I'm in Demacia, I just became a mage

Abigail did not suspect Levi's, not only because he had no motive to lie, but also because Stevan could really do such a thing.

Of course, going one step further, you don't need yourself to verify Levi's words, and you can't verify it yourself. Everything is left to Camille to judge.Abigail thought in her heart that her feelings for Levi's did not prevent her from making rational judgments.

"We have to tell Camille quickly." She thought for a while, pointed to the mechanical wheelchair and said to Levi, "Please help me open the storage cabinet behind the wheelchair and take out the sound transmission tube with a special mark inside. "

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At the same time, the morning sun in the early spring also illuminated the study room of the Philos family's main house, as if all the dark, evil, and greedy things that existed here were swept away.

The brief warmth and dryness enveloped it, and the aged Stevan and the still young Camille sat opposite each other at the delicate tea table by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"You should have killed her."

Sitting in the wheelchair, Stevan looked at his sister with a slightly dissatisfied tone. He said that he didn't care about human life at all. He casually propped a colander on the delicate edge of the teacup and carefully placed two squares of sugar.

He watched the tea pour with pleasure.

The sugar cube gradually melted and collapsed, the wrinkles on his face opened, and he couldn't help letting out a cheerful chuckle. The last bit of sugar left had nowhere to escape, and finally fell into the dark tea soup.

"Miss Sophia is not a problem." Camille replied.

Stevan seemed annoyed, and he waved his hand vigorously in the air.

"Not now, but what about later?"

"Sister, she cooperates with the people of Zaun. Who knows if she knows the secrets of our two business cooperation? Who can guarantee that she will not tell these secrets to those alchemy barons? Things will go wrong if you act on your will."

He didn't look at Camille, tried to hide his greedy eyes, stared at his hands and asked, "Before the house burns, it's better to blow out the sparks first, right?"

Camille frowned slightly, "I've already talked to the head of the secret service of the Abino family——"

"That's a matter between you secret agents. What I want to say is that she betrayed her own family, and she should pay with her life—"

Stevan felt that he should be impatient now, so he said impatiently, showing that he hated such behavior, showing that this was just a normal attitude and behavior towards escaping marriage.

"There will be that day."

Camille was very patient when facing the old and restless Stevan. She knew that her brother's life was like a candle in the wind.

She tried to relax her tone: "But I have agreed. Adalbert will promise to keep her out of trouble. She is under his control now."

Camille looked at Stevan leaning back in the chair, although the expression on his face was reluctant, but Camille knew that he accepted it, and he began to pick the woolen blanket on his lap.

Camille sighed slightly in her heart. From Stevan's point of view, it doesn't matter how things are resolved. The important thing is always the result.

For Stevan, my tinkering would indeed eliminate many of Piltover's problems, and he rarely considered the dilemmas behind those decisions.

Camille picked up the teacup with one hand, slipped the other hand absently to the outside of her thigh, caressing the winch of the hook line with peace of mind.

Stevan's idea cannot be said to be completely wrong.The result is naturally very good, but she pays more attention to the process of chasing.

But in fact, Stewan was not angry at Sophia Abino's escape from marriage, and even her escape from marriage was planned by Stewan.

Only he himself knows that all of this is not important to him, it is used to numb and relieve Camille's vigilance - to make the development of everything reasonable.

His goal has always been his sister's heart of Hex technology, the precious rough Hex crystal.

Stevan's greed and ruthlessness are unimaginable.

Don't say that today's Hex crystal veins are basically not qualified to be the crystal rough stone at the heart of Hex technology——

From the decades before Camille received the heart, that is, more than 100 years ago, when the monster suddenly appeared in the mine, the crystal veins controlled by the Philos family have been unable to mine the rough crystal stone that can replace the heart.

But even if it can be mined, Stevan will still focus on Camille's heart.

Not only because among the rough crystals that were mined before, the one that was made into Camille's heart was the most special, the most precious, and the most...suitable.

There is another important reason. This Hex Heart Camille has been tried for many years without any problems. Hakim's craftsmanship is indeed amazing-but he is dead.

I don't have to take risks, because Camille has already taken risks for herself. She has lived for almost 100 years, but she can't see any trace of the passage of time. This is the ticket to eternal life.

Stevan thought in his heart, let you pay for me one last time, sister, I will always remember you.

Camille observed Stevan through the dense tea mist, and found that his lips were tightly closed, as if he had made up his mind

Determined, his cheeks pale from the stress, age spots clearly visible creeping up his neck from under his silk scarf.

"Do you have anything else to do?" Camille put down her teacup.

Stevan pretended to be helpless and said, "Am I so obvious, sister?"

If it weren't for his fragile pulse, I guess he would have blushed.Camille smiled slightly, thinking in her heart.

"You're always so perceptive." Stevan smiled helplessly, and took out a folded piece of paper and a string of rosary beads from the desk drawer in the middle.

Coughing hard, he pushed the things towards Camille.

"Remember our last conversation?" he said.

"Body modification?" Camille stared at those things.

