Almost at the same time, Piltover South Town Square Square.

"We at Piltover have prospered for 200 years and have had numerous crises, but we have overcome them again and again. And..."

On the high podium, Jace, dressed in a suit, expressed his emotions with emotion.

"To this end, we need everyone's full help, and I hope you can contribute your part."

......

Half an hour later, the crowd that had filled the entire square dispersed.

Mel behaved calmly, smiled, and handed it to Jace with a glass of water:

"How does it feel to serve the people?"

Jace took a big gulp of water, his face annoyed:

"I miss the old days, I'd rather spend the whole day in the lab. By the way, how are the presentations going these days? ”

"Don't be in a hurry, it will take a little time for the people to get out of their comfort."

Mel took the glass, handed it to his butler, and walked around the square with Jace.

"Time... What we lack most is time, and I can feel the weight of my burden. ”

Jace had a sad look on his face.

He walks the coastline every day, and the Zaun on the other side changes every day, he can see the haze hovering in the Zu'an sky gradually dissipating, he can see the robots on the opposite bank sentry on the shore, and he can see many dilapidated and dangerous buildings on the other side being demolished and replaced by exquisite small attics.

Zuan is transforming from a dilapidated and abandoned city to a new one.

Half a month has passed, and what are they Piltover doing?

Didn't do anything!

Without Zaun's factory, they wouldn't even have a place to monetize their technology.

It was hard to get the factory built, but the people didn't want to work at all.

Piltover could not promise a future like Zaun, and the people did not want to live a hard life. They couldn't drive slaves like Noxus, they didn't have prisoners of war, let alone now

The parliamentarians are reluctant to increase their remuneration on the grounds that they don't have money, and it's really difficult for him as a parliamentarian to do it.

"Mel..."

Jace's mouth opened, wanting to ask the other party to come up with funds to improve the treatment of the people's work, but thinking that the factory was basically funded by the Myrdalda family, his heart was suddenly filled with guilt and closed his mouth.

"Jace."

Mel's expression took on a hint of seriousness, and he reached out to straighten Jace's tie:

"Piltover is not your own city, you have to learn how to get on the same page with other people."

"Consensus? Same as at the Grand Theatre? ”

Jace remembered the night Victor and Piltover broke up, when he was socializing with a few other councillors at the Bolshoi Theater.

After Mel's guidance, he understood that if he wanted to sit firmly in the council, he had to have a good relationship with the rest of the people, and he had to have some sand in his eyes in order to achieve what he really wanted.

For a moment, Jace thought a lot. Recalling Victor's departure, Camille was in the Enforcement Bureau. However, Caitlin still abides by justice every day, but after becoming a councilor, her face is getting worse and worse day by day.

Is it better for Piltover ...

His gaze swept around, Piltover glowed golden in the sunlight, and every fine building seemed to be paved with a layer of gold.

This is where he grew up, with profit-seeking parliamentarians, professors dedicated to science, skilled craftsmen, magistrates who served the public, apprentices with aspirations...

His gaze swept to the airship in the air, which had his portrait carved into it.

I don't know when he also went from an apprentice to a councillor. But his ambition never changed, the city nurtured him, and he wanted to protect it, even at all costs.

However, he rarely seems to think about what other people want...

Benefit? Knowledge? Wealth? Happiness? Life?

Maybe... Knowing them is the key to connecting the hearts of all Mrs. Piltworth.

Jace took a deep breath and put his hands on Mel's shoulders, his expression extremely serious:

"I understand. I don't understand why they put their interests ahead of Piltover's safety, but I'll try to find out what they want in order to protect this place. ”

The corners of Mel's mouth rose slightly, and his gaze met Jace's sincere eyes, and he said casually:

"If you want to understand this, you have to sort out the structure of the whole Leather City. How many classes do you think there are here? ”

Jace subconsciously frowned, thought for a while, and guessed uncertainly:

"Two? Parliamentarians and the public? ”

"No, it's four, big nobles, small nobles, middle people, and ordinary people."

