It wasn't until Capet Sr. mentioned the ancient Shurima dynasty that Ezreal had been studying recently, that he realized that he seemed to be concerned too much about politics just now. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Professional things are left to professional people to do.

Not to mention that Piltover is not on the agenda of the Empire ruler for the time being, even if the guessed next military action of the Empire is really successful, then these complex political issues should not be left to the brain.

If that day comes and someone wants to attack Ezreal for not loving the progressive city enough, he will show his patriotism by joining the army to fight the Empire's aggression, rather than trying to use political means.

Without him, I naturally don't like to be like my father Capet Sr., who wants people to help do something without speaking directly, but going around many circles to create a certain atmosphere, and finally talking about others willing to bump into themselves.

So Ezreal was ready for a showdown with the seasoned politicians around him, and no longer acted at the other side's pace: "Father, if Piltover is in a dangerous situation, and I can do something about it, I will be more than happy." So you can tell me straight. ”

Izawa's showdown was very straightforward, so stiff that there was no political art, but the old Capet didn't think it was angry, and his face was calm and even said with appreciation: "You are very sharp, Ize." I'm sure there's no one better suited than you in this matter. ”

This is the second time that old Capet has revealed his appreciation to Ize after entering the study, the last glance has made him vigilant, and now it is a warning bell in his heart, Ezreal has never expected such a day after secretly changing archaeology.

Ignoring the wary look on Izawa's face, the elder Capet continued to say in a deep voice: "When I was young, I had the idea of making Piltover stronger, and I joined the organization with more like-minded friends in a chance exchange. ”

"We often debate to find ways to lead humanity to survive in this crisis-ridden world. Because we have more authority, we know many secrets about this continent that will never be made public, and the demise of the once powerful Shurima is not just the famine of the last emperor. Lewdness. "There are many memories in Old Capet's expression, and at this time, he chooses some of them and slowly tells them to the 'inheritors' around him.

"Later I came to learn that this organization was not limited to the progressive city, but also to many other countries and city-states, and you also met Giancarlo in Ionia. Member of Esposito. What we are looking for is a path, different from that of the Noxian Empire, whether humanity can be reunited under one banner without war. I'm sure you've learned from the literature that the Valoran continent hundreds of years ago, or even earlier, was not as fragmented as it is now, and the Shurima civilization didn't build its culturally prosperous capital in the endless sand......"

Perhaps it was the quest that Cape Sr. told was too bizarre, and Ezreal's attention couldn't help but be drawn back to him, and he muttered to himself, "Not to be reunited under one banner through war?!" ”

"Yes, Izawa." Caet Sr. definitely did it on purpose, so he heard such subtle self-talk very clearly, "It's possible." There is a force strong enough to guarantee the enforceability of this organization; There is enough rich attraction to guarantee effective control of this organization. About these, you... Anything that comes to mind? ”

Faced with Old Cape's question, the corners of Ezreal's eyes twitched involuntarily, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "I...... There is no ......"

"Humph!" How could his immature disguise escape the eyes of a seasoned politician, and after a cold snort that almost made Izawa disarm and surrender, old Capet continued disdainfully: "Magic! ”

"Magic gives people who would otherwise be unable to wield swords a power that rivals the power of an army; The endless and colorful magical world also has a sticky force that makes it difficult for those who enter it! Old Capet, who had been emotionally free from the beginning of the conversation, suddenly changed his aura, and a trace of spark gradually appeared in his words, "And you! You! You! Hum!! But what did you transfer!! ”

For a moment, he thought that his 'little secret' had been sold by some unreliable partner. Fortunately, it was just the anger of the old Capet that his son had changed his family without permission and finally broke out completely for the first time.

"Huh? Oh... Amount, amount. Hmm......" Looking at the politician with blood gushing, Ezreal still decided not to answer and avoid pising his father to death, but he still muttered a little in his heart: "So it seems that this organization is not very reliable......"

