-334- Zeri's Team

Ezreal's gaze, Sett naturally noticed.

He also saw his face, which was quite handsome.

Sett always thought he was handsome enough, but the blond-haired man just now was just different!

The world is truely big...

Shaking his head, Sett and Mouse walked towards the city of Piltover.

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A few minutes later, Sett cautiously spoke, "Mouse, you saw that, right?"

"Yes, boss, I saw it." Mouse swallowed nervously, answering Sett hesitantly.

The population of the city of Piltover is large, and its prosperity is incomparable to Ionia, but Mouse was not frightened by the tall buildings of Piltover. After all, growing up in the magical place of Ionia, Mouse had seen many incredible things.

Trees turning into houses by themselves, stones several meters tall moving, giant turtles serving as islands in the middle of lakes.

In Ionia, there was nothing you couldn't imagine, only things you hadn't seen yet.

Therefore, the reason Mouse was scared now was because he saw many Enforcers and their weird weapons in Piltover!

Those weapons were more powerful and terrifying than the firearms in the hands of the Noxians!

"Guests from afar, come over here to process your documents before entering Piltover."

An Enforcer saw Sett and Mouse and immediately walked over to speak.

Sett nodded and obediently followed the Enforcer.

The queue took quite some time, but Sett followed the process diligently.

"I didn't expect that there would be so many people carrying such weapons around here." Sett's eyes gleamed as he looked at the Enforcer not far away who was processing their documents.

He was carrying a dark blue long staff on his back. Sett didn't know what that weapon was called, but he knew it was a very dangerous weapon because when he was on the ship, the pirates from Bilgewater used such weapons to kill sea monsters right in front of Sett.

Could his body withstand those giant monsters in the sea? Definitely not.

Because he had seen those people use such long sticks to shoot blue "magic" through the giant monsters right in front of him, Sett was now laying low.

He was not a reckless person; on the contrary, Sett couldn't be considered very smart, but he definitely had a bit of cunning.

"Let's go and see what's going on first." Sett reached out and patted Mouse's shoulder.

"Boss, these documents are surprisingly easy to obtain, they only asked for our names and backgrounds, they didn't even verify them." Mouse muttered quietly. He had just prepared to take out his fake merchant's license.

But the other party only asked for their names and the reason for coming to the Twin Cities, and a simple answer of "merchant" solved it all?

Since documents could be forged, wasn't it just a matter of names and reasons?

Mouse always felt that the management system here was not as strict as the underground fighting arena they had in Ionia.

But what Mouse didn't know was that because many people were invited to participate in the sports festival, there was a huge influx of people in the Twin Cities every day, and the Enforcers couldn't possibly check each one as they did before, so they had to relax the system.

But that was fine; after all, no one dared to cause trouble in the Twin Cities now, not even the Noxians.

With two temporary residence permits in hand, Sett shook his head and said, "Mouse, talk less and observe more, and keep your eyes open."

"Yes, boss."

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"I almost thought I wouldn't find you, Uncle Lymere."

In the Blue Fragrance Estate, Ezreal said with a smile.

"You're right, if I had agreed to go on a business trip, you wouldn't see me now." Sitting opposite Ezreal was a middle-aged man with a graceful posture and long legs crossed. His face bore some resemblance to Ezreal's, and he was now looking at Ezreal sternly.

"I never thought that my nephew, whom I raised, would leave just a note and then disappear for several years without a word. Ezreal, is your adventure fun?" Lymere narrowed his eyes and said coldly.

The attitude of his uncle made Ezreal feel a little embarrassed.

Raising his hand sheepishly, he admitted, "I was wrong, Uncle. But you know, I'm just trying to find news of my parents."

"So, did you succeed?" Lymere asked again.

"No." Ezreal knew that his uncle was still unhappy, but he didn't mind his uncle's attitude. After all, he wasn't an ungrateful person; he was raised by Lymere.

After all, his parents were famous adventurers on the continent, and they had more experience and skills than Ezreal. How could they possibly die so easily?

Not to mention that after years of wandering in underground tombs, Ezreal had seen the Throne of Ze'Zuk and witnessed bones coming back to life. If a rookie like him could survive; how could his parents possibly be dead?

"Besides, Uncle, look what I got." Ezreal lifted his left arm, showing off a delicate bronze gauntlet to Lymere.

