"Dad, aren't you going to learn magic today?"

After breakfast, Ahri found that Lester did not test his usual skills in talking to flowers, nor did he practice the skills of 'hiding ears' or 'hiding tails', but instead dressed himself up, which aroused Ahri's curiosity.

"As a reward for little Ahri's diligence and inquisitiveness, today Dad will take you out to play, and you can buy any gift you want."

Standing behind little Ahri, Lester looked at the crystal round mirror, always feeling like he was dressing up as a little angel, and his heart was about to melt just by looking at his daughter's lovely face.

"Dad~You're so good to me~"

Ahri let out a cheer and jumped out of the high chair and hugged Lester's thighs tightly, messing up Lester's hairstyle, which had not yet been secured with a hair accessory.

Despite all the corrections, Ahri still retains some of the predator habits that he had before he changed his form, such as being extremely interested in the corpses that had just died, and rubbing his body against people or things he liked.

In terms of general popularity, Ahri likes only Lester at present, and the thing is the orb that grows up with Ahri, if there is no Lester with him, Ahri will definitely hold the orb to the ground and never leave him.

"Okay little girl, look, the hair is messed up again."

Laughing and picking up the coquettish Ahri and putting him back on the high chair, Lester sped up his movements until he dressed Ahri beautifully.

The magic ornaments for Ahri have necklaces that cover the magic breath and affect vision, which can be regarded as a necessary role in avoiding people's eyes.

If you don't have the strength of a high-level mage, it is difficult to see through the secrets under the necklace, and under the influence of the necklace, Ahri is just a 'good-looking little girl' in the eyes of most people, which is also the premise of Lester taking Ahri out, otherwise Ahri, who can't freely control the power of charm, is afraid that Lester will not let Lester carry the knife all the way.

It took fifteen minutes to reach Piltover's town by horse-drawn carriage from the Blue Smoke Manor, and most of the time was spent in the Blue Smoke Manor.

In the carriage, Leicester began to think about the situation in Piltover today.

At present Piltover is divided into four social classes,

The most powerful and wealthy are the Myrdalda family and the Philos family, which are backed by the Noxian Empire, and most of Piltover's wealth eventually goes to the two major families, if there is a division between the two, because of Camille, the Philos family is more noble than the Myrdalda family.

The two have a position above the Leather City Council, and have the right to veto some decisions of the Leather City Council, and they are the people in charge of the City hidden behind the scenes.

The privilege of the top plutocrats is reflected in the ability to raise private armies in their respective estates, such as the agents of the Philos family and the guards of the Myrdalda family, who can use the barrel of a gun to control the situation in Piltoverf at a critical time, protect the family's property, and dare to kill even the magistrate if he has an order.

Slightly inferior to the status are the Gillamon family and the Obigus family, which have traditionally gained seats in parliament through technological monopoly or wealth accumulation.

At the same level, there is no way to find a parliamentarian who has no family background and is shortlisted solely on his own skills and abilities, and if he does, he must be a collaborator who has been bought by a certain family faction.

As for Heimerdinger, who is also a member of parliament, he is purely a yodel mascot who has invested in his own technology, and rarely interferes in Piltover's politics except for scientific exploration, and for this reason, the Pieta councillors respect Heimerdinger very much, but not much.

In Piltover, where science is paramount, no force will refuse a yodeler professor who has no desire and only wants to dedicate himself to science, which is why the [College of Science and Progress] changed its name for the third time to "Yodel College", in order to give Heimerdinger enough fame and reason to stay in Piltover.

As everyone knows, playing a business game with a group of capitalists who only know how to pursue profits, once Heimerdinger becomes an 'obstacle to progress', this group of indifferent and ruthless parliamentarians will only kick the distinguished Yodel out of the circle and let the ageless yodelers retire.

How can he be truly respected through his own hard work and work like Rambo?

Not to mention anything else, in Fidellett's scientific research circle, whoever sees the little Rambo has to stand up and salute obediently, and be honored as the chief designer of Rambo.

But this is Heimerdinger's own choice, Lester has no way to interfere, no matter how bitter the fruit is, he picks it himself, he can only swallow it himself, of course, if Heimerdinger really suffers Waterloo, Lester doesn't mind pulling this stubborn yodel friend again.

Unlike the first two elite classes that could really influence Piltover's development, the third estate could not have any effective influence on Piltover's future development, and it was also the end of most of Piltover's life.

