lol: Bind Syndra at the start

Jace's expression eased a little. No matter what Ryan's purpose was, at least he was showing goodwill now.

For the current chaotic Piltover, it is necessary to take external help seriously.

The dominance of his 'cheap mother-in-law' made him, a rookie who had recently switched from a scientific researcher to a member of parliament, feel overwhelmed.

Unlike those old senators who have big families behind them, his only advantages are his 'approachable' background and his control over Hextech.

But the latter two advantages are gradually disappearing over time. People will not always empathize with a powerful congressman, and technology cannot always be controlled by him.

Ryan's arrival actually happened to be when he was at his most helpless stage.

"Ionia... I've never been there, but when I was studying at Piltover University, I read many articles praising it. They called it a holy land for explorers or a gold mine hidden deep in the ocean."

Jayce searched his mind for information about Ionia.

In fact, Ionia does not communicate frequently with the outside world, and the flow of people in the most prosperous port on that lonely land is no match for any ordinary afternoon in Bilgewater.

But this is not important. This communication is not really to discuss the good of Ionia, but to express goodwill in each other's own way.

"The explorers' enthusiasm would destroy the locals' houses or ancestral tombs, and the so-called offshore gold mines would attract more merchants to go there, using all kinds of sweet talk to deceive the simple villagers into giving away those rare raw materials.

"Look... the truth of things is often not absolute; it depends on our position and perspective."

At Mel's gesture, Ryan sat in the guest seat, and then he looked at the Noxian woman, "You should know that I'm not from Noxus."

"You are not from Noxus, but you came here with the Noxians," Meier replied.

"It doesn't matter, you are a Noxian yourself after all."

"Indeed..." Mel laughed, "I was willing to persuade him to meet you because I found that my mother's control was a little too strong, and the arrival of you and that person at least tied up some of her energy.

"Even if you might have other ideas, it's better to give it a try than to do nothing."

Jace's expression relaxed a little because of Mel's words. As a "politician" who changed career path, he still had a lot to learn.

"So we can have a good chat and share some information. Your mother wants to control this city-state, and the position of the Midalda family in Noxus is precarious. Has your mother told you these things?" Ryan said directly.

"She didn't." Mel said in a serious tone, "But I can guess. Although I didn't grow up in Noxus, I will never forget who those people are, especially my mother. She is like the most ferocious steppe wolf on the plains. If there is no benefit she sees, she will not do anything unnecessary.

"And..." She hesitated for a moment, but then seemed to remember something and continued, "I have placed a spy next to Salo, and she recently told me that my mother intends to support Salo to take the throne."

Saror is one of Piltover's councilors.

At the end of the first season of Two Cities, the missile that flew towards the Piltover Senate Hall completely shattered the structure of Piltover.

Several congressmen died in the bombing, while Mel, Saro, Jess, and a black female congresswoman with a gear on her neck became survivors of the disaster.

But Salo was not as lucky as the others. The explosion did not kill him, but it killed his legs.

"She won't choose a cripple." Ryan, as a time traveler, had the most accurate 'judgment'. "If you don't cooperate with her, she has better options."

"There's no one more suitable than Salo. He's impulsive, irritable, and incompetent. Now he's disabled and desperately needs a supporter."

"But if Salo comes to power, anyone with a brain will know he's a puppet." Ryan tapped his fingers on the table. "Think about what your mother needs?"

He looked at Jace again and asked, "You should know, right? Councillor Tallis."

"...You can just call me Jace." Jace lowered his head awkwardly. "She wants war, a war against Zaun."

"So do you think war can solve the problem?"

"I didn't think so before. I even decided to let Zaun be independent." Jayce raised his head again, his eyes filled with stubbornness. "But things are different now. We can't leave the fate of Piltover to those lunatics in Zaun.

"They themselves don't know what they will do next. This time they dare to bombard the parliament hall, the next time they dare to blow the entire Piltover into ruins!"

"You're right." Ryan's agreement startled Jace. "But do you think the war you imagine is the same war that Anbessa wants? Besides, you want war for Piltover, but what about her?"

"she......"

