Chapter 747 Chapter745 Hilko’s Plan

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

After breakfast, Ahri discovered that Lester did not test his ability to talk to Hua'er as usual, nor did he let himself practice the skills of 'hiding ears' or 'hiding tail'. Instead, he dressed himself up himself. , the unusual behavior aroused Ahri's curiosity.

"As a reward for little Ari's industriousness and inquiring, daddy will take you out to play today. You can buy any gifts you want."

Standing behind little Ahri, Lester looked into the crystal round mirror. He always felt like he was dressing up a little angel. Just looking at his daughter's cute face made his heart melt.

"Dad~ you are so good to me~"

Ahri cheered, jumped off the high chair, hugged Lester's thigh tightly and rubbed against her, messing up Lester's hair that had not been fixed with hair accessories.

Although it has been corrected, Ahri still retains some of the predatory habits before changing. For example, he will be extremely interested in the bodies of those who have just died, and he will use his body to rub against people or things he likes. .

Generally speaking, the only person Ahri likes is Lester. Things are the orbs that grow up with Ahri. Without Lester to accompany her, Ahri will hold the orb tightly and not move an inch. Never leave the body.

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

Smiling, he picked up the coquettish Ahri and put him back on the high chair. Lester sped up the movements of his hands until he had dressed up Ahri beautifully.

Among the magic accessories given to Ahri, there is a necklace that blocks the magic aura and affects vision, which can be regarded as playing a necessary role in hiding from others.

Without the strength of a high-level mage, it would be difficult to see through the secrets under the necklace. Due to the influence of the necklace, Ahri is just a 'good-looking little girl' in the eyes of most people. This is why Lester took Ahri out. Otherwise, Ahri, who still cannot freely control the power of charm, might not let Lester carry the knife all the way.

It took a full fifteen minutes to take a carriage from Lanxun Manor to the city of Piltover, and most of the time was spent in the precious land of Lanxun Manor.

On the carriage, Lester began to think about the current situation in Piltover.

Piltover is currently divided into four social classes;

The most powerful and wealthy families are the Myrdalda family and the Philos family, which are backed by the Noxus Empire. Most of Piltover's wealth eventually flows to these two families. If there is a ranking between the two, Because of Camille, the Philos family is more noble than the Myrdalda family.

The status of the two is superior to that of the Piltover Council, and they have the right to negate certain decisions of the Piltover Council with one vote. They are the powerful people in Piltover hidden behind the scenes.

The privilege of the top chaebols lies in the ability to raise private armies in their respective estates. This is true for the spies of the Feros family and the guards of the Myrdalda family. They can use the barrel of a gun to influence the situation in Piltover and protect the family at critical moments. property, as long as there is an order, even law enforcement officials dare to kill.

At a slightly lower level are the powerful families such as the Gilaman family and the Orbigus family that have obtained parliamentary seats through technology monopoly or wealth accumulation in the conventional sense.

At the same level, it is impossible to find a congressman who has no family background and is shortlisted solely based on his own skills and abilities. If there is, he must be a collaborator who has been bribed by a certain family faction.

As for Heimerdinger, who is also a congressman, he is purely a yordle mascot who uses his own technology to invest. Apart from scientific exploration, he rarely interferes in Piltover's politics. For this reason, the Piltover congressmen Lots of respect for Heimerdinger, but not much.

In Piltover, where science is paramount, no force will reject a Yodle professor who has no desires and desires and only wants to dedicate himself to science. This is why the [School of Science and Progress] has changed its name for the third time. It was changed to [Yordle Academy] in order to give Heimerdinger enough fame and reason to stay in Piltover.

As everyone knows, when playing a business game with a group of capitalists who only care about profit, once Heimerdinger becomes an 'obstacle to progress', this group of indifferent and ruthless congressmen will only kick the distinguished Professor Yodel out of the circle and let the immortal Yoder Elderly care for Delans.

How can someone like Rambo be truly respected through their own efforts and work?

Apart from anything else, in Fidelite's scientific research circle, anyone who sees the little Rambo must stand at attention, salute, and be called "Rambo Chief Designer".

But this is Heimerdinger's own choice, and Lester has no way to interfere. No matter how bitter the fruit is, he has to pick it by himself, and he can only swallow it by himself. Of course, if Heimerdinger really encounters Waterloo, Lester will not mind. Give this stubborn yordle friend a hand again.