The fourth class consisted of the Piltover Lady Piltward, who lived in pigeon coops and worked for small merchants, most of whom lived on the north shore of the Sungate Gate, and a small number of the downcasts lived on the south shore and had residence permits, and were the main group of Piltover.

For Mrs. Piltover of the Fourth Estate, even if she was down, she was more decent than Zuan, who lived in the Lower City with sewage and exhaust gases, and the Fourth Estate Mrs. Piltworth was the lifelong pursuit of most Zaun workers.

The funny thing is that most of the Philos and Myrdalda families, which Madame Piltworth has never been able to touch in her life, seem to herself to be nothing more than existences that can be erased at any time.

No wonder power is so fascinating......

"Dad, where is that? Why is it so green? It's ugly. ”

In the carriage, little Ahri stretched out his little finger to the south of the Gate of the Sun, and a gray-green waste hung over the entire lower city, enough to turn the rain sour.

"There is Piltover's father, his name is Zaun."

"Since he is a father, shouldn't he be better than Piltover? It's like Daddy is better than Ahri! ”

Lester laughed and kissed the innocent Ahri, who giggled and took Lester's hand and shook it around, which was very cute.

"Most fathers will fall to the ground and can't get up after lifting their children, and your father is unique in the world."

"Dad is amazing~"

On the other side of the Sungate Sea Gate Bridge, Hilco sat by the eaves of the severely corroded house, looking at the paradise on earth on the other side, looking a little melancholy.

Fandel leaned against the wall and smoked smoke with his pipe, looking at Piltover, not knowing what he was thinking.

"My mother was stopped on that beautiful bridge because she didn't have a pass, and died of illness in her bed, and the leather guys who were in charge of the suspension bridge probably forgot that they had strangled a seriously ill woman from the ditch with their own hands."

"You say, why are the people over there able to enjoy the sun and the sea breeze from birth, while the people here can only live in the stinky ditches and enjoy poverty and sickness?"

Exhaling a puff of smoke, Vander said indifferently.

"My life is not good, I didn't have a good baby, there is such a big and noble birth point opposite, I have to go through the back door to get ahead, what can I do if I get into the dung ditch?"

Stunned for a moment, Hilco turned around and covered his stomach and laughed, looking at Hilco like this, Fandel smiled a little more, and the two laughed innocently for a long time, but they were silent at the same time.

It's funny, but it's hell enough.

In the canal channel, Noxus warships approach the bridge, and amid the cacophony of sirens, the drawbridge of the Sungate is pulled up, making way for Noxus's warships.

The Noxian ships have always been so domineering, and this was the case when the Noxian Empire did not have a Holy Emperor, and now that there is a Holy Emperor, it is even more so.

If a person's life can be so beautiful, it can be regarded as not in vain.

"That's right, I really didn't have a good baby, the world is so big, we have to live in the sewers, this sin should be suffered."

Hilco looked at the noxian warship in a daze, and his voice was a little low.

"But if you don't get a good baby, you can only suffer like this for the rest of your life...... I'm not reconciled, even if he is the most powerful alchemy baron in Zu'an, when he sees that group of law enforcement officers who show off his might, he can only take the initiative to hand over cigarettes, and after a lifetime, he trampled on countless Zu'an people to take the throne, but he is still a grandson, and it is boring to live like this. ”

"Isn't that what we're doing now?"

Fandel came to Hilcoe's side, watching wistfully as the waves were swept away by the Imperial warships.

"Zu An is used to being bullied, and someone has to stand up and yell at two voices, telling the leather guy that the ditch people are not easy to mess with.

We can put up with poison gas and the shit and pee from the sewers from the uptown, but the skinny must understand that we are willing to endure because we are willing to put the worst on our shoulders, not because we are born cheap and deserve to be cheap! ”

"But the question is, how can we make the Skinny understand this?"

Vandel put down his pipe and said coldly.

"The Noxian ship is big enough, and the crew is united enough, if the drawbridge is not pulled, it will be the drawbridge that will rot with one shot, and those hangers who watch people cook dare not pull the bridge?

Now the black alleys of Zu'an are scattered, there are many gangs, the alchemy baron in the industrial area is intrigued, he directly betrays the big guy for a little money, and the ditch area is for the sake of rat meat to grab food, people are not like people, ghosts are not like ghosts.

