Leaving the Jinqiao Workshop, Lester had two more gifts that cost him nothing. One was the dancing girl's music box given by Orianna Levick, and the other was the unused quartz from Colin Levick.
Prosthetic eyes.
As he said, the hard work of craftsmen can be bought with money, but the value should not be measured entirely by money. Colin and his daughter showed him the rare and valuable trust between people with practical actions, and he was willing to give his own
s return.
Like the priceless music box, what he gave is also a gift that cannot be measured by money.
Colin's craftsmanship is definitely outstanding in Piltover, but he has no chance to appear in the upper class. Leicester's energy in Piltover is enough for the Philos family to display Colin's work in Piltover.
In front of the city's dignitaries,
Thinking about the worst, even if those arrogant gear people look down on Colin's craftsmanship, the Philos family who is willing to please Lester will take care of Colin's business. How can the value of it be measured by a two million prosthetic eye?
?
Although troublesome, it is nothing more than a trivial matter to Leicester.
He didn't expect that when he took Ahri out to play this time, he would accidentally meet Orianna, who had just grown up. It was really an unexpected surprise.
With his current experience and status, he doesn't think much about Orianna herself. Contacting her in the name of a gift is just to feel sorry for the girl who became a cold doll in the background of the story. Now that he has met her, he will naturally not let her.
Tragedy happened again. After a few words of instructions, Orianna's movements had entered the eyes of the Blade of the Night.
To be honest, he doubted whether the alchemical gas leakage would happen again in the timeline he interfered with. He asked the Night Blade to pay attention to Orianna just as a precaution. It was more likely that Orianna would be there.
Piltover lived a peaceful and stable life.
However, Orianna's appearance made Leicester focus a little more on the heroes of Piltover and Zaun.
There are not many heroes in the Twin Cities, but there are only a few who deserve Lester's personal attention.
Seal B. Heimerdinger was one of them. Unfortunately, due to some strange combination of circumstances, he was unable to board the Imperial Express.
But it doesn’t matter, anyway, with the empire’s influence on Piltover, the technology developed by Datou will always become part of the empire’s scientific system. The so-called Piltover technology confidentiality agreement is useless to the Noxus Empire.
Strictly speaking, the current situation is just a less efficient use of the big head. Heimerdinger is not willing to become a scientific research manager as famous as Rambo in the empire, and is willing to serve as the Yordle Academy Director in the small Piltover.
Sir, that was Heimerdinger's own choice, not a loss to the empire.
The other two are Jace Tallis, who created the Hextech Flying Gate, and Victor, the father of mechanical ascension who is weak in flesh and blood.
Ever since it came into contact with the Philos family and found the Crystal Will, the Empire has never stopped researching the Hex Origin Crystal. The Imperial Research Institute has also considered the proposal of combining crystals with magic. Unfortunately, there are always some key elements missing during the experiment.
There is no way to completely dig out the secret of Hex Crystal Fusion Magic.
Nowadays, Hex Crystal can become part of the human body's organs, and in a sense, it can become a medicine for immortality. Unfortunately, without Jace, the soul figure, Hex Crystal has not been able to enter a broader world.
The Hextech Flying Gate that changed Runeterra is still in the theoretical stage.
As for wanting to explore the scientific process of purely mechanical life like mechanical pioneer Victor, that is even more inorganic talk.
"Now that Orianna is so old, maybe Jace and Victor have already come to this world. It is related to the development of Hex Crystal, and it is worth paying attention to...
I remember that Victor seems to have come from Zaun and is not easy to find, while Jace was adopted by the Giraman family. Otherwise, if you want to go to the Giraman family first and ask for information, you might get something unexpected."
Having made up his mind, Lester took this matter to heart, got into the carriage with Ahri, and headed to the next place he had never been before.
For him, the encounter with Orianna was just a small episode in a long life.
…
Three days later, late at night.
On the dock on the north shore of Sun Gate, which has been under martial law, the Piltover law enforcement officer controlled the Hex searchlight on the dock lighthouse to swing back and forth on the road board of the dock, turning the dock into daylight.
The loaded Mauser rifle in the hands of the law enforcement officer is enough to scare away anyone with evil intentions. Because of the importance of the Gate of the Sun, the security level of the dock is always the same as that of the aristocratic district of Piltover.
