Piltover is a prosperous and progressive city, with its strength and influence steadily rising.
It is the cultural center of Valoran, where art, craftsmanship, trade, and innovation go hand in hand. Its strength does not come from military power, but from extensive trade cooperation and thinking ahead of its time.
This city of technology is located on a cliff adjacent to Zaun, overlooking the sea. Fleets of ships pass through its massive bay entrance, laden with goods from all over the world. The wealth brought by sea trade has historically provided unprecedented impetus for the city's growth. Piltover has—and continues to—revolutionize and innovate, creating a city of wealth and dreams.
Standing on the bridge, Durin could even see the distant sea, with fleets of ships passing through the city's massive bay entrance, laden with goods from all over the world.
"Don't just stand there, we have people to meet!" Kreslin didn't stop but walked straight inside.
Following the Mage inside, Durin finally realized that the roads within Piltover were wide, flat asphalt roads, just like the highways of his previous life.
Four-wheeled vehicles appeared on the roads, and streetlights lined both sides.
He also saw traffic Enforcers dressed in red and green uniforms directing vehicles in the middle of the road.
Seeing this, Durin even wondered if he had returned to Earth; there were even some scattered flying machines in the sky, said to be gadgets created by Piltover University.
The ground was paved with white stone bricks, and the low-rise buildings looked luxurious and expensive.
Even from a distance, one could feel the magnificent beauty of the City of Progress, paved with gold cogwheels.
The rare sunlight of Zaun spilled onto the streets, people greeted each other courteously, and warmth filled the air.
The people on the streets were well-dressed, and from time to time, bards could be seen performing on the street, with children playing happily nearby.
Various perfume scents mixed and altered the original smell of the air.
The sound of pedestrians chatting and laughing was endless, but no one complained about their livelihood.
Durin was very excited, but more than that, he felt a sense of unfamiliarity.
Having stayed in Zaun for more than half a year, suddenly returning to a city so similar to the civilization of his previous life, he found it a bit difficult to adjust.
"Don't mind these superficial glamours; the ugliness of human nature is often hidden beneath suits and ties," Kreslin said.
"I actually quite like the Zaunite way of doing things: they say they'll do it, they do it; they say they'll rob, they rob, without any pretense."
"Heh heh, you're right," Durin said with a dry laugh.
However, one thing Durin noticed was that Kreslin, dressed in his Mage robes, still attracted the attention of most people, their eyes filled with surprise and reverence.
Even in Piltover, Mages were still treated like royalty!
The two arrived at a restaurant called "Star of the Harbor," a classic Piltover restaurant, specializing in desserts, seafood, and milk tea.
It was located on a tall building in the Strait District, which was the first area after entering from the bridge.
The restaurant was surrounded by clean glass on all sides, allowing diners to enjoy the magnificent sea view while eating.
When the two arrived at their reserved table, a slender and somewhat frail young man, leaning on a cane, was already waiting there.
He was standing by the railing, gazing out at the boundless sea in the distance.
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