As for Lester himself, he is still very reluctant to interfere with the natural development of Runeterra.
With a lot of Runeterra [future intelligence] in hand, every intervention means that the development trajectory of the world is deviating. Perhaps a small move now will lead to undesirable results in the future. In this way
The importance and authenticity of [Future Intelligence] will be greatly reduced, until one day it will completely fail in the collapsed timeline.
Although it is just a reasonable inference and conjecture, if your own [Immortality] attribute can be extended to the [Longevity] attribute through the runes controlled by Elena, then it will be even more important to control future intelligence. If you cannot harvest enough
Without interests and values, changing the world into something completely different will be detrimental to future development.
Leicester himself can use the power of the Emerald Territory to fully support Noxus in conquering the world, but if he really does this without any preparation or plan, there will definitely be a strong rebound factor.
In the void, the protoss, the darkspawn, the badlands, or some unborn powerful beings, there will always be one or two things that Noxus and the Emerald Territory cannot resist, which will bring Noxus to a good situation.
Destroy, smash the chessboard laid out by the Emerald Territory to pieces.
Even if the trees are beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy them.
Mindlessly exposing himself and the Emerald Territory to the eyes of some terrifying supernatural creatures is not the outcome Lester wants to see.
"In this world with many extraordinary powers, striving for hegemony with the purpose of conquering the world is too risky and the gains outweigh the losses.
Even if the current power of the Emerald Territory can unify the continent of Valoran, hammer Demacia to death, and conquer the Freljord Tundra, they will be smashed to pieces by space meteorites attracted by Zoe, the curious twilight protoss, and even myself.
There may be dangers. There are too many extraordinary beings, but the mortal country has no corresponding means of resistance. It is like a dog and is slaughtered by others. This is the truest portrayal of Runeterra.
However, the current Emerald Territory should no longer have to worry too much about the mortal battlefield. Accumulating high-end combat power in obscurity and preparing some extraordinary power to deal with protoss, dark descendants or demigods is what the Emerald Territory should achieve.
The first goal is to at least counterattack the star realm and have the strength to kill the protoss. Only then can the Emerald Territory really let go and fight."
As for why we should counterattack the star realm and kill the protoss as our development goal, we can only say that men themselves don't like those guys who are aloof, arrogant and even use the Star-Forging Dragon King to make profits for themselves.
Having come to this conclusion, Lester also determined the next course of action.
"Provide Noxus with sufficient logistical supplies, provide a small amount of advanced weapons that are weaker than the Darkblood Demon Crossbow to deal with the troll troops, and send some elite support legions to join the expansion process of Noxus, as much as possible.
to avoid significantly changing the course of history.
This will not only speed up the expansion of Noxus' power, but also allow the Emerald Territory hidden behind the scenes to reap the dividends of Noxus' expansion. These matters need to be discussed with Nadarz face to face. Forget it this time, anyway.
There won't be a winner between Noxus and Howling Wind in a few years, and my Emerald Territory will be in a lot of trouble."
The carriage successfully drove out of the Immortal Fortress and removed the soundproof formation. Lester gave the coachman ten copper coins and walked up a low mountain with higher terrain and a somewhat remote location.
He opened his palms and pointed them at the sky, and an instantaneous ball of ice elemental magic shot straight into the sky, exploding hundreds of meters above the ground. The ice mist filled the air and reflected a beautiful colorful dazzle in the sunlight.
"Yes!!!"
Within a few minutes, a clear and melodious chirp came from the clouds in the sky, and Sia Silver Moon swooped down, waving her large wings that had grown again, and rushed towards the man.
When it was about to reach the ground, the silver-winged dragon bird fluttered its wings and began to slow down. It landed smoothly next to the man, lowered its slender and beautiful neck, and rubbed the man's arm.
"Good guy, you have grown up a lot~"
"Woooo~woooo~"
With a cute whimpering sound, Lester turned over and sat on the back of the dragon bird's neck.
"Let's go, Shia, let's go back to the Emerald Territory."
"嘤嘤~"
The dragon bird flapped its wings and flew high, quickly climbed into the clouds and flew quickly towards the west.
…
For half a month, Qi Ram was in a state of confusion and confusion.
He couldn't find the energy to do anything, and he found it boring to do anything. It was obvious that he couldn't work in this state. Harold had to give the lord's father-in-law a long vacation to prevent anything from happening and the lord holding a funeral for himself.
Harold has a clear understanding of his status.
Walking on the clean white stone main road, Qilam walked towards his home with his shoulders slumped.
"Lord Chiram, good day~"
"Ri...you."
"?"
"Master Chiram, morning~"
"Morning...you."
"??"
He spoke words that he didn't even understand, and responded to acquaintances who greeted him enthusiastically along the way. Under the doubtful eyes of acquaintances, the haggard man gradually moved away.
Several people looked at each other and instinctively got together.
"Tell me, Lord Chiram, is he in any trouble?"
"Oh, I had this sign twelve days ago. I was so distracted that I didn't expect it to get worse..."
"Does the lord's father-in-law also have such an expression? Do you think I can be the lord's father-in-law?"
Looking at the rough-faced middle-aged man in front of him with disdain, the other two men shook their heads.
"I don't think that's going to work. You should just teach your fat daughter how to raise a baby."
…
After inserting the key into the copper lock and turning it, Chiram opened the door and returned to his home.
"Tressley isn't here, that's right. She might have thought I went to work."
After closing the door and sitting down on the leather chair, the listless Chiram casually picked up a hand-bound book on the long hardcover nanmu table.
He recognized it as Trishley's clothing design manual, a treasure that he always carried with him and never showed to himself.
"Did you forget to bring it? Do you want to send it to her?"
After flipping through the manual for a few times, Qiram found a few pages of clothing styles that he had never seen before in the first half of the manual. After spending a long time with Ms. Trisili, the seamstress who runs the tailoring shop, the man's ability to appreciate clothing has also improved.
Quite a few.
Open the three deliberately folded pages and unfold the first slightly yellowed page.
The lines of the charcoal pen outline the clothes with great characteristics. At first glance, they feel beautiful and handsome. The design style that fits the body is eye-catching. The elegant and simple clothes are the clothes of an aristocratic man.
The overall dress is based on simple black color, and the length of the dress is below the hip line. However, the lapel and three pockets look a bit nondescript, especially the large blank space exposed by the lapel. Chiram always feels that something important is missing in that place.
Especially when Trishley deliberately drew a question mark on the blank space of the collar, Chiram felt that her judgment was correct.
The sound of the door lock turning sounded, and Chiram quickly closed the page and raised his head.
Tracey walked in the door, seeming a little surprised that the man was back home now.