Lymere didn't understand and frowned, looking at Ezreal.

"Uncle, this is the gauntlet of Ze'Zuk." Ezreal said proudly.

This magical gauntlet had protected Ezreal many times and allowed him to survive in Shurima. It not only gave Ezreal the ability to teleport, but also allowed him to control powerful and violent arcane magic.

This is a weapon that can absorb magic from mages and amplify it.

It's an extraordinary weapon from prehistoric times, and it's also the most suitable weapon for Ezreal.

"You... You really found it?!" exclaimed Lymere.

He looked at Ezreal in amazement, and seeing Ezreal's proud smile, he felt happy for him.

"But Dad thought too much. Ze'Zuk indeed knows teleportation magic, and this gauntlet can also release teleportation magic, but the distance is only a few hundred meters at most in one go. Dad lied to me," sighed Ezreal.

When Ezreal was young, his father would often pick him up and smilingly tell him about his adventures on the continent and his future expedition plans.

He was going to the Lost Tomb of Shurima's Tyrant Ze'Zuk—legend has it that Ze'Zuk mastered powerful teleportation magic.

He even joked, "Ezreal, if I can master the magic Ze'Zuk possesses there, then no matter where I am, I can teleport home every day to have dinner with you."

"You and brother.." Lymere smiled and then shook his head, saying helplessly, "Forget it, I'm just happy that you're back."

"How long are you staying this time?" Lymere asked.

"Um, just a little longer?" Ezreal said.

"I know I can't keep you here," Lymere stood up, patted Ezreal on the shoulder, and said loudly, "But Ezreal, stay in the Twin Cities for a while longer, it will be of great benefit to you."

Ezreal nodded, and at that moment, he became curious.

"Uncle, what exactly happened between Piltover and Zaun in recent years? I haven't been back for a few years, and Piltover has become so unfamiliar!"

"Heh, if you keep playing outside for a few more years, it won't be Piltover that's unfamiliar to you, it will be you who's unfamiliar to Piltover!" Lymere gave Ezreal a stern look.

But he still sat back down.

Now he serves as a history professor at the Twin Cities University, specializing in celestial cartography, runic translations, and unique languages ​​from around the continent.

"Where should I start? Let me think."

"Oh, let's start with the story of Councilor Linwin and Jayce."

"Seven years ago..."

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"Now, which places have been fully constructed?"

Zevi and Viktor stood side by side behind Jayce, and Councilor Talis was bending over a screen with various characters displayed on it.

And on this screen, there was also a glowing screen in the center, with various small green dots on it.

"Skite replied on the phone that only a quarter of the projects in Shurima have been completed. To fully complete them, it will take until the end of April at least."

"Frejlord will be even more difficult. Building in the icy wilderness is more challenging than in the desert. Jack has only completed one-fifth of it now, but fortunately, there are not many places in the north that need screens to be built, so by the end of April, Jack should be able to complete it."

Jayce looked at the glowing screen in the center and then at the characters next to it. After analyzing and sorting, he said again, "The most progress is being made by the three teams led by Brian, where one-third of the Valoran continent has had screens installed."

One tribe, one country, only needs to build one large screen.

But even so, the manpower and resources required are enormous.

If Linwin hadn't stayed in the Twin Cities now, the councilors and higher-ups wouldn't have dared to make this decision.

It's worth noting that more than half of the enforcers have been sent out from the Twin Cities. If someone attacked now...

But with Linwin here, it's fine. This guy is equivalent to a city's worth of enforcers on his own.

"So, it won't be much different from the expected time, the summer event," Jayce said.

Zevi and Viktor nodded.

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Two days later, on the Constellation Avenue of Piltover.

Walking in the crowd with a look of despair, Zeri drooped her head, her eyes dull as she looked ahead.

Such a big Twin Cities, with so many people, yet I can't find three people to compete in my team?

Damn it!

Am I really that insignificant?

Although I'm not as famous as Sera and Miss Powder, I'm also outstanding, okay!

Zeri gritted her teeth and walked forward with her hands drooping.

"Can't find anyone, can't find anyone."

Muttering softly, Zeri at this moment is starting to brain storm—oh, why not try what Ekko said, recruit people from other countries to compete, instead of struggling to form a team entirely of Twin Cities residents?