"Yes, my hope, sister. Fortunately, apart from the short-lived marriage contract of Miss Abino, there are other things in that mess." Stephen's tone showed some flaws under his excitement, but Camille Didn't find out.

"While clearing the scene we found this on one of the Baron's men."

Camille put the teacup back on the snow-white tray, and took the paper and rosary beads he handed over. She adjusted her center of gravity, and the tip of the blade pierced a few more points into the expensive carpet.

She stared at the object in her hand silently. The corners of the paper had been burnt, and the slightly green hair core was exposed on the irregular edge.

The owner of the rosary cherishes this object very much: the glass beads are rubbed so that they are smooth and smooth, as warm as jade.

"Camille."

Camille knew that Stevan only called her by her name that way when he was serious, or maybe he wanted something from himself.

She unfolded the paper, and a spicy scent from Zaun hit her, making her uncomfortable.

There are bold lines, orderly graphics, and smooth and delicate handwriting on the paper.

The craftsman's seal caught her attention, and Stevan's words just confirmed Camille's guess.

"If Nedri comes back—"

"Hakim Nedry has left." Camille blurted out subconsciously.

As the chief mechanic of the Philos family, Hakim Nedry served them for many years-it should be said that he was a lifetime.

He brought many useful inventions and creations to the Philos family, including Camille-this is his highest attainment.

Regarding Hakim Nedry and Camille, there is actually a relationship hidden in time.

They used to be lovers, even to the point where Camille wanted to elope with Hakim Nedry—it can only be said that the women of the Philos family have always been proactive and decisive.

In the end, Stevan directed and acted in a performance in which the Philos family was attacked, perhaps for power, perhaps for truth, and Camille and Stevan's father died in that performance.

He crawled in front of Camille with his face covered in blood, his false facts and words constantly reminding Camille of his responsibility to his family.

Camille finally chose her own family, and she asked Nedri to reform her.

This is the cruelest thing. The one who cut out her heart was the one who loved her the most—Hakim Nedry.

He personally transformed the person he loved most into what he is now, an artificial object supported and driven by magic and mechanical devices.

In the years that followed, the two worked together for quite a long time, close at hand but far away like two continents apart.

More than ten years ago, the elderly crystallographer finally let go. He reluctantly but resolutely went back to his hometown. Both parties knew that the other party still loved them deeply, but they also knew that they could never belong to each other.

Just like Kami's original oath: "The family is the first, I will serve faithfully, I will not be false, and I will not hide anything. For this oath, I will hold nothing back, with my spirit, body, and heart."

Camille gave everything she had to the family, and she could no longer belong to Nedri.

Since Hakim Nedry left, Camille hadn't heard from him for decades—she deliberately didn't look for it.

She knew she had lost him forever - since that night decades ago.

Time is the best soil to bury everything. This soil looks deep, but it is actually fragile.

Camille thought she was relieved of Hakim Nedry, but when Stevan said the possibility, her heart replaced by crystal still beat uncontrollably.

"Sister, you know what you have in your hand." Stevan said, "He's gone for more than ten years, maybe he came back again? Maybe he came to say goodbye for the last time? He can't let you go completely."

Stevan's words, together with these tokens, convinced Camille almost [-]% - she had been with her brother for nearly a hundred years, and she never thought that he would have such vicious thoughts towards her.

"There is already news from the crystal veins, and inferior ones can be used instead." Stevan panicked without any flaws, "Now we only need the remaining design drawings and Nedry's skillful hands."

Camille knew her brother's desire for transformation, she was thinking.

"Camille, please." Stevan looked at her.

Camille looked up at her brother.

Time showed no mercy to him who was born weak.

But his eyes, even after so many years, are still the same as his own, rippling with the azure blue of Philos's house, no matter the disease or

Even the years can not dilute.

These are the eyes of a woman who have seen what she is.

Camille sighed slightly in her heart, if it can really be transformed, that's not bad at all.

Stevan looked directly at Camille, pleadingly.

"You and I, the two of us have led this family and achieved unprecedented achievements, achievements that neither mother nor father could have dreamed of." Stevan stretched out his hand.

"If we can reproduce your augmentation, the feat—ours, Camille, will last forever. This family is the future of Piltover. We may even ensure the evolution of all of Valoran ,no doubt."

Stevan possessed the exaggerated speech skills of a qualified capitalist, and Camille knew it very well, and because he was born weak, it was difficult for him and even his parents to refuse his request.

"I'm not a spy in charge of Valoran. I might not find anything." She curled her lips, but her tone was already obvious.

It's done.Stevan breathed a sigh of relief: "But you will find it, right?"

Camille nodded and returned the drawings to him, but left the rosary behind.She wrapped the beads into a ball and stuffed them into her pocket, then turned and left the study.

"By the way, Camille? If he's alive, if you find him—"

"Same as before." Camille interrupted Stevan, not letting him talk more about the past.

"My responsibility, from beginning to end, is for the future of this family."

As soon as Camille walked out of Ferros's main house, a family courier ran over and handed over a sound transmission tube: "Madam, this is an urgent letter."

"Thank you, go do your work."