The Mage Behind the Scenes From the Twin Cities

"Long time no see."

Irelia's eyes turned to Camille, her voice reminiscent.

Camille glanced back at Hex's blue eyes, but there was contempt in her tone:

"Irelia, I haven't seen you for a few years. But you used to be like a sharp sword, and now this sword seems to be breaking."

Camille was employed by the Empire to fight on the battlefields of Ionia before the Empire was taken over by Trifali.

In dealing with Ionia, it is inevitable to deal with this one in front of you.

"It doesn't matter whether the sword is broken or continuous, I was not born with you. I used to be a carefree dancer, and I only took up the sword to defend my homeland." Irelia's voice was calm.

"The sword is broken, how can you protect your hometown. Do you rely on your ideals or that unrealistic fantasy?"

Camille showed no mercy at all, and taunted the other party bluntly.

They are actually similar, but at least they are different now.

Her hometown of Piltover is thriving, but Irelia's homeland of Ionia is still in the throes of war.

The fire of his war is exchanged for my prosperity.

This will not change from the beginning.

"It depends on my actual actions. Even if I die one day, I will die on the road of resistance." Irelia sneered in return.

"Resistance beyond your own power will only drag you and your homeland into hell." Camille shook her head.

"Not free, mother would rather die!"

After Irelia said her last words, she left without looking back.

There was nothing to say between her and Camille.

Whether she came to Piltover or went to Noxus, she did not come to admire the power of Noxus.

Her goal, from beginning to end, is only one...

Also Ionia a peace and quiet.

Looking at Irelia's disappearing back, a trace of pity flashed in Camille's eyes.

Mel, who listened to the whole process, sighed with emotion:

"A strong-willed woman."

"The will is firm, but I don't know how to follow the trend. Then in the end, it can only be broken."

Strong sacrifice read sacrifice. Camille stood up calmly, with indifference in her voice:

"Ionia has a great commander in charge, and my experience will be placed in Shurima, as will you and Piltover."

The corners of Mel's mouth rose slightly, bowing his head respectfully and humbly apologizing:

"I'm sorry to trouble you. But with the civil war in Ionia, I see the possibility of Piltover's upward movement."

She knew that Camille was warning herself that there could only be one self-assertion like this.

Mel didn't think there was anything wrong with what she did this time. Almost all of the weapons in this war could be provided by the military factory in Piltover. She had no reason to refuse.

The Zaun next door is thriving with the power of the Empire, and has recently reached a series of cooperation with Bilgewater, and the future development speed may only get faster and faster.

If they want not to be left behind, they can only find a fast development path of their own.

In Mel's eyes, this is what Ionia is now.

"Possibility to go up? Selling a little more weapons won't bring us a qualitative leap. In comparison, if your little boy changes his mind, it's very promising." Camille shook his head lightly.

"His thinking is still deeply influenced by Piltover College, and he feels that people's livelihood and peace are far better than war."

Mel chuckled and continued:

"However, he does not exclude developing weapons for us. Just like Professor Heimerdinger, he is now slowly changing to adapt to the changes of the times."

"You know that's not what I meant."

Camille turned her head to Mel, her voice soft but firm:

"Don't use Myrdalda's theory of war to govern Piltover. You have been here in Piltover for so long, and you should have a good understanding of what it can offer the empire here."

"Mel Mildall, you have enough talent to make Piltover better, but don't let your subconscious from your mother and family rise to the top because of the strength of the empire." Camille's words With a commandment in it.

This time Zhang Si. In the case that she has no time management, Mel is undoubtedly Piltover's best manager now, and she doesn't want Mel to lead Piltover crooked.

Mel was shocked when he heard Camille's words.

She naturally understood what Camille meant, Piltover had never been known for its military industry.

Weapons were doing well in the past because of Zaun's factories, not their own labor.

On the contrary, for some daily mechanical inventions, they have innovated a lot.

"I see...Ms. Camille."

Mel bowed slightly:

"Zuan is the largest military factory in the empire now, and we will become the largest light factory and trade transfer station under the empire."

Camille just nodded slightly and continued:

"With this batch of weapons in place, whether the Tubutai tribe wants to or not, they have been pulled on the road of expansion. Expansion will inevitably bring development, and development will bring opportunities."

"I'll make arrangements."

Mel nodded earnestly and stood beside the tall Camille, posing like a secretary.

Camille said in a calm tone as she walked out:

"As the war escalates, the weapons they need on both sides will increase, and I suggest you go to Zaun for a collision."

"I will arrange and pay attention to this point to ensure that the weapons and equipment of both sides are at the same level. It's just the sales of weapons on the other side..." Mel frowned.

"Seraphine used to be Mrs. Piltover."

Camille just said a word ~www.wuxiahere.com~ and left the living room.

To be precise, they Piltover are not just two MPs.

Compared to Orianna, who only stood on Ryan's side, the other obviously didn't mind developing her hometown.

"Lord Seraphine..."

There was a memory in Mel's eyes in the empty reception room.

Once upon a time, that shy girl also grew up to be one of the empire's highest Trefary.

At the same time, she tapped a few times on her bracelet, and a message was quickly sent out.

Bilgewater, not far from Piltover.

Seraphine, who was listening to Ziben's report on her earnings, paused, and her eyes quickly returned to their former expressions.

Now she is a little less youthful and a little more mature than she who just met Ryan a few years ago.

The long pink wavy hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall. She was wearing a fitted white mage robe, and her sapphire-like eyes blinked slightly.

After Ziben's report was completed, she interjected and asked:

"Who is in charge of our trade over Ionia?"

"Ionia?" Ziben looked slightly stunned, "Teacher, we have no trade there."

"Then she has it now, you can find someone to arrange it." Seraphine smiled slightly.

"Okay! Teacher, what kind of trade is it?" Ziben asked while recording.

"Arms trade." Seraphine sighed.

"Ah? Arms!?"

"Get ready, someone will contact you later, I'm going to meditate."

Make a big tyrant. Seraphine's voice fell, and her figure turned into pink foam and disappeared without a trace.

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