"Controlling the armed forces means controlling Piltover. Perhaps Zaun will be destroyed in the war, but will a victorious Piltover still be Piltover? I don't see any problem with seeking peace through war.

"But you need to be careful about how you fight and what you fight for!"

Jace's face changed as he thought of many possibilities from Ryan's words.

Mel stared deeply at Ryan's smile and suddenly asked, "What about you? What's your purpose in coming here?"

"I want to make this city-state a better place." Ryan said sincerely, "My lover has almost no favorite places, but she told me not long ago that she likes it here."

"Just because of this!?" Jace obviously couldn't believe it.

"Many things are not that complicated." Ryan stood up and prepared to leave. Vladimir emphasized the principle of "too much is as bad as too little" many times.

But before leaving, he still has to use his trump card.

Amid the grim looks on Jace and Mel's faces, he slightly modified Vladimir's remarks and said them.

"You don't have much time left. The times won't say goodbye to a person before abandoning him. While you are hesitating, others are taking action, and as I see it, you are already isolated and helpless.

"It's up to you to decide whether to sit there in hesitation or to stand up and give it a try.

"As for me...my friends and I really don't have any plans against you. If you must have a reason, it can be that my friends and Anbesa are not getting along.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. As a friend, I have a message for you."

Ryan walked to the door and said to Jace and Mel:

"Don't just focus on the living, think about the dead councilors, whose descendants inherited their political legacy and have a hostile attitude towards Zaun because of the disaster.

"If you were your mother, would you choose a cripple or a younger, more easily influenced young man who wants revenge?"

Chapter 331 Mel's Decision

Ryan left Jace's office without so much as a pat on the back.

After he listed Piltover's current predicament and pointed out Anbesa's little tricks, he had completed his stage task.

The former can pierce the little fantasy in Jace and Mel's hearts and force them to face the difficulties of reality;

The latter demonstrated his own skills and abilities, while also pointing out a direction for them.

If they verify this statement after investigation, then my weight in their hearts will increase.

As for guessing wrong?

This is totally impossible. Although Ryan has not watched the entire second season, this was mentioned in the plot synopsis!

Vladimir's inference was based on analysis of past experience and current information, while Ryan's 'inference' was a bit more advanced, as he looked directly at the background story.

The sound of the wooden door closing became the last sound in the office.

Mel and Jace each sat in their own seats, remaining silent in a very similar way.

Finally...Mel broke the silence. She looked at Jace and asked, "What do you think?"

"I don't think his reasons are very convincing." If it was Jayce who was still studying at Piltover Academy two years ago, he might have been persuaded by Ryan's kindness, but now Senator Talis doesn't think anyone is a good person.

"But his deduction about my mother was accurate." Mel stood up and looked towards the corner of Jace's office.

There was a painting there that had just been taken down, which showed the scene of Jace's first participation in the parliamentary discussion.

But Mel's eyes weren't on Jace, but on the faces that no longer existed.

Everyone's descendants have the motivation to take revenge on Zaun, but there seem to be few who are capable of setting up a stall and cooperating with Anbesa to wage war.

Slowly... Mel passed by one face after another, and her eyes stopped on the last face.

Councillor Chiraman.

The family behind her is one of the most powerful families in Piltover. After hundreds of years of operation, the Kiraman family has almost monopolized the entire Piltover law enforcement system.

Mel remembered that the daughter of Councillor Chiraman was called Caitlin Chiraman. She did not inherit her father's timidity, but inherited the courage and perseverance of her mother, Councillor Chiraman.

Caitlin performed well in almost all law enforcement assessments. This outstanding ability even reduced the number of discussions that the Chiraman family was giving their own people backdoors. After all, strength can always shut up those who are not knowledgeable.

"Are you friends with Caitlin Killaman?"

Mel looked at her man.

"I...we used to have a good relationship." Jace thought of that distant time.

"I think my mother might choose her." Mel's eyes narrowed slightly. "She has the ability, the background, and most importantly, she's still young. If it were before, some people might have questioned and opposed a young person taking the position.

"But your performance has made more and more people accept young people entering parliament. She is indeed a better choice than the disabled."

