Battle of the Twin Cities: The Ninth Councilor

Chapter 45

Coming out of the towering gate of Stillwater Prison, Marcos saw the figure standing alone in the small port on the shore at a glance.

With the corners of his mouth curled up, he walked over calmly and stood on the boat first.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement behind him. Marcos turned around and found Catherine standing there with a complicated expression, wondering what she was thinking.

"Let's go, there are still a lot of things to do when we go back." Marcos greeted him indifferently.

Without the imaginary ridicule or imaginary reprimand, Marcos remained calm as if nothing had happened.

Catherine's face became more complicated, and she suddenly realized that Nigtim let herself follow Marcos, which might be the clearest choice.

Perhaps no law enforcement officer in the Law Enforcement Bureau can teach himself like this.

Thinking of this, Catherine moved her slender legs and stood on the boat.

"Please, send us back to Picheng." Marcus said to the skinny guy nestled in the bow.

Then he found a place in the boat to sit down, closed his eyes and meditated.

The skinny guy slid his oars, and the boat drifted slowly north to the southern port of Piltover.

Catherine took a few glances at Marcus, and stood beside him, just blocking the blazing sun.

A sweet fragrance suddenly lingered at the tip of the nose, it was the fragrance of butter.

It's really a small cake, even the smell of the body is milky and milky.

Marcus thought to himself, and then took a nap with the scent of milk during the short time the ship was sailing.

When the ship docked, Marcus woke up from the irregular shaking of the ship, but Catherine was still standing there without moving a step.

Marcus got up and disembarked without saying a word, and walked towards the city.

Catherine hurriedly followed, falling half a step behind Marcos, walking slowly step by step.

Calling a carriage at random, Marcus got into the carriage.

The coachman came over and asked, "Where are you two going?"

Catherine, who was standing at the door before getting into the car, was stunned by the question, and then looked at Marcos: "Sir, where should we go first?"

Marcus whispered an address: "Go to the parliament building."

After getting the address, the coachman said a professional term as usual: "I am happy to serve you."

When Catherine also sat down in the carriage, the carriage started at the right time, which was much more stable than the fake coachman under Shirko.

Sitting across from Marcus, Catherine asked: "Sir, what are we going to the parliament building now? Are we preparing for the trial of the four children?"

Marcus was looking at the street outside the window, and turned his head when he heard the question: "I just went to see someone. She has been eager to see me since the morning, and I just happened to have something to talk to her about."

Catherine hesitated for a moment, looking hesitant to speak.

"Just say what you want." Marcus rested his elbows on the edge of the car window, resting his fingers on his chin, in a comfortable posture.

"Hmm..." Catherine pondered for a few seconds before opening her mouth: "Sir, you seem to have been doing private business since this morning. When are you going to deal with official business?"

"Business?" Marcus chuckled, "I've been dealing with it all the time, haven't I?"

"I've been dealing with it all the time?" Catherine asked in amazement, "What kind of business is it to take care of a few children?"

Marcus shook his head: "I'm not just taking care of a few children, I'm nurturing the future."

Catherine was even more stunned. She didn't understand what Marcus meant by the future.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand now, you will understand when you mature a bit." Marcus turned his head and continued to look out the window, whispering as if talking to himself: "You are also one of them, Catherine."

Catherine didn't hear clearly, but seeing that Marcus had no desire to continue, she wisely stopped asking.

The carriage was moving slowly, and it was the time when the traffic on the street was the most, so it was not very convenient for vehicles to drive in it.

Before arriving at the parliament building, Marcos suddenly said to Catherine: "Help me with something tonight, use your identity as the daughter of a member of parliament to invite some teachers to go to Jingshui Prison to teach those children knowledge."

There is no one in the teaching industry in Marcus' network, so Catherine has to ask Catherine for help in this matter. Her mother is a member of parliament, and she knows people from all walks of life.

And the congressman's face is bigger, which is better than his candidate for deputy sheriff's face.

"I can help you get in touch with some teachers from Piltover Intermediate Academy, but..." Catherine hesitated, "Let them go to the Stillwater Prison to teach, and to teach a few children from the bottom city. I don't think anyone will agree. , even with my mother's face."

"That's right..." Marcos nodded. He had expected this situation a long time ago. The gap between the people of the upper and lower cities is like a mountain bay.

Most of the time, there is hostility between them, only the place where the two cities border is relatively peaceful.

Viktor's situation shows just how unpopular the Undertowners are in Piltover.

A dignified professor assistant, a genius inventor, because of his status as a bottom city, even a businessman with an eye for money is unwilling to support him.

If Heimerdinger hadn't taken him in, he would have been able to stay in a relatively backward place like Bottom City and find a job as a repairman in a certain shop.

"If you can invite one, it's one. In short... don't force it."

Catherine nodded: "I will try my best."

It is not as simple as talking about it to completely eliminate the gap between the two cities.

Marcos is already ready for a protracted war.

If they want to live safely in Valoran, the conflict between the two cities must be resolved, otherwise, one day in the future, the country next door full of war madness will suddenly go crazy, and this unstable situation will definitely be a drag at that time.

After a while, the council hall finally arrived.

Marcus got out of the car and walked directly to the building, leaving Catherine and the coachman behind looking at each other.

Driver: "Ma'am, the fare for this trip..."

Catherine reluctantly took out a small wallet: "I'll pay."

Although the money spent was not much, Marcos's attitude of taking it for granted made Catherine greatly discount the slight affection he had just raised.

After paying the fare, Catherine trotted all the way into the hall on the first floor of the parliament building, where Marcos asked something at the service desk.

Walking over, Marcos just thanked the lady who gave the direction.

"Coming?" Marcus glanced at her, turned his head and said, "Let's go."

For some reason, Catherine suddenly felt a fire in her heart.

He knows how to thank them after casually talking to others, and he pays the fare for him, but he doesn't say anything?

How could there be such a shameless person in this world?
third floor.

MP Meyer's office.

Secretary Elora was sitting at the door, sorting out Councilor Mel's itinerary for this afternoon.

Sensing someone approaching her while she was busy, she asked without raising her head, "Do you have an appointment?"

Marcus smiled confidently:
"no!"

(End of this chapter)