The third class in Piltover is some small bosses who run shops and open workshops in the upper city. Unlike the first two aristocratic classes that can really affect the development of Piltover, the third class cannot influence the development of Piltover. Any effective impact on future development is also the end of life for most Mrs. Piltover's efforts.

The fourth class is the Piltover ladies who live in pigeon cages and work for small businessmen. Most of them live on the north bank of the Sun Gate Sea Gate. A small number of down-and-out people live on the south bank. They have residence permits and are the main residents of Piltover. Form a group.

For the fourth-class Mrs. Piltover, no matter how destitute she is, she is still more decent than the Zaunites who live in the lower city with sewage and exhaust gas. And the fourth-class Mrs. Piltover is also the life of most Zaun workers. Pursue.

What's ridiculous is that most of the Feros and Myrdalda families, which Mrs. Piltover will never come into contact with in her lifetime, are just existences that can be erased at any time in her own eyes.

No wonder power is so fascinating...

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

In the carriage, little Ahri stretched out her little finger and pointed to the south of the Gate of the Sun. A gray-green waste shrouded the entire lower city, enough to turn the rain into sourness.

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

"Since he is a father, shouldn't he be better than Piltover? Just like dad is better than Ahri!"

Lester laughed and kissed the innocent Ahri. Ahri giggled and took Lester's hand and shook it around. It was so cute.

"Most fathers will fall to the ground and be unable to get up after lifting their children. Your father is the most unique in the world."

"Dad is so awesome~"

On the other side of the Hinanomon Sea Gate Bridge, Hilko sat on the edge of the severely corroded eaves, looking up at the paradise on the other side with a somewhat melancholy expression.

Fandel leaned against the wall of the building and smoked from his pipe, looking at Piltover, wondering what he was thinking.

"My mother was stopped on that beautiful bridge because she didn't have a pass, and died of illness in bed. Those guys in charge of the suspension bridge may have forgotten that they personally strangled a seriously ill woman from the ditch."

"Tell me, why do people over there enjoy the sunshine and sea breeze from birth, while people here can only live in stinking ditches and enjoy poverty and illness?"

Fandel exhaled a puff of smoke and said indifferently.

"It's a bad fate. I didn't get a good pregnancy. There is such a large and noble birthplace opposite. I have to go through the back door to achieve my goal. What can I do if I dive into a ditch?"

After being stunned for a moment, Hilko turned around and held his stomach and laughed. Looking at Hilko like this, Fandel smiled a little more. The two laughed innocently for a long time, but fell silent at the same time.

Although this joke is funny, it is hellish enough.

On the canal channel, Noxus' warships approached the bridge. Amidst the piercing sirens, the suspension bridge of the Gate of the Sun was pulled up to make way for Noxus's warships.

The Noxian ships have always been so domineering. This was true when the Noxian Empire did not have a Holy Emperor. It is even more so now that there is a Holy Emperor.

A person's life can be glorious once, and it is not in vain.

"You're right. We really didn't get a good pregnancy. The world is so big and we have to live in the sewers. We deserve this."

Silko stared blankly at the majestic Noxian warships, his voice a little low.

"But if I don't get a good pregnancy, I'll have to suffer like this for the rest of my life... I'm not willing to accept it. Even the most powerful alchemist baron in Zaun can only offer cigarettes to those arrogant law enforcement officers and spend his whole life. He trampled countless Zaun people to death and came to power, but in the end he was still a grandson, and his life was so meaningless."

"Isn't this what we are doing now?"

Fandel came to Silko and looked expectantly at the waves pushed aside by the imperial warship.

"Zu An is used to being bullied. Someone has to stand up and yell at him to tell Pi Lao that Digou people are not easy to deal with.

We can endure the poisonous gas and the shit and shit washed up from the sewers by the uptowners, but we must understand that we are willing to endure it because we are willing to bear the worst part on our shoulders, not because we are born low and deserve to be bitched! "

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

Fandel 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 up, it will be destroyed by a cannon. Those hangmen who are watching people serve food dare not pull up the bridge?

Now the dark alleys of Zaun are scattered and filled with gangs. The alchemy barons in the industrial area are plotting against each other and will sell out the big bosses for a little money. The sewer area is fighting for rat meat. People are not like humans, and ghosts are not like ghosts.