"I don't think she would want to be a puppet." Jace objected. He knew Caitlin better than Mel did. The latter had a rebellious spirit, which might have come from her long-term opposition to her strong mother.

"No one wants to be a puppet. Being a puppet is the result of struggle, not the original intention... My mother conquered many generals in Noxus and led them to conquer many regions.

"Caitlin might resist, but resistance may not be effective. It's like those spinning tops being whipped by a whip. Do you think they want to spin on their own?

"And working with my mother might be the best way for her to achieve revenge."

Mel showed a vision that Jace lacked. She suddenly stood up, as if she had finally made up her mind.

"What are you going to do?" Jace asked Mel.

The latter said to him solemnly: "Don't believe any of my mother's promises. Ryan may not have good intentions, but my mother definitely does not have good intentions."

"What do you want to do?" Jace noticed something was wrong.

"My mother can no longer hold back. She has recently secretly met with several patriarchs of major families. If we just sit there and wait for death, the situation may completely get out of control.

"I plan to start with the Qilaman family and mobilize my forces to investigate this family." Mel said here and looked at Jace again, "My mother will not allow me to ruin her plan. She said that she gave up her brother for me.

"But I know that both my brother and I are just her pawns. Everything she does is solely for her own ambition. If anything happens to me, you will have to work hard to maintain the situation in Piltover.

"If... I mean, if things really reach a critical juncture, I think you can go find Ryan. The power behind him can suppress my mother, and you can seize the opportunity to gain more power."

"You can let me go." Jace tried to stop Mel.

But the latter looked at him and said, "This isn't a love game, Jace. You're more suitable for the seat of councilor than I am. You're Lady Piltover. If it comes to the end, people will definitely be more willing to trust their own people."

Her eyes gradually became firm.

"The Noxians created this mess, so let the Noxians clean it up."

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the other side.

A luxurious scarlet carriage was shaking as it drove away from Jace's office.

But their target was not Vladimir's luxurious manor in the upper class area, but Zaun, the "filthy place" that most people in Piltover were unwilling to go to.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the carriage, and the shadow extending forward seemed to indicate the danger ahead.

"Do you really want to go with me?" Ryan looked at Vladimir sitting in the carriage.

This real old money man, whose hair had the word "exquisite" written on it, did not go back to enjoy his bath and fine wine, but instead wanted to accompany me to Zaun.

"My experience is only effective when there is sufficient information. No matter how detailed the report is, it is not as good as seeing it with your own eyes."

Vladimir doesn't care about the environment of Zaun. When he plays the game of domination with the savages in the wilderness, he may not be as particular as the people of Zaun.

Lion had no reason to refuse a military advisor, so he turned the topic to Zaun. "Who do you think we should look for? The Alchemist Baron or... Jinx?"

Vladimir thought for a moment. "The former are the 'rulers' in name only, but they lack a leader who can make the final decision. We can definitely fill that void for them... As for Jinx, I'm not familiar with the name. Is there anything special about her?"

In the eyes of the local natives, this troubled girl is just an insignificant supporting role.

But Ryan sees it differently.

“I think she is the key to solving the problem, and we must find her, otherwise any agreement will not be able to withstand her next missile.

"Also... as the 'daughter' of Fandel and Silko, there's no one in Zaun with a more 'prominent' background than her."

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Chapter 332 Zuan

Zaun is a vast underground city.

Unlike Piltover, which enjoys the sunshine, Zaun, nestled at the bottom of winding ravines and canyons, is like garbage hidden in the shadows.

Ryan and Vladimir left the fancy scarlet carriage on the other side of the bridge, and then walked across the bridge like ordinary Zaun people.

The light gradually dimmed as he walked, giving Ryan the illusion that he was walking with his back to the light.

It seems that there is disordered chaos and evil ahead, and the only order is slowly moving away from oneself.

Many eyes were staring at Ryan and Vladimir. After all, even without the carriage as a backdrop, their clothing and temperament were completely different from those of the Zaun people working in the "upper city".

Vladimir didn't care about these looks. He had been a public figure in several roles and was already used to being the focus of attention.