The rest of the street looked at them with envy and admiration, but she had been trained so that her eyes would not be easily blinded.

Those two Hextech augmentations are fake.

Tamara had studied Piltover's cutting-edge technology in detail, and she was knowledgeable enough to distinguish the authentic. The jawplate was nothing more than a shaped silver leaf glued to her face, and the monocles were just ordinary gemstone lenses with imitation craftsmen's seals engraved on them. The male companion beside her had just an ordinary bronze glove on his hand, and some kind of glowing algae in the glass tube on the surface, which must have come from some culture tower in Zaun. Only the breathing apparatus was real, and the hunchbacked man's bloodshot eyes, combined with the tough material of his coveralls, were enough to suggest that he was from deep underneath Zaun.

She travelled from Clock Street to Gleewell Street, then along the winding Boulevard de la Baijiu into Stellar Street, and finally to Agnostic Square. The Orb of Zindero still stands there untouched, ever since the inventor Zindero mysteriously disappeared last year. Around this massive grid artwork, people are gathering. Among the people in this group were young men who aspired to become inventors, craftsmen who had already become great craftsmen, and Zu'ans who were pale and couldn't stop coughing violently, and came to the city for this day.

Gisber once told her that Evolution Day had a different meaning in his hometown of Zaun, and he emphasized that Zaun was the original city of evolution, long before Piltover became famous. Above, Evolution Day marks the opening of the Gates of the Sun, marking the opening of the fast trade route between the east and west of Valoran, as well as the fact that trade revenues have been poured into the coffers of the city-state of Piltover from a trickle to a rolling wave. Below, Zuan will pay tribute to those who lost their lives to the great changes in the landscape: the canal opened up the east and west oceans, and at the same time completely flooded a city in Zuan.

On the same day, they were two completely different feelings.

Tamara walked across the square, carefully avoiding the messengers who were rushing to deliver the message. An upper messenger beckoned to her, followed by a flying kiss. This is Noah Mei Kimba, they have met three times in the heat of the night, and each time Noah has invited her to sleep together. Tamara refused every time, because there was no room for distraction due to her busy schedule, but if she could stay here after today, maybe she would accept the next invitation. She walked under the archway on the north side of the square, where she was greeted by a strong man with a thick beard, metal shoulder pads, and a tin hat. His arms were oddly shaped, covered with pistons and pneumatics. Tamara immediately recognized that it was someone who was an evangelist of the Glorious Evolution Order. He let out a low yell at Tamara, then entered the plaza and began to preach to the people around him, preaching in a fervent tone their teachings that fused theology with technological magic. She didn't care, turned around and walked into the diagonal path, facing the direction of the Science and Technology Magic Bridge, and continued to count her steps.

The whole city seemed to crack in front of her, and a grand canyon divided Piltoverf into north and south. The deep ravines may seem like natural geological movements in ancient times, but in fact, the modern world has witnessed the birth of rifts, and they are by no means created by natural forces. It is made up of man's hollow-minded arrogance and desire to control the elements of nature. Tamara admired those who carried out this reckless plan with their own hands, and they must have had the strength of will to think that splitting the land and gathering the sea and destroying half of Zuan City was a reasonable price for future development.

The towers of the Academy of Technology and Magic poke their heads out of the canyon uninhibitedly, the top of which is anchored to the upper part of the canyon with a swinging drawbridge and thick iron cables. Whenever a strong sea breeze blows through the canyon, the ferrata is whipped like a string. The main road between the canyons is a spectacular arched bridge, made of steel and stones. The bridge is crowded with people from the north and south of Piltover, and many wine vendors and preserved fruit and dessert stalls do not give an inch, creating a narrow bottleneck in the middle of the bridge, and passers-by are scolding. Some drunks who had been partying all night were pushed forward by the guards. The guards of the city were all dressed in blue uniform jackets, shiny black leather shoes, and checked pants. In any other city, their outfits are ridiculously funny. But here, this level of flashiness can be described as plain. Gutter orphans run around the crowd with sharp rings, and more than one of the reveling drunks will return home with only an empty ripped purse.

Most of the family mansions and their heavily guarded workshop communities are located in the northern part of the city. And today's flow of people is also flocking to the north side. She saw that many students were heading in that direction, each protecting their inventions like a mother protecting a newborn baby. Tamara walked to the bridge, stopped and took a deep breath. Normally, she is not afraid of heights, but the disparity between the heights between Piltover and Zaun is so great that people can't help but gasp.

On either side of the bridge are two statues of robed officials, one representing the spirit of wealth and the other the true meaning of honesty. Tamara pulled a brass ring out of her pocket and placed it in the outstretched palm of the first statue. The weight of the coin triggers the internal mechanism, and the statue's fingers cover the coin tightly. By the time the palm of the hand was opened again, the coin was gone.

"I'll always pick the one next to me," a man's voice came from beside her. He is handsome, has dark hair, and smooth skin, which is a sign of wealth. His breath was reminiscent of last night's shimmer wine. "Since it costs money, you should buy what you lack."

Tamara ignored him and continued on her way.

He chased after her, half because of a hangover and the other half because of the drum in his wallet.

"Hey, wait a minute, don't be so rude, girl."

"I'm not rude at all, I'm on my way, I don't want to talk to you," she said.

He followed her up the bridge and laughed out loud. It was equivalent to telling her that he felt that he had encountered a challenge, and that he felt that this person could be bought with a few gold seas.

"Ah, you're a student, aren't you?" He finally recognized her clothes and saw the satchel on her shoulder. "Just in time for an interview, huh? Which mechanic do you want to take a fancy to and climb into a big family, right? ”

"It has nothing to do with you, but yes," she replied, secretly hoping that he would hear the disdain in her tone and walk away. Instead, he quickened his pace and rushed to stand in front of her to block the aisle of the bridge. He looked her up and down as if he were picking up cattle in the market.

"You're an eye-catching chick. I've lost a little weight, but I'll be able to recuperate after a few meals at the Lecra Polo restaurant, huh? What do you think? It's Evolution Day, and everyone should have some fun, right? ”

"Not interested," Tamara said, pushing him away. "Get out of the way, stay away from me."

"Listen, girl, my name is Sierra Olabroxas, and many of the powerful tycoons north of the city know me," he continued to block her path with his body. "If you accompany me well this morning, I will say a few kind words for you and promise to give you extra points for the interview, you know what I mean, right?"