๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ง ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ก๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ, ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ฆ๐๐ค๐ ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ญ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซโฆ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐ฐ๐ง๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐จ๐ง ๐๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐, ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ง๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ข๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐๐ง๐.
Rarely was he presented with easy means to do so, and even now, with someone clearly breaking the laws of topside and simultaneously likely going against a variety of other rules laid out by the Academy, Silco decided to dig even deeper.
One could never know how well connected someone was, a fact that was true both for Zaun and for the people across the bridge.
So far, things looked rather easy โ especially with how well behaved the younger man sat back down as soon as he was told, resigning to the authority he faced in these parts.
Regardless, the Industrialist didnโt believe in easy things.
Nothing was ever as simple as people made it out to be.
ย Remaining where he stood, awaiting to hear what Jayce would want to drink, every micro-reaction was carefully filed away after observing, a quiet, humorless chuckle falling from his lips at the request for wine.ย
Of course it would be wine.
Turning his back and placing his own glass back on the surface beneath the cabin, he brought forth an expensive looking Noxian flask of dark red liquid, pouring it into a crystal glass after uncorking, then handing it to the other man sitting there like a scolded school boy.
A brow lifted at the question given instead of an answer, head canting to the side as uneven eyes once again lingered on the otherโs youthful face, tempted to file him away as naive and inexperienced, but careful to not underestimate what was presented to him.
If he had learned one thing in his life, it was to read people.
And this one had potential.
Something that would either prove useful, or dangerous in the future. Maybe even both.
โWe do not lack for money,โ he replied evenly at last in agreement to the sentiment of them not needing compensation of that kind, least of all from Topside, somethingย quietly amused living somewhere in his voice as he reached for his own glass again, swaying it to let the golden liquid slosh around.
More words of doubt, insecurity oozing from every syllable as Jayce seemed desperate to hear what he was risking was worth the effort, something Silco easily could provide. Yet he let the silence linger once again, as if mulling over the same doubt and worries.
โHere is what I think of all this, Jayce.โ
Enough of all formalities, the sugarcoating thrown out the window, as Silco slowly started to walk, a leisure pace traced carefully behind the chair the other one was seated in, rounding him as he talked.
โIf you truly are able to create a device to harness magic, it will change the world. I imagine many of your esteemed colleagues at the Academy will try to intervene because they fear change. The same goes for the Council. Your path down here will seem like a nice little stroll in comparison.โ
He arrived back at his desk, placing his glass on top before leaning on the surface with both hands, fingers spread wide, uneven eyes staring intently at Jayce.
โBut they are as greedy as they are careful. And when the time comes that they recognize the immeasurable potential of your invention, when they decide to use it for their own benefitโฆโ The corner of Silcoโs mouth pulled up ever so slightly, a faint glow pulsing in his bad eye in the twilight of his office.
โWhen that day comes, I want to be the one already possessing your creation.โ
