The first thing that caught Ezreal's eye was the throne that stood in the deepest and highest place as the doorway opened.

The throne is surrounded by flags, symbolizing the supreme. But it was empty, it looked like it had been abandoned, and it seemed like it would never be activated.

Then there are the huge white stone pillars, which serve as the support of the council chamber, and people will inevitably notice them.

The whole empty hall is embellished with them, and it looks unusually solemn and quiet.

In the center of the hall, there is a huge black round table, next to which there are three unusual positions, each engraved with the motif of a book, a crow, and a battle axe.

Two of them were empty, except for a figure sitting on top of the crow.

The three main seats face outward, and are small and delicate seats, some of which are empty, and some of which are engraved with patterns.

Most of them were empty, and only one seat sat a person, Camille, who had been on the boat with them before, and the back of the seat was engraved with Philos's family crest.

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

Ezreal's breath was a little short, and the dreary atmosphere here made him a little breathless, much more oppressive than the council chamber in Piltover.

He turned his gaze back to one of the three main seats, the only seat where there were people.

It was a middle-aged white-haired nobleman with a majestic physique, reading a dossier in his hand. The ravens lined up on the back of his chair, scarlet six-eyes watching their arrival.

Even just looking at him, Ezreal felt like his breathing was about to stop, he hadn't seen any real big people before, but the other party was sitting there like that, and he had an extra thought in his heart.

That nobleman, the big man who must hold the power of the empire, there is no doubt about it!

He had never experienced such a solemn occasion, and Piltover's meeting of the councillors was nothing compared to the meeting of the village chief.

Ezreal pulled out a stiff smile, his hands, feet, and brain were a little dull, and he didn't know what to do.

At this time, should he kneel down and shout long live the Commander.

No, no, no, it's so shameless.

Or should he wave and say good afternoon in Piltover's way?

No, no, no, that's too frivolous, and it doesn't fit the current scene at all.

Damn it... What the hell should he do.

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

Svein, who was sitting in the seat of the deputy president, also put down the file in his hand and turned his gaze to the visitor:

"Victor, the pioneer of the Ascending Machine, and Ezreal the Explorer, who was blessed with luck."

His steady voice was indifferent, and his identity was broken in one word.

Svein is not an easy-going person, and there are very few beings in the world who can make him friendly.

Even if Svein was just a normal glance, Ezreal felt the urge to kneel.

It was as if he could see the endless darkness and the feast of crows in the eyes of the other party, looking down at them mortals.

"Commander Svein, I have long admired your great name." Victor said calmly.

The glow of Hex in his eyes was as faint as usual, and it didn't seem to be affected in any way.

"You're good. If you want to be a Noxian, this is the place for you. Svein said.

There was a sense of reason in his words, and it gave Ezreal a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Victor can, then he's not...

There are so many locations here, and it's not bad for one.

It's not that he wants to play for Noxus, but he heard that this is the most powerful place in Noxus, and if he puts his name on it at this moment, then he will definitely become popular.

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

Black roses, spinning axes, deep black orbs, impermeable spider silk...

Perhaps, his explorer logo should be added here.

"Thank you and Your Excellency Ryan for your kindness, I am still a beginner, and when I have completed the Great Evolution, I will be eligible for my place." Victor bowed slightly in refusal.

He is a man of perfection, and Oriana's success has brought him infinite inspiration.

He hadn't completely transformed into a machine yet, but he was no longer confined to the physical body.

Appears to be in the council chamber in Noxus, but his other machine body is communicating with Sevica about Zaun's future.

The day he gave up his physical body completely, that is, the day he truly completed his evolution.

"The time is not far off, you are on the right path."

Svein said lightly, as if he had foreseen the future.

He gained his power by devouring a demon, and each demon in the Rune Continent has its own symbol and the realm in which it excels.

And the one inside him is the embodiment of 'secret'.

He knows everything about mortals.

After that, he chatted with Victor about the transformation of the empire's land.

As for the plan to transform people's livelihood through science and technology, the ideal science and technology model has been built since Ryan went to Piltover.

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

"If it's just to reverse the desert around the Immortal Fortress, it will take about three months, and this is without any other assistance."

After a detailed description of the plan for scientific and technological transformation, Victor gave his own time limit.

"Do you need the Empire to do anything to collect items related to the Force of Nature?" Svein frowned slightly.

Three months is not a long time, but the empire is efficient. It would take three months around the Immortal Fortress, and it would take at least ten years for the entire empire to control the desert.

They couldn't wait that long.

"That's right, according to our experiments, spirit plants that are attached to natural energy can speed up the greening process."

"The Ionian continent is full of that plant, we own a hundred thousand hectares of land, tens of thousands of troops are at our disposal, and the plants on it are at our disposal. We need a perfect portability, though. Svein said unceremoniously.

His words made Ezreal a little passionate.

Although he was somewhat sympathetic to Ionia, he assumed the role of Councillor Trevary.

Well, such an empire is too secure.

In the future, when he goes out on an expedition, he has the whole empire as a backrest, is there a happier explorer than this?

So... When will it be his turn. Promise him the status of a councilor, and he will definitely not refuse like Victor.

While he was bored thinking, Victor and Svein worked out the details of how to transplant the spirit plant.

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

Conquering Ionia and reclaiming the glory they once lost is something they will surely do in the future.

"With each plant consumed, the power of the Ionian Soul is weakened by one point. If they make a move, I'll go to the front myself. ”

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

Svein was not surprised by this voice, nodded slightly:

"Councillor Sindra, follow your will."

It seems that there are only him and Camille among the councillors here, but everything that happens here is not a secret to all councillors.

Whether it's against the two mages of the floating fortress, or the black rose that hides in the shadows.