A group of cowardly cowards can't even pee into a pot. They look so awesome, but end up with bifurcated urine all over each other. They deserve to be bullied by the gangsters! "

Taking a deep breath, Hilko turned around, no longer looking at the bustling upper city, nor at the domineering imperial warships.

At this moment, he only has the wolf fist Fandel in his eyes. With the wolf's fist and the fox's brain, he can definitely do something.

"You're right. If you want to win the respect of Pi Lao, you must first make the Zaun people stand up."

The thin Hilko's eyes flashed with determination.

"Fander, do you remember what I told you about Factory 11? I have a way to get that place, but the premise is that Factory 11 must be turned into an abandoned factory."

After Fandel knew that Hilko learned about Factory 11 from the mouth of the poisonous snake, he had always wanted to use the fluorescent lichens in the mine of Factory 11 to do some research, but Hilko did not complete his plan. Now It seems that Hilko has a new idea.

"how do you want to do it?"

After pondering for a moment, Hilko came up with a plan that could be described as vicious.

"Chemical Factory No. 12 is the territory of Alchemy Baron Lemo. It is responsible for producing plastic and sulfur products for the upper city. There are eight alchemical waste gas storage tanks in the factory. As long as more than three are blown up, it will be enough to destroy Factory No. 12 within a radius of five meters. Satonouchi became a dead place, and after most of the factories in the industrial area stopped working, it was enough to cause a major earthquake in the upper city that shook the parliament!

Three days later, a batch of detonators and nitrifying explosives for mining from Longmen will be transported to Bergun through Sun Gate. The parking time will be enough for us to move at night and steal a batch of detonators and explosives.

After blowing up Chemical Plant No. 12 and being criticized by the city, Baron Rymer Alchemy will inevitably track down the murderer under the pressure of law enforcement officers and parliament, and will not hesitate to start a baron war for this purpose.

With a little guidance, Willard, who has just taken over, will become an excellent target for Laimer. No, it should be said that even without our guidance, greedy Laimer will never let go of the opportunity to attack Willard! "

"When Willard is not strong enough, he will definitely recruit thugs from the dark alleys. Who doesn't know the name of [Wolf Fist Fandel] now?

At that time our opportunity came. With the help of Willard, we definitely have a chance to win Factory No. 11! When the time comes, Factory No. 11 and Factory No. 12 will become the main battlefield for the two alchemist barons. I think Willard will definitely be happy to leave this mess to us.

With Factory Eleven, we have the basic base, and I can reopen the factory and unearth the secrets buried underground. "

After hearing Hilko's plan, Fandel's face became unsightly.

It is true that he wants the Zaun people to gain the respect of the Piltover people. Perhaps this process will be accompanied by necessary bloodshed and sacrifice, but there is a bottom line.

Blowing up the alchemy factory has undoubtedly exceeded the bottom line of what he can accept.

On weekdays, the 'filtered' exhaust gas is enough to infect most Zaun people with diseases. If the alchemy jars are deliberately destroyed to release the poisonous gas, how many people will die by then?

"Although the method is good, I don't think it is appropriate. We have no control over how far the alchemical poison gas will spread and how much harm it will cause to innocent people. Is there no other way?"

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

Hilko sighed, his voice calm.

"Now that we have no name and no status, can you fight alone, one against ten, or twenty good ones?

If we use gentle means, I am afraid that I may not be able to survive in the dark alley in ten years. Every growth must bleed. If you want to achieve great things, you must know how to sacrifice! We must not let weakness control our will!

brother! This curse has continued since the establishment of the Gate of the Sun. It was Zaun who built the City of Progress with his life and blood. Now, if we want Zaun to go further, we must bleed! "

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

In a daze, Fandel seemed to hear countless coughs. He couldn't tell where the coughs came from. Maybe it was a child in the ditch area, or an old man on a ventilator in a dark alley, or an alchemy factory. There are workers who exchange their health and time for a little charity from factory owners.

Seeing Fandel's wavering, Hilko spoke again.

"We can do this together, Fandel. Only if we join forces can we do this. Let Piguo understand what respect means!"

After waking up from countless coughs, what Fandel saw was Piltover, which was high above. Zaun's blood was dripping, nourishing every flower on the other side of the bridge. What the flowers fed back was the sewer. The filth inside.

Then, the man's confused eyes gradually became firm, and he took hold of his brother's outstretched right hand.