The butler walked out the door, holding a long black cane in his hand, wearing a blue-gray uniform, the color of the Philos family.

He led the students to the main residence, passing by the reception room where the collection was displayed, the lavish living room, and the spacious gallery, during which Jeno was surrounded by admiration.

The family unabashedly displayed its wealth to all, and the portraits that covered an entire wall were framed in gold frames; the statue of the beast-headed warrior brought back from the ancient tomb of Shurima with a lot of money; There are also Exotic weapons with Ionia's iconic design. The floors are paved with bright marble slabs, and the staircase is spacious and magnificent, made of single Freljord ironwood panels, with the growth rings clearly visible.

Everything in the house threatens and reminds visitors of their craftsmanship and how small their accomplishments are in front of Philos' collection.

This is true of every family.

Jeno took the opportunity to look around at the Hextech that was laid out in the open, and analyzed it to transform the proficiency of the skills.

He looked up just in time to catch one last glimpse of a woman in a long gray floor-length dress with dark red leather tassels, followed by another butler passing the split-level staircase.

The heels of her boots struck the floor with a strange metallic sound, and she glanced down at the crowd of apprentices, a ghostly smile on her lips that vanished from sight.

Eventually, the butler led them into a medium-sized waiting room, with parallel floors and a Levik table clock, made of ivory and mother-of-pearl, to keep the time on time. At the end of the room, a pair of dark doors were solemn, and there was a gate window at eye level. The butler tapped his cane on the wooden floor and motioned for everyone to sit on the bench against the wall and wait.

"If you get your name read, go into the interview room," he began.

"Go to the podium and give your name. Briefly introduce what you want to demonstrate, and then explain the synopsis of the principle, and I repeat, the synopsis. You will be judged by the erudite craftsmen of the Philos family, who are undoubtedly more adept than you. Personally, I recommend that you answer questions as short as possible, as they can easily get impatient. If you succeed, take the door on the left. If you don't succeed, take the door on the right. That's it, good luck. ”

The sluice on the black door opened, and everyone immediately became nervous.

The man inside called out a name, and a young girl stood up. The door opened from the other side, and she nervously slipped inside, and a musty smell of old wood wafted out, and with the atmosphere in the interview room, the students began to imagine what it would be like inside.

During the first girl's interview, some people's eyes fell on Jeno, because this was his most special, and he didn't bring anything with him, and Jeno's smug look also stimulated them a little.

"Maybe he really didn't bring anything, did he?"

"Maybe it's just a formality and a glimpse of the world."

"Maybe he has a lot of money in his pocket."

"Ben, you, the Philos family's wealth is second to none in Piltover, will the master craftsmen it supports be short of money? The examiners here will never accept bribes! ”

"There is nothing that money can't do, and if there is, it's that the money is not in place! Ha ha! ”

The undisguised discussion between several Zuan students aroused the contempt of the Picheng students, who had the same inferior ideas, but did not show them.

Because they have a natural advantage over Zu'an's learning tools, they have gone through systematic learning, and they don't know where to go higher than those rural inventors who were born in the wild, coupled with the unspoken rules of family interviews, the examiner will give priority to students with Picheng household registration, and the students from Zu'an will be brushed down nine times out of ten.

Geographical discrimination has always existed between the twin cities.

Jeno listened silently to the rumors, he was not completely out of temper, but after entering the interview room, no matter whether he succeeded or failed, he would not return from the same way, and he could not go back to the waiting room to show off and silence this group of people who spoke regardless of the occasion.

Soon Jeno heard his name and calmly walked into the interview room.

The room on the other side of the door was circular, and illuminating the room was a myriad of small glowing glass balls, all suspended above the menorah.

Each candlestick is carved in the shape of an open hand, as if to spread light to the world.

This room is dedicated to lectures, with rounded bench seats that climb up to the rear in a stepped pattern.

In the middle is a modest wooden podium and a workbench, with a door on each side of the room.

Success to the left, failure to the right.

There were at least a hundred seats on the benches, but there were only five people sitting in front of Jeno, two men and three women, all dressed in the dark red robes of the master craftsmen.

They were writing something on a huge notepad with a gilded quill pen, and the sound of scratching the paper sounded so clear under the room's brilliant echo design.

Each of them had a genuine Hextech enhancement, and the atmosphere in the room could feel like they weren't giving Jeno too much time.

"Name?" One of the women said without looking up.

"Jeno."

"What are you going to demonstrate?" One of the men asked. His lips were unmoved, a silver-mesh collar was tied around his neck, and his voice was unnaturally metallic.

Jeno took out the communicator from his coat pocket, put it on the workbench, and said calmly:

"Hex—a remote instant communicator, or communicator for short."

This casual move made the five masters all show stunned expressions.

"Miniaturized Hextech? It's rare. ”

The delicate equipment on the workbench caught their attention, a palm-sized streamlined cuboid, silver and white, a smooth glass screen and a few white diamonds elegantly embedded in it, as if natural.

"In the past few years, I have also been researching communication equipment, but I have never been able to find a suitable transmission medium, you can tell me about your creativity, if you can provide me with even a little bit of ideas, I will let you through, how about it?"

A man with snow-white hair asked. He has a prosthetic eye, carefully cut out like a gemstone in multiple planes, embedded in the middle of a ceramic piece, which is fixed to his face covered in burn scars.

Jeno sneered, this is clearly looking down on people, don't you allow others to make things that you can't do?

"By controlling the geometry of multiple artificial crystals, a stable energy channel is generated between them, and the sound and picture are converted into energy fluctuations, which are transmitted to another crystal through the channel."

"This is the basis? Or your own theory. The white-haired man asked.

"There is no basis for this!" Said a woman with an artificial arm.

Her gaze was so sharp that only the kind of academic expert who was accustomed to seeing the whims of her students and rejecting all ideas could have that.

"The nature of artificial crystals is very stable and will not produce any connection, otherwise there are so many Hextech in the whole Piltover, why is there a case of crystal interaction?"

"No offense, ma'am, my theory is preconditional."

"Theory? Theory alone is not enough to advance science, and no amount of preconditions is useful. The woman said, as if to teach some obsessed child:

"We need evidence of practice."

"Okay, as you wish." Jeno swore by it.

The woman still looked skeptical, but she nodded and said, "Okay, you can get started." ”

Jeno stretched out his finger and pressed the white diamond button, and a soft blue light immediately emitted from the communicator's screen.

He turned off the blocker and waited for the energy channel to connect to another communicator.

But the unexpected happened, and for some reason, the energy channel was never established.

"Didn't Orianna turn off the blocker?"

Sweat flowed from his forehead, and he kept operating the communicator to eliminate possible malfunctions, and under the gaze of the five masters, the atmosphere quickly heated up and became anxious.

Finally, one of the masters got impatient, and with a scarred face on his face, he said to Jeno, "Please go to the right." ”