A group of cowards in the nest can't even pee in a pot of fucking pee, and they look awesome, but the urine is bifurcated and soaks each other, and they deserve to be bullied! ”

Taking a deep breath, Hilco turned his head and no longer looked at the bustling Upper City, nor at the domineering Imperial warships,

At this moment, he only has the wolf fist Vandel in his eyes, and the wolf's fist plus the fox's brain will definitely be able to do something.

"You're right, if you want to win the respect of the leather guys, you have to get the Zuan people to stand up first."

The emaciated Hilco's eyes gleamed with determination.

"Fandel, do you remember what I told you about Factory Eleven? I have a way to get that place, but only if I turn Factory Eleven into an abandoned factory. ”

After Vander knew that Hilco had learned about Factory Eleven from the mouth of the viper, he had been trying to use the fluorescent lichen in the pit of Factory Eleven to do some research, but Hilco had not perfected his plan, and now it seems that Hilko has a new idea.

"What do you want to do?"

After a deep sigh, Hilco came up with a plan that could be called vicious.

"The No. 12 chemical plant is the territory of Baron Laimer's alchemy, responsible for the production of plastics and sulfur products for the upper city, there are eight alchemical exhaust gas storage tanks in the factory, as long as you blow up more than three, it is enough to turn the factory within a radius of five miles into a dead land, after most of the factories in the industrial area are shut down, it is enough to cause a great earthquake that shakes the council in the upper city!

Three days later, a shipment of detonators and nitrification explosives from the Longmen will be transported to Berguen via the Sungate, and we will be berthed long enough to operate at night and steal a batch of detonators and explosives.

Blowing up the No. 12 chemical plant, Baron Lamer's alchemy, who was questioned by the upper city, will inevitably track down the murderer under the pressure of the magistrates and the council, and will not hesitate to start a baronial war for this,

With a little guidance, Willard, who has just taken the throne, will become an excellent target for Laimer, no, it should be said that even without our guidance, the greedy Laimer will definitely not let go of the opportunity to attack Willard! ”

"When the time comes, Willard will not be strong enough, and he will definitely recruit thugs from the black alleys, and now who doesn't know the name of [Wolf Fist Fandel]?

That's when our opportunity came, and with Willard, we definitely had a chance to get our hands on Factory Eleven! At that time, Factory Eleven and Factory Twelfth will become the main battleground for the two alchemy barons, and I think Willard will definitely be happy to throw this mess at us,

With Factory Eleven, we have the basic disk, and I can also get the factory back up and running and dig up the secrets buried in the ground. ”

After listening to Hilco's plan, Fandel's face became not very good-looking,

He wanted the Zuan people to gain the respect of the Picheng people, maybe this process would be accompanied by the necessary bloodshed and sacrifice, but there was a bottom line.

Blowing up the alchemy factory has undoubtedly broken through the bottom line that he can accept.

The 'filtered' exhaust gas is enough to infect most of the Zuan people with disease, and if they deliberately destroy the alchemy jar to release the poisonous gas, how many people will die by then?

"Although the method is good, I don't think it's appropriate, how far the alchemy poison gas will spread, how much harm it will bring to the innocent, we can't control it at all, is there no other way?"

"Fandel, this is the best way and a necessary sacrifice."

Hilco sighed, his voice calm.

"Now that we have no name and no share, can you fight alone, can you fight with one dozen ten, and can you also fight twenty good players?

If it is through gentle means, I am afraid that after ten years, I may not be able to eat the black alley, every time I grow up, I must shed blood, if you want to do great things, you must know how to sacrifice! Weakness must not be allowed to dominate our will!

Brothers! This curse has been perpetuated since the establishment of the Gate of the Sun, it was Zaun who built the City of Progress with his life and blood, and now, if we want Zaun to go further, we must also shed blood! ”

Hilco stretched out his right hand and stared at Vandel silently, waiting for Vandel's decision.

In a trance, Fandel seemed to hear countless coughs, and he couldn't tell where the coughs came from, maybe it was a child in the gutter area, or an old man on a ventilator in a dark alley, or a worker in an alchemy factory who traded his health and time for a little handout from the factory owner.

Seeing Fandel's faltering, Hilko spoke again.

"Let's do this together, Fandel, only if we join forces can we do this, and let the leather guy understand what respect is!"

Aking from the numerous coughs, Van Del saw Piltover high above, Zuan's blood dripping and moistening every flower on the other side of the bridge, and the flowers were all the filth of the sewers.

So, the man's confused eyes gradually became firm, and he grasped the right hand stretched out by his brother.

(End of chapter)