cooked last time, and I brought the teacher here."

Seraphine smiled like the girl next door, cheerful and youthful.

"Haha, I did this when I was in the warband, and that would be Xin Zhao's most eaten."

Grote restrained his smile, with emotion on his face:

"Old Hayden's child lost his mother in the early years, and then he will lose his father again. I happened to be forced to retire by the general. I can help a little."

"And then again..." He looked at Ryan excitedly, "General, can we go to the battlefield again with this leg!"

"Don't think about it, I haven't been reinstated yet." There was a slight smile on Ryan's face.

"Hey, General, you and the Commander have both reached the top of the empire. Xin Zhao came to me a few days ago. That guy just drank my wine, why didn't he let me train with the Chapter."

With a beard and staring expression, Grote said indignantly:

"I knew before that he had an extraordinary future, and I didn't give him a single meal. Now that he has become a deputy general of the Chapter, he looks down on us. How am I worse than those people!"

"Wedlin can't run as fast as me, Jaden is not as strong as me..."

His mouth was broken, and he called on the name of his former comrade-in-arms angrily. But his tone was full of longing and a smile because of his memories.

Ryan listened quietly, with reminiscence in his expression.

Most of the soldiers of the Trifali Chapter now are his former soldiers.

Except for a small number of people who were forcibly discharged by him due to injuries, the rest were unwilling to leave, and had been stationed near his castle for training for the past few years.

They've been waiting for him and Swain to be called to play for him again.

"Seriously, General, you were amazing at the Immortal Fortress that day! It's a pity..."

Grote had regret on his face, and his voice was even hoarse.

His own general took his comrades to discuss an explanation for the dead heroic spirits, but he was not present. This is his regret.

If only he could get the prosthesis sooner...

There was unwillingness on his face, but he also knew that this was an unrealistic fantasy.

However, he was genuinely proud of having these two bosses, some of whom were destined to lead the empire forward.

And Swain and Ryan are obviously such two. .

"Mr. Grotte, you are also contributing to the empire. This is the exchange office for the empire's merit points." Seraphine said aside.

"That's true." Grote's expression improved. "The commander came a few days ago and said that he set up merit points to exchange for something at my place. I just understood and probably agreed."

"Meritorious point exchange offices are usually set up in shops opened by veterans. The empire will give you magic props to check and deduct the exchanger's merit points." Ryan explained.

The policy was largely his idea, with details later added by Swain.

The Empire will reward veterans with high merit points, which will improve their lives a little while satisfying their desire to serve the Empire.

Batches of newborns were sent to the battlefield, and batches of severely wounded veterans withdrew.

The current empire is devastated, waiting for him and Swain to rebuild.

"It's not troublesome. What does the exchange usually include? Should I prepare something in advance?"

Since this matter falls on his head, the bankruptcy has to be done.

What's more, Hayden's Pavilion made a lot of money because of Ryan and Swain's protection.

"The empire will not ask you to donate. Magic items, living resources, weapons and equipment, and power privileges can be exchanged. After you report the magic items you distributed, someone will send them here." Ryan explained patiently.

"So, I have no problem. I have enough gold coins now. Next year, I plan to send Seth to Zhanzheng College, and then I will focus on this." Grote responded readily.

He is a Noxie and has been in the Immortal Bastion since he was a child.

Grote's love for the Empire never faded away because he was discharged from the army.

On the contrary, because of the promotion of his comrades and superiors, he is even more proud of his identity as a Noxian.

Not to mention opening an exchange point, let him use up his family wealth to donate to the empire to start a war.