Unfortunately, when the city was first established, the Piltover sewer system leading to Zaun was destined to leave Piltover with countless holes extending in all directions. Even if law enforcement officers continued to seal the holes, with the unremitting efforts of the ratmen of Zaun
, the noble Pi City always has some secret places that people can enter and exit at will.
In a place where the law enforcement officers at the dock could not see, an old sewage drainage pipe suddenly made a soft noise, and the heavy and rotten metal baffle was moved away. Amidst the stench, Fandel and four Zaun wearing breathing masks
The Rat Man quietly jumped into the sea and boarded a private cargo ship under the cover of darkness.
There was no one standing guard on the deck. It was obvious that the lazy crew members did not care about the boating regulations, which saved the five Vandels a lot of effort.
The whole process of theft was easier than imagined.
The five people were divided into two waves. Two of them touched the cabin where the crew members slept and lit up Zaun's unique incense. As long as no one forced the gas from behind, the Zaun incense was enough to make the insomniac and dreamy crewmen sleep until they woke up naturally.
,
Fandel led two other people to find the oil-covered wooden barrel at the bottom of the cabin, pried open the barrel without ceremony, and found the explosive powder placed in the oil bag.
After the other two people also reached the warehouse, the five people started loading the goods with the waterproof leather bags they had prepared, and soon emptied three wooden barrels and two square boxes of detonators.
After loading the explosives and detonators, seeing someone looking greedily at other cargo boxes, Fandel shook his head and made a retreat gesture, obviously not allowing more trouble.
Seeing this, the greedy gangster had no choice but to give up and follow Fandel away.
Until the five Zaun ratmen left the dock from the sewers, the wise and powerful law enforcement officer did not know that something was lost under his nose. Of course, he will not know in the future, because tomorrow the cargo ship will leave the Gate of the Sun and go to Beibei.
Erguen, how much gunpowder was lost, I'm afraid the captain will only know when the ship sails to Bergun.
In an abandoned seafood factory in the Black Alley of Zaun, Fandel and Hilko checked the explosives in the leather bag together. Fandel looked a little solemn, but Hilko looked excited.
"My brother, these explosives are enough for us to do a lot of things. They are not only used to blow up chemical plants. When necessary, these explosives can also become our trump card against Piluo law enforcement officers!"
Fander shrugged.
"They have guns, and we only have these dangerous explosives. Hilko, you'd better not expect those gangsters under my command to know how to make explosive bags. Just picking out four guys who don't smoke makes me rack my brains."
.”
Hilko smiled nonchalantly.
"Don't worry, I'm good at finding people. I also know how to turn these powders into explosives. Give me a week and I'll take care of it. You can follow our plan to hide your identity and acquire the respirator.
You can still make some money sometimes.”
Seeing Hilko's confident look, Fandel also smiled, but there was some hidden worry in his smile.
Now that things have happened, he can't say anything else. After all, if you survive in the mud of Zaun, anyone with any conscience will have been eaten alive by humans. If you think about too many things, you will only do everything.
No.
In the next week, Silko found old miners in Zaun to make explosive bags, and at the same time bribed the workers of Chemical Plant No. 12 to obtain factory information. Fandel asked his men to disguise themselves and acquire black people.
The price of respirators on the market has doubled in just one week.
After making all the preparations they could, Hilko and Fandel finally started the most important part of the plan.
…
In Chemical Plant No. 12, Jimmy, a worker who was half-coerced and half-bribed by Hilko, was squatting alone in the corner of the workshop with a cigarette in his mouth. The smoke lingered near the frames of old-fashioned glasses, making the vision of the old factory employees somewhat blurry.
From time to time, the old worker's right hand touched the alchemical poison gas filter mask on his waist, and he glanced nervously at the mechanical flywheel watch on his wrist, becoming increasingly uneasy when the minute hand was beating unexpectedly.
Jimmy thought he could get through this slightly difficult time smoothly, but he didn't expect that the workshop director, who had not been to the factory for ten days and a half, suddenly walked into the production workshop, and his fellow workers had no intention of reminding him.
, just looking at his good looks with an expression of gloating.
Among the many "hard-working and dedicated" workstations, the pot-bellied workshop director saw the lazy Jimmy at a glance. His face immediately changed, and he strode towards the old factory employees with a cigar in hand.
"Jimmy, what are you doing there! Do you know it's working time now? Am I paying you to smoke here and hang out? You'd better give me an explanation. Is this how you deal with it when I'm not around?"
work!?"