In this city full of scientists, trying to find athletes to compete against monsters? It's tough!

"Why not try to recruit people from other countries...?"

"But that's not right, the athletes from other countries have already formed their teams. Where can I find people to recruit?"

Just thinking like this, Zeri's hextech phone suddenly rang.

Weakly picking up the phone, Zeri lazily leaned against a noodle shop next to her, and then said, "Hello? This is Zeri."

"Zeri, it's Lymere."

"Oh, Professor Lymere!" Zeri immediately straightened up.

This is the professor of history at the Twin Cities University, an excellent scholar. Zeri naturally had to show proper respect.

"Don't be nervous, I'm calling to ask you something."

Lymere looked at the handsome man in sportswear in front of him, who was curiously tugging at the fabric of his clothes, and smiled, "I heard you are now forming a team, right?"

"Yes, professor."

"So are you still short of people?"

"Very short! Extremely short!" Zeri nodded vigorously.

Okay, the energetic Zeri is back!

"My nephew just returned a few days ago, and he was very interested when he heard me talk about the Twin Cities Games. Now that you are recruiting, why not bring him along? How about it?"

"Of course, Professor!"

"Please tell me his name, and I'll go report to Councilor Linwin right away. He promised me that as long as I can gather enough people, he'll let me lead the team into the Twin Cities Village."

"Ezreal, Zeri, his name is Ezreal."

Half a minute later, Zeri hung up the phone and pumped her fist.

"All right!"

But just as she exclaimed, Zeri became distressed again.

Still need two more people.....

Now that Professor Lymere's nephew is coming, it's even more troublesome.

If the team isn't formed by then, then is Zeri standing Professor Lymere up?

With that in mind, Zeri quickly ran to the talent market in Piltover.

So annoying. So annoying!

There is only one way and that's using money!

I'll just hire somebody! Anybody!!!

Anyway, I, Zeri, must form the team!

"Lightning!" Snapping her fingers and jumping high, Zeri's feet emitted a green electrical glow, though it wasn't very noticeable in the sunlight.

Zeri turned into a streak of green and quickly disappeared into the Constellation Avenue.

A few minutes later, at the temporary talent market set up in Piltover for those looking for work in the Twin Cities –

Zeri tiptoed, holding up a makeshift sign.

Her hair was messy at the moment, and her windbreaker was askew, revealing her rosy, round shoulders.

"In urgent need of two people to participate in the Twin Cities Games, salary negotiable!!!"

The sign that Zeri held up read –

Twin Cities Lightning Team recruiting –

Men and women are both welcome.

Requirements: young and strong! Not afraid of injury!

Treatment: Salary negotiable, with meals and accommodation included (guaranteed to provide high-quality beds and delicious food!!!)

Zeri jumped up and down with the sign.

She really hope that someone would notice her sign!

As for treatment, salary, and so on, of course, Zeri, who is both an idol and a scientist, certainly has some money, and as for meals and accommodation, they will be provided in Twin Cities Village!

"Boss, look at that! Salary negotiable, meals and accommodation included, meals and accommodation included! She even made a guarantee!"

"Where?"

In the crowd, Sett and Mouse, who spent all their money in three days, were squeezing through here and there, looking for work!

Accustomed to spending lavishly, Sett, who came to Piltover, continued to spend lavishly.

He spent all the money he brought in three days, and that bag of coins in Ionia could support an ordinary family of five for three years, but Sett spent it all in three days!

The most annoying thing was that Sett didn't feel like it was a loss at all.

When did he become so easygoing?

Was it because the wine in Piltover was so delicious, or because the food was so tasty?

Anyway, Sett now didn't even have enough money to go back to Ionia.

The owner of the tavern saw Sett's situation and, seeing that Sett was young and strong, suggested that Sett go to the docks to find work.

So Sett came.

"The team is recruiting players, boss, she guarantees good rooms and delicious food, why don't we go? She happens to need two people."

Mouse looked at Sett expectantly.

After spending these days with the boss enjoying the good life, Mouse felt that his relationship with the boss had improved, and his courage had grown.

"Well, sure...."

Sett was about to nod, then suddenly hesitated.

"A team? A team for what?"

Suddenly Sett remembered something.

Why did he come to Piltover in the first place?

Oh, to participate in their competition!

Participate, right!