It was probably Ezreal's actual actions that made the old Capet see some loopholes in their plans, so the old man, after venting his anger in his chest moderately, did not continue the topic, but turned back to somewhere on the bookshelf and reached out to open the secret door that was very cleverly hidden.

A slight 'click' on the bookshelf revealed a hole about the size of a fist in Ezreal's sight, and old Capet reached out and pulled out a heavy wooden box from the hole in the secret door.

"This is? ...... "When the secret door of the bookshelf opened, Ezreal almost broke his thigh in his heart, and he opened countless mechanisms and secret doors, and he never thought that there would be such a setting in a politician's study, and I really regret not exploring it earlier."

Old Capet gently placed the wooden box on the desk, and while Ezreal was still wondering which series of ultimate magic scrolls it would be, the mystery was revealed little by little: "This is the magic substitute we discovered later, and you should be glad that we found it in time when you were hiding it from me to rewrite archaeology." ”

"It has more power and attraction than magic." The elder Capet finally showed his cards, and he was very happy to see the unfilial son, who was an archaeology lecturer, lose his mind in front of this priceless treasure.

So Ezreal met him: "You... You... Father, how can you have runestones?! ”

Then Ezreal, who had lost his words, was forcibly left in his study and 'talked' for several hours.

When Ezreal, whose brain ached, came out of the study, he wanted to slap himself a few times at once, and now he hurried to the door, and his father probably had never used such a knife again.

If the father and son had only written half of the eight characters of the organization before the father and son 'talked' tonight, after Ezreal's detailed explanation under pressure, the eight characters had already been half written, and after some other 'technical' details were resolved, they could be bound and published.

After being 'kicked' out of the study by the excited old Capet, poor Ezreal looked up at the time, and could only postpone the plan to 'comfort' Lux until the next morning, and turned and walked to his own small building behind.

When he was about to reach the door, there was a sudden sound of crazy dog barking at the hedge behind the yard from the neighbors, and it was Neville's annoying foxhound, who always disturbed people's rest in the middle of the night, maybe one day it was time for the 'second generation' to let Neville send his nasty dog to the manor outside the city as soon as possible.

'Arcane Leap'!

Mentally exhausted, Ezreal didn't want to pay attention to this barking guy, but remembered that his friends were all 'sleeping' at home tonight, and in order to let everyone have a good rest, he still dodged downstairs to solve the problem.

'Pamper me......

'Tell me a secret......

'It's tempting......

"Hmm... This is? When he came to Ezreal in the garden behind him, he unconsciously felt this familiar feeling in his mind.

Fortunately, this charm was not directed at him, as long as you pay attention and concentrate, it is easy to break it.

Turning a row of low bushes, Ahri's white nine big tails appeared in Ezreal's eyes without accident, this bewitching guy is lazily lying on the bench at the moment, teasing the big dog who is chained and barking wildly through the hole in the hedge: "Oops~ Come on, little dog, come and bite me~~~ Come on~~"

"Hmm, cough ......" Ahri's long, white and seductive legs, half-concealed and half-exposed shook in the eyes of the 'explorer', and Ezreal found that his spirit was suddenly a little less easy to concentrate, so he had to cough a little awkwardly, reminding the 'guest' who was a little too comfortable: "That, Lady Ahri, is there any reason for your behavior?" ”

He asked this because he suddenly remembered that just a few days ago, Neville's foxhounds seemed to bark so wildly, and that time he happened to come to the backyard to check, but there was no such a charming body in front of him at that time.

"Hmph~ nasty little guy." The demon fox, who was having fun but was disturbed, unhappily propped himself up from the bench he had just laid down, and at the same time showed his tiger teeth to Ezreal and threatened: "Put away your superfluous curiosity, a nosy guy like you has been eaten by me if not ten or eight." Woo! Got it? ”

It seems that the intimidation of the 'Nine-Tailed Demon Fox' has worked, and the 'explorer', who has always been quite bold, is a little stunned in place.

