Chapter 484 Camille's Warning

"It's been a long time since we last met."

Irelia looked towards Camille, her voice full of reminiscence.

Camille looked back with her hex blue eyes, but her tone was full of contempt:

"Irelia, it's been a few years since we last met. But you used to be like a sharp sword, but now it seems to be broken."

Before the Empire was taken over by Trifari, Camille was employed by the Empire to fight on the battlefield of Ionia.

Fighting Ionia, it is inevitable to deal with this person in front of you.

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

"The sword is broken, what can I rely on to protect my homeland? Rely on your ideals, or that unrealistic fantasy?"

Camille showed no mercy and mocked the other party bluntly.

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

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

Their war, my prosperity.

This point will never change from the beginning.

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

"Resistance without knowing one's own strength will only drag you and your homeland into hell." Camille shook her head.

"I would rather die than be free!"

After leaving the last sentence, Irelia left without looking back.

There is nothing to say between her and Camille.

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

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

Return peace and tranquility to Ionia.

Looking at Irelia's disappearing back, Camille's eyes flashed with pity.

Mel, who had listened to the whole thing, sighed:

"She is indeed a determined woman."

"She is determined, but she doesn't know how to follow the trend. Then in the end, she can only be broken into pieces."

Camille stood up calmly, with indifference in her voice:

"There is a great commander in charge of the overall situation in Ionia. My experience will be in Shurima, and the same goes for you and Piltover."

Mel's mouth corners slightly raised, and she bowed her head respectfully and apologized humbly:

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

She knew that Camille was warning herself, meaning that such self-assertion could only be done once.

Mel didn't think there was anything wrong with what she did this time. Almost all the weapons for this war could be provided by Piltover's military factories, and she had no reason to refuse.

The neighboring Zaun is thriving with the help of the empire, and recently reached a series of cooperation with Bilgewater. The future development speed can only be faster and faster.

If they want to keep up with the times, they can only find a fast development path of their own.

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

"Possibility of improvement? Selling more weapons won't bring us a qualitative leap. In comparison, if your young man changes his mind, there is a lot of room for improvement." Camille shook her head slightly.

"His thoughts are still deeply influenced by the Piltover Academy. He thinks that people's livelihood and peace are far better than war."

Meir chuckled and continued:

"But he is not opposed to 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 mean."

Camille turned her head to Mel, her voice was light but firm:

"Don't use Mirdalda's war theory to govern Piltover. You have been in Piltover for so long, you should know what this place can provide to the empire."

"Meir Mirdal, you have enough talent to make Piltover better, but don't let your subconscious from your mother and family take the lead because of the strength of the empire." Camille's words were full of admonition.

In the absence of her time management, Mel is undoubtedly the best manager of Piltover now, and she doesn't want Mel to lead Piltover astray.

Mel was shocked when she heard Camille's words.

She naturally understood what Camille meant. Piltover has never been famous for its military industry.

The reason why the weapons were well made in the past was because of the factories in Zaun, not because of their own work.

On the contrary, they have made a lot of innovations in some daily mechanical inventions.

"I understand, Ms. Camille."

Mel bowed slightly:

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

Camille just nodded slightly, and then continued:

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

"I will arrange it."

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Mel nodded seriously, standing beside the tall Camille, she posed like a personal secretary.

Camille walked out and said calmly:

"After the war escalates, the weapons they need on both sides will increase. 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 weapons sales on the other side." Meier frowned.

"Seraphone was once the lady of Piltover."

Camille just mentioned it lightly and left the reception room.

To be precise, they are not just two councilors in Piltover.

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

"Lady Seraphine?"

In the empty reception room, Meier's eyes were filled with memories.

Once upon a time, that shy girl also grew up to be one of the Supreme Trifarians of the Empire.

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

Bilgewater, not far from Piltover.

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

Compared to when she first met Ryan a few years ago, she is now less immature and more mature.

Her long pink wavy hair falls to her waist like a waterfall, and she wears a fitted white wizard robe. Her sapphire eyes blink slightly.

After Ziben finished his report, she asked:

"Who is responsible for our trade in Ionia?"

"Ionia?" Ziben was slightly stunned, "Teacher, we don't have trade there."

"Well, 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!?"

"Prepare well, someone will contact you later, I'm going to meditate."

After Seraphine finished speaking, her figure turned into pink foam and disappeared.