The half-burned low-quality cigarette fell to the ground. In a panic, Jimmy tried to stamp out the cigarette butt with his toes. He tapped his foot in vain and was met with cold eyes. The natural pressure from the leader made his already thin body
Jimmy was more like a trembling mouse, he only dared to lower his head and stooped his waist, not daring to make unnecessary movements.
"Director, I, I... am not..."
Looking down at Jimmy, the workshop director blew out the cigar into Jimmy's face and sneered.
"What am I? Don't think that just because you have worked here for ten years and can talk to Baron Rymer, you are senior! In my eyes, you are nothing! Let me tell you! There are so many people in Zaan who want to work.
You bad boy, if you don’t want to do it, others will do it!
If I catch you this time, I will deduct half a month’s wages from you. Next time I see you slacking off during working hours, get out of here! Do you understand?”
There was a layer of smoke on his glasses, and after coughing a few times, Jimmy raised his head, but couldn't see the director's eyes, and actually felt a little relieved.
Then he lowered his head again, like a quail being stared at by an eagle.
The irrefutable attitude directly blocked all Jimmy's paths. As an ordinary worker, he had no room for bargaining. Seeing his money being deducted, his 'workmates' would only be secretly happy.
Yes, this is his daily life. For the more than one hundred copper gears given by the factory every month, and for his wife and young son who are always coughing at home to have enough to eat, he must swallow his anger and keep this hard-won job.
work.
Given his physical condition, if he were fired, he would have no choice but to go to the ditch area of Zaun to clean septic tanks or catch rats in the smelly ditches. Those who were able would go to the dark alleys to do illegal business and become gang thugs or
It's a smuggling business. If a person with a small body like him joins the underworld, he will become a corpse in the ditch area the next day.
"What? You are not convinced?"
The aggressive voice came into his ears again, and more and more sarcastic eyes were on him. Jimmy knew that now he could say a good word to beg for mercy and willingly give his deducted wages to the director. This matter would be settled.
After half a month of hard work, he could continue to stay here to support his family. But when he opened his mouth, Jimmy found that he couldn't say anything because he saw the mechanical watch his wife bought him and saw the symbol of death.
The second hand is approaching the agreed number.
Jimmy was stunned for a moment, and the guilt in his heart disappeared without a trace.
In such a rotten place, maybe it's a good thing that all the rotten people here die?
"You didn't fucking hear me talking to you, did you? Do you want to get out now?"
Wiping the lenses with his cuff, Jimmy saw half a cigarette he had dropped on the ground. He had not been able to stamp it out, and there were still sporadic flames in the cigarette butt.
"With so much money, can you spend it all before you die?"
Under the vicious gaze of the workshop director, Jimmy picked up half a cigarette, put it in his mouth again, inhaled directly to the butt of the cigarette, then opened his mouth and spit it into Hengrou's fat face,
Jimmy raised his head to meet the somewhat astonished eyes. The fat man who had just crushed him and made him breathless didn't seem that scary.
"What did you say!!? Do you dare to say it again!?"
The really angry workshop director grabbed Jimmy by the collar, but Jimmy looked at the workers who lowered their heads and didn't dare to watch the show anymore. He didn't feel sad, just ridiculous.
Turning his eyes back to the director's fierce face, Jimmy smiled.
"I said, you are greedy for so much money, you will never be able to spend it all before you die."
"boom!!!"
The moment he finished speaking, there was a deafening explosion outside the workshop. The factory seemed to shake three times, and an extremely pungent and heart-stopping smell lingered in front of the nasal cavity.
All the workers, including the workshop director, stared blankly at the yellow-green gas coming in like a tide from outside the door, and their expressions changed drastically.
When the director let him go, Jimmy, who had thrown away his cigarette butt, put on a gas mask and rushed to the door against the crowd of people who were retreating.
"I gave you my money. The remaining half month's salary is only enough to buy a lock, so I will give it to you now."
Someone finally reacted, yelled and quickly got a breathing mask.
The workshop director even used his physical advantage to push away the workers like crazy and came to the metal cabinet where the simple filter mask was placed. He just took out the key to open the lock, but found that there was an extra keyhole on the second unused keyhole of the cabinet door.
Put a lock that has never been seen before.
At this moment, hope fell into the abyss and turned into despair.
Through the deadly poisonous gas and the dull gas mask, the once funny voice became strange and cold.
"Everyone, have a good trip."
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