"Forget it, I'm in a good mood today, so I won't tease it. Ah~~~" Ahri, who sat up, let go of the big dog that had offended her with a high attitude, and then stretched a little lazy and turned to her room, and after a few steps, she found that Ezreal seemed to be a little frightened too much, and turned around and said with a playful smile: "Ha, scared you?" I lied to you~~~ Good dreams, little one. ”

As soon as Ahri's figure disappeared, the steward of the Neville family on the other side finally arrived in the backyard and loudly scolded the subordinate who was watching the dog: "Arnold! Arnold!! You are limited to one minute to calm down the young master's dog, otherwise, you will get out of here tomorrow. Do you understand? ”

"Yes, yes Mr. Atwood, I have done my best, please report back to the young master and I will be able to appease Dora ...... immediately"

With Ahri's departure and Arnold's efforts, the hedge that unites the two courtyards gradually regained its quietness, and only the 'frightened' Ezreal was still standing.

'Hmm, what's going on?' Ezreal, who habitually rubbed his nose after finally coming to his senses, found that his nasal cavity was suddenly a little moist, and he touched it down, and was stunned for a long time before he saw that it was his own blood, "Oh! Oh, my God? I ......"

The only thing left in the courtyard was his lonely whisper, followed by the sound of Soo searching for tissues, and at last Ezreal, who could not find anything, could only lie down on the bench and tilt his head back as much as he could, hoping that the nosebleed would not continue to flow.

'How can there be nosebleeds?' Didn't pay attention to rubbing it too hard just now? Leaning back on the bench, Ezreal pondered the cause of his current predicament, and his mind suddenly flashed back to the scene where he had just froze.

Ahri, who stood up and tried to intimidate Ezreal, probably didn't notice how inappropriate that posture was at that time, and the trinity of movement, strength, and angle perfectly showed the 'huge energy' of its human body, so Ezreal didn't have any extra energy to pay attention to what Ahri was talking about later.

As a junior brother in love, his tired brain is like a waterfall that has opened the floodgates, leaving only the sound of 'booming' explosions, and the water vapor that bursts down and flies all over the sky completely turns his mind into a blank.

You should be glad Ahri left in time and didn't notice his embarrassment, otherwise......

'It's just...... If you look at it from an artistic point of view, it was a beautiful night...... 'Lying on the bench, Ezreal suddenly noticed that the night sky in the middle of summer was particularly beautiful.

……

'Toot, toot, toot! ’

'Toot! Honk! Honk! ~~’

The loud sound of rows of trombones being blown echoed through the festive city of Anderreich.

The excited citizens, who finally survived until dawn, have already taken to the streets in costumes, looking forward to today, Fiona. Viscount Laurent's Honour and the Ceremony of the Knighthood.

Yes, the citizens who took to the streets were given a new gossip on the fly, and Fiona, who led the patrol to a glorious victory, will not only receive her personal honor today - the title of 'Royal Guard', but also by virtue of her 'conscientious' work in the past, so that Her Majesty III will be restored to the title of Count of the Laurent family!

However, in the eyes of the nobles, the restoration of the title was just a sign that the Laurent family had avoided the limelight and was once again relied on by the king, but no one dared to underestimate Fiona's achievements in a bloody battle.

Therefore, the people who watched the ceremony looked at Count Fiona in full costume with joy and awe, and without jealousy, holding aloft the sword that symbolized the strength of the Federation, and in the rain of rose petals fluttering overhead, they walked step by step to the altar temporarily erected in front of the castle.

Fiona, who walked up to the high platform, put her sword into the sheath, and the crowd of spectators under the medal platform saw the king's envoy who was forced to wait here due to the ceremony, and immediately strode impatiently over, and in the sound of the salute, the excited envoy read to Fiona the handwritten commendation decree of Gavin III.

It's a pity that no powerful magicians were sent to accompany him this time, and he couldn't cast the 'amplification technique' to make the audience rejoice, but there will be a draft of the commendation order written by the family members to post on each notice board.

Then came the highlight of the ceremony: His Majesty's Honour to Fiona. Count Laurent's reward, the Warden's Armor, a treasure stored in the royal treasury!

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