Seeing LeBlanc's face full of self-abandonment, Zeri, who originally had some resistance in her heart, felt LeBlanc's inner despair, anger, and pure will for revenge. A somewhat embarrassed look appeared on her face. Scratching her head, she said:
"Uh... I don't really hate you or anything, just a bit surprised that you suddenly appeared by Faen's side."
Zeri explained: "After all, the last time I saw you, you were still fighting Faen."
Hearing this, the self-deprecation on LeBlanc's face faded a bit, then she said peacefully: "At that time I was still deceived by fake memories, but now, I already know the truth of all this. I might still have ambitions, but under the effect of the contract, I can't do anything that harms Master's interests. And, I hope to get Master's help to complete my revenge."
Hearing LeBlanc's words, Zeri blinked, not saying much more, just scratching her head and saying: "If that's the case... I don't have much opinion either. Hmm, if I have to say, Faen is actually a good person; you don't need to force such a fawning look. I'm not very clear about other things, so let's just see Faen's decision."
Hearing this, LeBlanc, Zeri, and others looked at Faen. Suddenly receiving a "good person card", Faen's face didn't show much emotion, just spreading his hands and saying:
"I have no problem with it, of course. Hmm, as Valoran's most active warring empire, Noxus, some of LeBlanc's knowledge might be very useful for Zaun and future Piltover. Especially between city-states, some things, some subtle intelligence, can influence the direction of the entire war."
Saying this, Faen also cast his gaze at LeBlanc. Feeling Faen's gaze, LeBlanc, who had gained the trust of Zeri and others, revealed a gentle and intimate smile towards Faen. Although her clothing was still revealing, judging from the smile, it didn't have the fawning and pleasing from before, giving a feeling like she had listened to Zeri's advice and didn't want to be as fawning as before.
But in reality, it was just LeBlanc knowing she had passed Faen's test and no longer needed to be as eager to express her attitude as before.
Thinking this, LeBlanc still didn't give up any opportunity to strengthen her connection with Faen. Just in the next moment, when the attention of Zeri and others was shifted to Faen, LeBlanc playfully blinked at Faen and bit her lip lightly, seemingly whispering that what she could offer was far more than just the knowledge in her mind.
To this, Faen just revealed an expectant smile.
While Zaun was developing methodically here, on the other side—
"So, our next destination is Piltover?"
On the pitch-black ironclad ship, carrying a giant sword on her back, Riven walked towards the captain's cabin with a face full of impatience.
As one of the oldest mechanics-heavy champions in League of Legends, Riven's childhood was not beautiful. Actually, it wasn't just Riven's problem alone; Noxus, built on eternal conflict, never lacked war orphans.
Her father died in an unnamed battle; her mother died in childbirth. If it were in an ordinary world, Riven's life could be said to have foreseen a bleak future from birth. But fortunately, although Noxus didn't act human in many aspects, it was quite generous to the offspring of veterans, after all, these were their future sources of power.
Especially the royal family, which established a large number of national farms and orphanages in various cities and regions of Noxus to adopt and train these orphans. And Riven was one of them, spending her childhood in an empire-run farm at the foot of the Trevale Mountains.
Upon growing up, Riven immediately chose to enlist in the army—the best choice for Noxian youths. The reason why Noxus, despite its thousands of flaws, could still attract people of insight from all over the world was that Noxus's promotion channels were obvious. Although the old nobility could pass down nobility through bloodlines, in the end, even for military families, military exploits were the ultimate deciding factor.
Undoubtedly, Riven was a born warrior. Although young, years of hard labor made her quickly adapt to barracks life and the weight of weapons after joining the army. Beneath her seemingly frail figure, her hidden strength could even master a greatsword taller than herself. Taking the lead countless times, Riven proved her loyalty and bravery over and over again. And this loyalty and bravery also won the appreciation of Emperor Darkwill, who personally awarded her a runic black stone blade to manifest her outstanding service.
From a destitute orphan to an exemplary soldier of the empire, if Jayce is the symbol of the Piltover Dream, then Riven is the symbol of the Noxian Dream. It's just that Noxus was much more fierce than Piltover; there were also many similar competitors symbolizing the Noxian Dream. For example, Darius, who also fought his way from a bottom-level port punk to the peak of power, obtaining Noxus's highest honor in military martial force, the Hand of Noxus.
And now, arriving in the captain's cabin, the face of Riven bearing the runic giant sword was full of incomprehension. Looking at the legion commander Emistan, the girl asked straightforwardly with an unhappy face: "Why go to Piltover? Didn't we agree to go to Ionia to build our careers? Swain's Far-Sighted Legion has already started dispatching war masons to gather intelligence and build fortifications. If we can't get there quickly, the credit for that whole area will all go to that gloomy guy."
Hearing Riven's words, the woman called Emistan, wearing tight leather armor and a high ponytail, looking somewhat cold, didn't feel dissatisfied because of it. After all, Riven's bravery and belligerence were what their legion lacked the most, making her the best partner in terms of complementary advantages.
Thinking this, Emistan explained: "Be patient, Riven. It's not like you don't know, besides your bravery, the most important thing for our legion is the development of technological weapons. Remember the chem-bombs we used in the battle of Noddar?"
Hearing the legion commander's inquiry, Riven frowned slightly.
"You mean those poison gas bombs? What does this have to do with us going to Piltover? And to be honest, even in a head-on battle we could defeat Noddar. The land covered by those bombs can't even grow grass; it would be better not to use them."