Hearing Camille's words, a few more thoughts appeared on Faen's face.
Although Faen was now rooted in Zaun, the main reason was that Zaun was chaotic enough and people's lives were miserable enough. So Faen only needed to do a few useful things to complete the primitive accumulation of this region and gain enough joyful emotions.
As for whether this was eating human blood steamed buns... Faen didn't think so. Because no matter what Faen got, Faen was indeed improving the living environment of Zaunites. If a corrupt official can do practical things, they might even be entrusted with important tasks, let alone Faen, whose pursuit was making people feel joy and happiness?
In contrast, because of Piltover's originally rich living environment, bringing enough joy and happiness to the people here was very difficult—or rather, the effort and the return were disproportionate.
For Zaunites, giving them a full meal, even if it was just cold water and sawdust bread as hard as a rock, could make them feel happy and grateful. While the same resources placed in Piltover, people would only think you were humiliating and torturing them.
But undeniably, Piltover still possessed huge value.
For example, now, through Camille's channels, Faen could easily determine Noxus's military dynamics.
Northwest border? That should be the part bordering Freljord. Faen recalled the chronicles related to Noxus. The incumbent emperor of Noxus, Darkwill, was considered to have wisdom and means when he was young. Although he was the youngest son of the royal family, he still ascended the throne through cooperation with the Black Rose organization.
And after this, he chose to backstab, secretly executing the leader of the Black Rose at that time, 'LeBlanc'. But times changed, and the current Darkwill was old and began to fear death. And LeBlanc appeared before him again with her youthful face, telling him that there was a wondrous method of immortality in this world. Since then, Noxus had officially entered the period of indirect rule by the Black Rose.
And LeBlanc's fundamental purpose was to collect more magic power by remotely controlling Noxus, thereby confronting Mordekaiser, who could break free from the death realm of the spirit realm at any time.
In memory, the war between Noxus and Freljord was essentially a war launched by LeBlanc to search for the power of True Ice magic. However, on the surface, this was disguised as an invasion launched by Darkwill against Freljord in pursuit of immortality. Now that Noxus was gathering troops toward the northwest border, did it mean the main body of LeBlanc had already put the corresponding plan on the agenda?
And the material mobilization located on the northeast coast of Noxus... as expected, it's for Ionia, right?
Originating from the Placidium region of Ionia, when Faen encountered a shipwreck and accidentally came to Zaun, traces of Noxians had already appeared on the land of Ionia.
It was just that the Noxians at that time were still relatively gentle, going to the Placidium to study in the name of academic exchange. And Ionia's consistent tradition also made them accept the guests from across the sea almost completely unguarded... Now the army is gathering, if he remembered correctly, it should be Swain's legion?
Thinking this, Faen also fell into a brief silence.
As the plot engine in the background story of League of Legends, many events in Noxus directly affected many major events in Runeterra.
And most of the dominators in this were pushed by the Black Rose organization headed by LeBlanc.
While thinking, Faen knocked on the table. Under Camille's puzzled gaze on the side, a graceful and enchanting figure walked out from the shadow behind Faen.
Holding a magic wand, illusory magic flowing all over her body, draped in luxurious robes. But upon closer inspection, although the robes were made of extraordinary materials and filled with a large amount of escaping magic essence, their design was full of strangely alluring seduction.
Even saying, under the loose trench coat-like cloak, she was just wearing simple underwear. Thin fabric barely scooped the two masses of soft flesh on her chest. Under the groin, high-cut panties set off her plump buttocks to the fullest, but the tailoring guided people's sight to fall into those perfectly round, long legs.
Focusing the gaze along the tailoring of the fabric, just when it was about to fall into the secret place between those legs, the indigo half-skirt happened to block the most subtle place. Light and shadow falling seemed to cover that most secret corner. But accompanied by the swaying of the skirt between steps, shadows looming, between swayings it seemed like she would lose protection at any time. Just like a fishing line firmly hooking people's eyes, lightly tugging back and forth with the shaking of her legs, making people feel anxious while also unable to stop, just like a fish biting the hook greedy for deliciousness unable to let go for a long time.
Camille's memory was very strong. She quickly remembered this was the illusion mage who fought Faen on Piltover Avenue back then. If she remembered correctly, it seemed she was hired by House Medarda?
No, not hired... It should be the backup helping hand arranged by House Medarda's Noxian main clan.
Camille thought to herself—although she had some confidence in her own strength, Camille knew very well that a mage capable of shaping hundreds or even thousands of illusions with a wave of her hand, and capable of flashing back and forth, swapping positions among these illusions, and controlling illusions to launch magic attacks, someone who alone could rival an army of hundreds, would be an honored guest in any city-state.
Reality is not a game. If they really fought, even if Camille achieved a so-called victory, she probably wouldn't be able to determine whether what she killed was the true body or an illusion, and could only live forever in fear and worry after this, spending her days in anxiety.
But... possessing enough violence, this woman didn't need to gain trust through fawning methods.
Just like when LeBlanc first appeared, Camille clearly remembered that this guy was completely hidden in shadows from head to toe. Except for the outline of the figure letting people know it was a female, almost no information could be obtained in other aspects.
And showing off her charm and grace so deliberately like now only meant she needed to strengthen herself to get more trust and resources through similar, all means.
And in today's conference room, besides Faen being a male, who else could she show off this fawning and enchanting grace to?
Right here, piling a pair of plump soft flesh on Faen's shoulder, LeBlanc also exhaled like orchids and said softly and enchantingly: "Master, perhaps you need some insignificant advice?"