The Master Behind the Scenes Starting from the Twin Cities

The first thing that caught Ezreal's eye was the throne at the deepest and highest point as the doorway opened.

The throne was filled with flags, symbolizing supremacy. But there was no one on it, as if it had been abandoned and would never be used.

The second thing was the huge white stone pillars, which supported the council hall and made people pay attention to them.

The entire empty hall was decorated with them, which made it look extremely solemn and quiet.

In the center of the hall, there was a huge black round table. There were three very special seats next to the round table, each of which was engraved with patterns of books, crows, and battle axes.

Two of them were empty, and only a figure sat on the crow.

Outward from the three main seats were smaller and exquisite seats, some of which were empty and some were engraved with patterns.

Most of them were empty, with only one seat occupied by someone, Camille, who had been on the same ship with them before, and the family emblem of Philos was engraved on the back of the seat.

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

Ezreal's breathing was a little rapid. The dull atmosphere here made him a little breathless. It was much more depressing than the council hall in Piltover.

He turned his eyes back to one of the three main seats, the only seat with someone.

It was a middle-aged noble with a dignified figure and white hair, holding a file in his hand and reading it. Crows lined up on the back of his chair, watching their arrival with six scarlet eyes.

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

That noble must be a big shot who holds the power of the empire, no doubt!

He had never experienced such a solemn occasion. Compared with it, the council meeting in Piltover was simply a village chief meeting.

Ezreal pulled out a stiff smile, his hands, feet and brain were a little slow, and 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 embarrassing.

Or should he wave his hand and say good afternoon in the Piltover way?

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

Damn, what should he do?

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

Swain, who was sitting in the position of vice president of the council, also put down the scroll in his hand and turned his eyes to the visitor:

"Viktor, the pioneer of mechanical ascension, and Ezreal, the explorer who was blessed by luck."

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

Swain was not an easy-going person. There were very few people in the world who could make him friendly.

Even if Swain just glanced at him, Ezreal had the urge to kneel down.

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

"Commander Swain, I have long heard of your great name." Victor said calmly.

The Hex light in his eyes was as bright as usual, and it seemed that he was not affected by anything.

"You are very good. Do you want to become a Noxian? There should be a place for you here." Swain said.

His words were taken for granted, which gave Ezreal a glimmer of hope.

Victor can do it, so can he.

There are so many positions here, and one is not bad.

He did not want to work for Noxus, but he heard that this was the most powerful place in Noxus. If he engraved his name here, he would definitely become famous.

Now, except for the three supreme positions, there are not many other places with patterns on them.

Black roses, rotating flying axes, deep black magic balls, impenetrable spider silk.

Perhaps, his explorer logo should be added here.

"Thank you and Mr. Ryan for your kindness. I am still not very knowledgeable. When I complete the great evolution, I will be qualified to have my own position." Victor bowed slightly to refuse.

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

He has not yet completely transformed into a machine body, but he is no longer bound by the flesh.

It seems that he is in the Council Hall of Noxus, but his other machine body is communicating with Sevika to discuss the future of Zaun.

The day when he completely gives up his flesh is the day when he truly completes his evolution.

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

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

He gained power by devouring a demon. Every demon in Rune Continent has its symbol and field of expertise.

And the one in his body is the embodiment of "secrets".

He knows everything about mortals.

After that, he talked to Victor about the issue of land transformation in the empire.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one book, one bar!

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

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

"If we only turn around the desert around the Immortal Fortress, it will take about three months without any other assistance."

After describing the technological transformation plan in detail, Viktor gave his own time limit.

"What does the Empire need to do? Collect items related to natural power?" Swain frowned slightly.

Three months is not long, but the Empire emphasizes efficiency. It takes three months to manage the surrounding areas of the Immortal Bastion, so it will take at least ten years to manage the desert in the entire Empire.

They can't wait that long.

"Yes, according to our experiments, spiritual plants with natural energy can speed up the greening process."

"The Ionian continent is full of such plants. We occupy 100,000 hectares of land, tens of thousands of troops are ready to be dispatched at any time, and the plants on it are at our disposal. However, we need a perfect transplantation method." Swain said bluntly.

His words made Ezreal a little passionate.

Although he sympathized with Ionia a little, when he put himself in the role of Senator Trifari.

Well, such an empire makes people feel safe.

In the future, when he goes out to explore, he has the entire empire as a backing. Is there any explorer happier than this?

So. When will it be his turn? If he is promised a seat as a councillor, he will definitely not refuse like Viktor did.

While he was bored and thinking, Viktor and Swain finalized the details of how to transplant the spirit plants.

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

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

"With every plant consumed, the power of the Ionian soul will be weakened. If they make any moves, I will go to the front line myself."

At this time, a cold female voice came into the ears of everyone present.

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

"Sindra Councillor, follow your will."

It seems that there are only him and Camille as councillors here, but everything that happens here is no secret to all councillors.

Whether it is to the two mages in the floating fortress or the black rose hidden in the dark.