Battle of the Twin Cities: The Ninth Councilor

Chapter 158 The Lobbyist
"Senator Mel?"

Marcus opened the door and saw Mel standing outside with his assistant Elora. He couldn't help being a little surprised: "What brought you here? And...it's still so late?"

Normally, when Mel wanted to find him, he would only go to the Law Enforcement Bureau and never come to his home.

But today...

"Look at your clothes. You attended a banquet not long ago?" Marcus took advantage of the sideways sideways to let the two of them enter the room. When he was wrong, he looked at Mel and found that the other party was wearing a gorgeous dress with a high slit. .

"I just went to see a stage play." Mel glanced at Marcus's room: "As a major shareholder of Hextech and concurrently the sheriff of the Piltover Law Enforcement Bureau, how can you live in such a humble place?"

"I'm used to it." Marcos pointed to the coffee table and invited Mel to sit down, and poured her a cup of cold tea: "Do you also like to watch stage plays?"

"I can't say I like watching it." Mel shrugged. "When communicating with nobles, there must be some common language. The stage play is a good choice. What about you? Does Sergeant Marcus usually have any hobbies for entertainment?"

"Me?" Marcus shook his head: "No."

"Why don't you try a stage play?" Mel said: "The classic piece "Swan Lake" performed at the Zodiac Theater tonight is very good, and it is very popular among the nobles. A little contact will help you communicate with the nobles."

"I'm not interested." Marcus pouted, "The stage play is too classical, and it's difficult for me to arouse my enthusiasm because of the lack of resonance. Instead of wasting time, I might as well go to the research institute."

"Enthusiasm?" Mel looked at Marcos unexpectedly: "I thought that at our age, we would pursue more practical things, such as...innumerable golden wheels.

Making good friends with nobles will undoubtedly speed up the speed at which we can earn the Golden Wheel. "

"Me? Make friends with the nobles?" Marcus pointed at his nose, feeling extremely amused: "Mr. Mel, it's right that the nobles are queuing up to flatter me now, and I'm the one who has mastered it." People who are the lifeblood of wealth, they still have to look at my face if they want to make a lot of money! Why should I rush to make friends with them?"

"But you are single and weak, those nobles may not take you seriously." Mel pointed out: "Without strong force as a backing, no matter how much wealth you have, you will end up making wedding dresses for others. In the end it was nothing but a void."

"What do you want to say?" Marcos frowned slightly. He remembered that the two had discussed this topic not long ago, but it was just a taste at that time.

Mel made such a special trip today, and he didn't even have time to change the dress on his body. The purpose was definitely not pure!

"You are clear about Hoskar's actions. As long as there is no force behind you to deter them, this time it is Hoskar, and it will be hard to tell who it is next time." Mel seemed not to see Marcos' seriousness. Looking at the expression on his face, he continued: "Obviously, the Myrdalda family can provide you with this kind of power, as long as you pay a small price, Myrdalda... No, or half of the Noxus Empire can become Your solid backing!"

Has the Myrdalda family set their sights on Hextech?
Marcus was startled, because in the original book, the family behind Mel should have waited until the war between Noxus and Ionia ended and the political situation of the Noxus Empire changed.

Now, is this situation ahead of schedule?

"They asked you to be a lobbyist?" Marcos' face sank, and there was a hint of danger in his eyes.

"That's right." Mel sighed sadly, "As a member of the Myrdalda family, I often have no freedom to speak of."

In fact, the Myrdalda family wants more than that. The order issued in the family secret letter is to let Mel find an opportunity to seize the shares of Hex Technology and become the party with absolute control.

But Mel has ideas of her own.

Maybe if I earn a little more money, I can meet the family's military needs. Maybe they will change their minds?

"What do you think?" Marcus asked, "I mean... from your own perspective."

"I..." Mel hesitated for a moment, then bowed his head and said, "I don't want to see Picheng blood flow into rivers, you don't know how enthusiastic the Noxus Empire gang is for war, once they fail to achieve their goals this time , the next thing waiting for us is the overwhelming army and the disaster of extinction."

"So you compromised?" Marcus raised a sarcasm at the corner of his mouth: "Have you forgotten the unfair treatment you received in the family? Why should you be exiled to the Thousands of miles away? How come the wealth you worked so hard to earn ends up in the coffers of the family that has betrayed you?"

"Others respect you as one of Piltover Councilors." Marcus was aggressive, looking directly into Mel's eyes: "But in my eyes, whenever you compromise with the Myrdalda family, you are just that family tied outside It's just a dog!"

Bang!
Mel slammed his palm on the coffee table, his cold expression was full of distortion, his chest heaved violently, obviously very angry at Marcos' last unspeakable words.

"What?" Marcus continued to prod with words, "I was hit by what I said, and I became angry? There is a saying that I don't know if you have heard, it is called 'dogs rely on people's power'! It means that if a dog tied outside Without the master's power to suppress it, nothing counts!"

"By the way, is it true that without the support of that family, without the great reputation of that family, you can't do anything?"

"So you compromised with that family again and again, because you knew in your heart that you were a waste, a scum!?"

"You don't want to get rid of your current honor and the halo on your body. You are worried that your true face will be unimaginably unbearable, so you never have the idea of ​​​​resistance in your heart?"

"Enough!" Mel stood up angrily, his eyes seemed to be burning with anger.

And Marcus was sitting on a chair, half-raised his head and looked at her, his eyes were as calm as the sea, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

A few minutes later, Mel suppressed his anger, sat down again dejectedly, lowered his head and asked, "Are you... confident?"

Hearing this, Marcus laughed.

He stretched out his right hand to pinch Mel's smooth chin and raised her head, looked into her eyes and asked, "What do you think?"

"Sheriff Marcus, please respect yourself!" Elora stepped forward to intervene at this moment, trying to get Marcos to take his hand away.

Mel stopped her and held Marcus's hand instead: "Promise me, don't bring disaster to this pure land, okay?"

"Welcome to the world of freedom, Ms. Mel." Marcos withdrew his hand, did not make any promises, and started chasing guests instead.

"Although I really want to keep you here for the night, as you can see, my bed can't fit three people, so I'd better feel sorry for the two ladies...go home on your own."

Mel took a deep look at him: "You still can't trust me, can you?"

Marcus didn't answer, got up and went to open the door.

Mel took a few deep breaths, stood up and said, "Elola, let's go."

(End of this chapter)