"Teacher, I've heard from others that the products of this store are very good."

Seraphine stood on the stage and pointed to the restaurant in front of her, which was decorated with a Piltover décor.

The gladiatorial fight was over, and the three of them also left there.

In order to fulfill her little wish, Seraphine had already arranged today's itinerary.

Bao Zhun satisfied the two teachers!

"Noxus has no special cuisine, and there are even very few ways to enjoy it."

Ryan looked at the storefront called "Hayden Restaurant" with reminiscence in his eyes:

"This was the former home of Mrs. Piltworth, who died heroically in battle. Now the owner of this place must be his son, who should be 18 years old this year. ”

On the wooden gate of the white stone building, a wavy family crest is engraved. It was as if he had heard a voice he hadn't heard in a long time:

'Haha! I don't want democracy, equality and comfort, I will make Seth proud because of his surname Hayden! ’

The heroic ones are not at all like Mrs. Piltworth and more like the Far North barbarians.

A chuckle appeared on Ryan's lips as he walked towards the restaurant.

"Let's go, let's go in and have a look."

It seemed to be the first time she had seen Ryan like this, and Sindra's eyes were more interesting, and she floated behind Ryan.

"Howler! His food is great, Anne and I have come to eat it! ”

Seraphine nodded sharply as well, keeping up with the two teachers.

It took her a little effort to find this place, her two teachers simply don't eat the fireworks of the world, if they don't use some methods to seduce, they will definitely not easily try the fun of ordinary people.

"Welcome!"

The enthusiastic guy who was busy beckoned to the three people who entered the door, but when he saw Ryan, who was the leader, his face suddenly froze.

The enthusiastic smile gradually faded, he suddenly became serious, and he bowed to Ryan respectfully, and said solemnly:

"General Meredith! Welcome to Hayden Inn! Thank you so much for always taking care of us! ”

This attitude and the formulaic enthusiasm that preceded it completely judged the two of them. Apparently he was genuinely grateful and respectful.

"Seth, I haven't seen you in a few years." Ryan nodded.

"General, you don't come and say anything in advance, I didn't prepare anything for you in advance."

Seth scratched his head embarrassedly, hurriedly welcomed the three of them in, and hung a sign saying "temporarily closed" outside the restaurant.

When he wanted to catch up with the guests in the hall, Ryan said flatly:

"Just find us a quiet place."

"This has been prepared for a long time!"

Seth smiled and made an inward gesture to lead the trio upwards.

Several people made their way to the second floor, through a long corridor, to a door engraved with intricate coats of arms.

Looking at the coat of arms whose main body looked like a law book, Seraphine was slightly surprised:

"Teacher, this sign..."

"The crest of the Trifali warband, each of us added a stroke to it, and it finally became the current pattern." Ryan sighed.

"This is what my father told me when he was alive, and he must leave a room for his former comrades-in-arms." Seth said on the sidelines.

He pushed open the door and led the three into the room.

The room is large, with black and red as the main color, and the style is mainly Noxian solemn, with only a long table in the middle.

Entering the room, the lights on the dome turn on, illuminating the whole room.

"It's spectacular..."

Seraphine muttered in a very low voice.

In the light, she could clearly see the murals on the walls.

In front of a cliff, a black and red army lined up here, and two generals with majestic faces stood in front, one wearing a white robe and the other wearing black battle armor.

Sallephine knew both of them, one was the Grand Commander Svein, and the other was none other than her teacher Ryan.

The army was looking down on the grasslands below and the natural city in the distance. The buildings in the city are almost always based on the presentation of nature itself, with only minor adjustments to make it more suitable for human habitation.

Huge trees stand in the city, and the green leaves on the canopy seem to be swaying in the wind and emitting glowing glows

"Grote's masterpiece?" Ryan asked.

"Yes, Uncle Grote painted for three days and three nights, and he said that his father died in this war." Seth bowed his head a little sentimentally.

"What we have lost, we will get back." There was no doubt in Ryan's flat tone.

"Preciden?"

Surveying the city in front of her, Sindra had a complicated look.

Even after an unknown amount of time, it was still as annoying to her as before.

"The Battle of Précidian, the greatest defeat the Empire has suffered to date. The chief will be the commander, and the deputy will be me. Ryan admits it calmly.

In the battle of Presidian, they only used most of their warbands to shake the strength of all Ionians to resist the invaders.

In the end, except for him and Svein, all his comrades were wiped out, and not a single one of them surrendered or retreated.

If they hadn't left some of them on the island of Filol, the war would have only been even more severe.

"That war was all Darkwell's fault!" Seraphine was indignant.

If it weren't for the support of my own teacher, how could I have failed!

"If you lose, you lose, we will be really inferior to Ionia, and the result will not change no matter how many times we come. In retrospect, letting Grote go was the right decision. Ryan said calmly.

"General, I never felt that way, I should have died there a long time ago."

A vicissitudes of life sound came from behind, and Grote, dressed in a chef's suit, appeared at the door.