Hearing Mel's words, Jace subconsciously followed her train of thought and murmured:

"The great nobles are Philos and Myrdalda, and perhaps Professor Heimerdinger. The minor nobles were represented by Gillaman, or perhaps Tallis, whom I represented, and the councillors were mostly of this class. Further down the middle people, Marcus? ”

Mel bowed slightly: "He is one, and there are many managers who grasp the important affairs of the city-state, they have no family background, and they have all relied on knowledge and strength to reach the current level." The people at the bottom are the ones we need to mobilize. ”

"The middle and common people of Piltover have enjoyed peace for too long, they have no concept of crisis, let alone the source of the crisis is Zaun..."

Mel didn't finish his sentence, but Jace already had a clear understanding in his mind:

"Piltover had suppressed Zaun for hundreds of years, and they didn't think the other was a threat to them. Crises have occurred from time to time, but none have done them any harm. ”

"But... A councillor died, and the Gilamane home was blown up. Jace looked puzzled.

This time was different from the previous ones, not because only one building had collapsed like when his house was blown up, but because one councillor had died and another councillor's home had been leveled.

"That's what you see, not what the people hear." Mel smiled.

"How?" Jace's face was slightly pale, and there was curiosity in his eyes.

He had never felt that the answer was so close to him, within reach, only a veil away.

"This gentleman..."

Mel didn't answer Jace, but suddenly stopped a middle-aged gentleman in a suit who was passing by.

The gentleman looked in poor health and his clothes were a little shabby, but he was stopped by Mel, and he tidied up his clothes meticulously, and then turned around tremblingly with a cane:

"Good afternoon, Councilor Myrdalda, may I ask what can I do for you?"

The gentleman gasped for a few breaths and bowed respectfully towards Mel.

"You're Colin Levick? Your body doesn't matter. Jace looked surprised and recognized the gentleman.

The other party is the owner of a workshop in Nancheng District, and he is also a great inventor. The most powerful technique is the production of prosthetic limbs, and almost every Picheng nobleman's prosthetic leg is made by the other person's own hand.

While he was still studying at the Academy, he worked in this gentleman's workshop. The other party is still a daughter slave, and there is a daughter who is proficient in making dolls, maybe because he often touches dolls, or Colin is too spoiled, he always feels that the girl's personality and body are a little weird.

And because of years of home research and experimental accidents, Colin suffered from chest pain a few years ago, and it didn't take long to live.

"It's been a long time since I've seen Councillor Tallis, and when you were with me, I thought you were going to have a bright future."

Although Colin smiled reluctantly because of the chest pain, his eyes and demeanor revealed sincere blessings.

"Mr. Colin, you also know that our Councillor Tallis has been busy recruiting lately, so I would like to ask you for your opinion on this matter."

A polite smile hung on the corner of Mel's mouth, and when he learned that the other party was not in good health, he specially asked the butler behind him to help the other party to a stone bench and sit down.

"Opinion?" Colin coughed twice, no doubt that he had his opinion, "Councillor Tallis has a good idea, and I think Piltover needs to be a little more energetic, but..."

Speaking of this, Colin looked embarrassed and hesitated for a long time without speaking.

"Can you elaborate on that? If it's my problem, I need you to correct me, remember the mess I made when I first started as an apprentice, and you and Orianna were always outspoken about my mistakes. ”

Jace had a vague feeling in his heart and looked at Colin expectantly.

"A lot has happened in Piltover lately, first of all, the independence of Zaun, which ordinary people do not feel deeply, and we have been affected by the Workshop Street. After all, our suppliers are all from the Zuan side. ”

Colin was still a little hesitant, but when he saw Jace's sincere face, he sighed and continued:

"Later, I heard that a councillor had died, and the people above said that he had died in a terrorist attack in Zaun, but we didn't really believe it."

"Why? That thing was indeed done by the people of Zuan. Jace's face changed slightly.