-212- Jarven III and Linwin's letter
Silver and gold are the main color tones inside the room, and in this huge hall, seats have been arranged all around.
Men and women in armor are seated in their positions.
Ekko looked around and realized that the seating arrangement was likely based on status.
Just like Linwin Lorant being the Ninth Councilor, so his position would always be towards the back.
And in front of Ekko, several tens of meters away, a giant golden throne was placed.
"Are these the people sent by Piltover and Zaun to build the Hextech station and Hex Gate?"
"That man seems like a noble, very well-mannered. But that dark-skinned boy... look at him, he's looking around recklessly, very rude."
"Piltover and Zaun, they're just two small city-states, do you think they understand noble etiquette?"
Whispers circulated around, Ekko and Mos couldn't hear very clearly.
But occasionally, they caught key words, enough to guess what they were talking about.
Until a woman wearing magnificent silver shoulder armor, with beautiful golden hair and delicate war boots, entered through a nearby door, the scene finally quieted down.
"Mos from Piltover?"
"Ekko from Zaun?"
She stood beside the throne, looking at Mos and Ekko.
She was a beautiful woman, but her expression was unusually stern. Although each feature on her face could be individually described as delicate and fragile, when combined, they exuded only fortitude and dignity.
"Yes." Mos nodded.
While Ekko stood there, staring at her.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Meeting Ekko's gaze, Tianna furrowed her brow slightly, and with that frown, the authority of a marshal was released.
It was an aura even Garen would fear.
Ekko shivered, then quickly answered, "Because you look a lot like a friend of mine."
Tianna: "..."
After a few seconds of silence, Tianna slowly spoke, "Everyone, be quiet!"
"The King will be here soon."
Standing beside the throne, hand resting on the sword, Tianna's posture was straight.
Like a sword waiting to be unsheathed, anyone who saw Tianna wouldn't underestimate her because of her gender.
She was a powerful woman.
Not to mention that she was the only one in the entire hall who is armed.
It wasn't hard to guess that not only was she powerful and high-ranking, but she was also a confidante of the Emperor of Demacia.
And just when Ekko thought he might have done something wrong, a hearty laughter echoed from the door where Marshal Tiana had previously come out.
"Haha, Administrator, you're overly concerned. Although he's still very young, he understands his responsibilities. He's my excellent successor."
"Of course, your majesty." Followed by a calm male voice.
Ekko raised his head, looking expectantly towards the door.
Lux said her uncle, the Emperor, was a gentle and kind man.
Linwin also said Demacia's Emperor was an enlightened person.
And from the voice that sounded, everyone spontaneously looked towards the situation at that place. For a moment, Ekko thought of Vander.
Vander was like that in Zaun.
Kind and gentle to his people, ruthless to his enemies, the people of the alley admired and trusted him.
They watched quietly as actions unfolded by the door, much like Ekko and the others waited for Vander to speak.
Although their statuses were different, their situations were similar.
The first thing Ekko saw was a golden boot, followed by a tall middle-aged man walking out.
He had soft hair, neatly trimmed beard, gleaming golden shoulder armor, wearing thick golden battle armor.
In his hand was a golden crown encrusted with gems.
"Sorry for making you two wait, I had to attend to some matters."
Jarvan III walked straight towards the throne, standing in front of it, looking at Ekko and Mos with a smile.
Mos shook his head quickly.
Ekko also shook his head.
"Thank you for your understanding."
Sitting back on the throne, Jarvan III slowly put on the crown.
Tianna stood on Jarvan III's left, hands behind her back, head held high, silently looking down at Mos and Ekko below.
On Jarvan III's right side of the throne, a man carrying a long spear, his high ponytail revealing muscular arms, watched the two vigilantly.
And in the next moment, leaning forward, Jarvan III rested one hand on the throne handle, the other hand bent, arm resting on the throne's handle. Jarvan III's smile faded, and solemnly said, "Now, let's us begin, friends from the Twin Cities."
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Mos first explained to Jarvan III the area needed to build the Hex Gate and the limited distance of the Hextech station.
Jarvan III couldn't understand any of these special terms, but he still listened attentively to Mos's explanation.
Ekko stood quietly on the side, listening, until Mos finished speaking, at which point Ekko stepped forward.
This action immediately caught the attention of the man carrying the long spear.
"Relax, Xin Zhao."
Jarvan III also noticed the movement of the people beside him and shook his head with a smile, saying, "They are our friends."
"I have promised an alliance with the Twin Cities, so there's no need to worry that our allies will behave improperly."
"Yes."
Quickly stepping back, Xin Zhao returned to his position.
"Your Majesty, I have been tasked with delivering a letter." Ekko produced a letter.
Jarvan III spoke, "Is it from Mr. Vander or Mr. Silco?"
"No, it's from Linwin."
"Linwin? The Ninth Councilor of Piltover?" Jarvan III squinted, as if recalling something.
The next moment, he slapped his thigh, "Oh!"
"I remember now, the man who killed Sion, his name was Linwin, right?"
Ekko nodded immediately.
"Tianna."
The Marshal beside him nodded, took the letter from Ekko's hand, and then handed it to Jarvan III.
During the time Jarvan III read the letter, the hall fell silent once again.
Ekko could even hear his own breathing, and this sense of oppression lingered until Jarvan III finished reading the letter.
"Looking at it this way, the previous letter was also from him, right?"
"He's quite interesting."
Jarvan III looked at Ekko and said, "Did he tell you what the letter contains?"
Ekko shook his head.
Seeing this, Jarvan III shook his head with a smile, saying, "He's quite bold."
Tianna frowned upon hearing this.
Jarvan III propped his chin, saying to himself, "Summer has arrived, but will winter be far behind?"
Tiana was stunned by Jarvan III's words.
Winter was not a good season for Demacia.
But that didn't mean things were bad internally.
Because Demacia's land was fertile, just plant a seed in the soil, and with minimal care, abundant crops would grow.
Therefore, even in Demacia's winter, even in the poorest villages near the capital, there would be no starving people.
The only trouble with Demacia's winter was the raiders from Freljord.
"Hextech communication is indeed a good thing."
"Linwin is right. Building a Hextech station in the north can protect our people's lives and property from threats."
Ekko blinked, not understanding what Jarvan III was saying.
"Ekko, please tell Linwin that I will consider his proposal carefully, but I cannot give him an answer right now."
Seeing Ekko's confusion, Jarvan III smiled and said, "Just relay my message to Linwin. As for now, rest well. Starting tomorrow, you can begin construction."
"You can choose the location first, then inform Duke Braddock. His words represent mine."
On the side, a slightly chubby man stood up, smiling at Mos and Ekko.
Braddock smiled kindly.
Because the King had already said so, the Twin Cities were already firmly allied with Demacia.
And towards allies, Demacia would only be kind and generous.
Just like how they treated Nockmirch.
////On the Runeterra map, Nochmirch is a land between Noxus and Demacia. Probably a nameless small nation.////
This was Demacia's justice and pride.
Mos and Ekko greeted Duke Braddock.
Jarvan III continued, "Demacia will send soldiers to protect you from beasts and bandits."
Shaking the letter in his hand, Jarvan III continued, "As for this interesting man's proposal, Demacia doesn't need it for now."
Ekko below: "."
So, what did Big Bro say to the Emperor of Demacia?
Jarvan III is an enlightened and excellent emperor, and he is also the first emperor in history to intend to abolish the ban on magic.