He has a small skeleton and a not tall body, but because of the fat on his body, his body looks a little bloated.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were looking at him, Grote looked embarrassed, and scratched his head with some fat arms:

"General, I haven't exercised for a while, and my body is not very good."

"Is that leg any better?"

Ryan's eyes looked at Grote's right leg, which was covered by a modest chef's suit, but it was also evident that it was not a normal leg.

"Easy to use! The mechanical legs produced by the empire are no different from the original! I still wonder how the Empire can remember me as a wasted man, General, so we won't say anything thanks. ”

"I Have a Catalogue of Ghosts and Gods"

Grouter grinned and slapped the mechanical leg hard.

He felt better than ever, and even wanted to follow Ryan again and win war after war for the Empire.

"You deserve it." Ryan shook his head slightly.

"Sit down, everybody, and order whatever you want. Mentor Seraphine, I didn't expect what you said last time to be true. ”

Grote limped into the room and motioned for everyone to sit down first.

The last time Seraphine visited, he remembered the pink-haired girl vividly, as the other party said that she was Ryan's apprentice.

As the group sat down, Seraphine muttered a few words in Seth's ear and ordered all the dishes that had been arranged.

Seth respectfully retreated, and left to prepare food.

He and Grote are both chefs here, and he has also learned the craft for a few years, and his cooking skills are by no means weaker than Grote's.

"Mr. Grote, I really liked the dishes you and Seth made last time, and I specially brought the teacher here this time."

Seraphine laughed like the girl next door, cheerful and full of youth.

"Haha, I was doing this in the war group at that time, and Zhao Xin ate the most."

Grote restrained his smile with emotion on his face:

"Old Hayden's children lost their mothers in their early years, and they lost their fathers at that time, and I happened to be forced to retire by the general, so I can help a little bit."

"Then again," he looked at Ryan excitedly, "General, are we going to be able to go to war again with this leg!" ”

"Don't think about it, I haven't even been reinstated." Ryan had a small smile on his face.

"Hey, General, you and the Commander have reached the top of the Empire. A few days ago, Zhao Xin came to me. That guy drank just my wine, and didn't let me train with the warband. ”

Grote had a blowing beard and glaring expression, and said indignantly:

"I knew he had a great future, and I didn't give him a beating. Now that he has become the deputy general of the war group, he looks down on us, how am I worse than those people! ”

"Wadrin can't run as fast as me, Jetton doesn't have as much strength as me..."

He thought in fragments, and angrily pointed out the names of his former comrades. But in his tone, there was a lot of longing, and a smile from the memory.

Ryan listened quietly, his expression also carrying remembrance.

Most of the soldiers in the current Trefali Warband are his former veterans.

Except for a few people who were forced to leave the army due to injuries, the rest were reluctant to leave, and had been stationed near his castle for several years to train.

They had been waiting for him and Svein's call, waiting to play for him again.

"Seriously, General, you were so powerful in the Immortal Fortress that day! It's a pity..."

Grote had regret on his face, and his voice was even a little hoarse.

His own general and his comrades begged for an explanation for the dead heroes, but he was not present. This is his regret.

If only he could have gotten a prosthesis sooner...

He had reluctance on his face, but he also knew that this was an unrealistic fantasy.

However, he was genuinely proud to have these two superiors, some of whom were born destined to lead the empire forward.

And Svein and Ryan are obviously two of them.

"Mr. Grote, you are also contributing to the Empire now, and this is now the Empire's merit point exchange." Seraphine spoke up.

"That's right." Grote's face improved a little, "The commander came here a few days ago, saying that he was setting up a merit point here to exchange something, and I only understood it and probably agreed." ”

"Meritorious point exchange offices are generally set up in shops owned by veterans. The Empire will issue you with magic items that you can use to check and deduct merit points from the redeemer. Ryan explained.

This policy was largely his idea, and Svein added details later.

The Empire will reward veterans with high merit points to satisfy their desire to serve the Empire and improve their lives slightly.

Batches of newborns were sent to the battlefield, and batches of seriously wounded veterans retreated.

The current empire is in ruins, waiting for him and Svein to rebuild.

"It's not a hassle, what does the exchange generally include? Should I prepare something in advance? "Grote has a big picture.

Since this matter has fallen on him, the bankruptcy of the family must be done.

What's more, Hayden Bistro has made a lot of money because of Ryan and Svein's protection.

"The Empire will not ask you to give. Magic items, living resources, weapons and equipment, and power privileges can all be exchanged. After you report it through the magic items you distributed, someone will send it here. Ryan patiently explained.

"Well, I'm fine. I've earned enough gold now, and next year I'm going to send Seth to the War College, and then I'll do it specially. Grote replied cheerfully.

He is a native of Nokhi and has been in the Immortal Fortress since he was a child.

Grot's love for the Empire never faded with his retirement from the army.

On the contrary, because of the promotion of his comrades-in-arms and superiors, he is even more proud of his Noxian identity.

Not to mention opening an exchange point, let him exhaust his family wealth and donate to the empire to go to war.