First, take down the Sword Demon, then save Runeterra.

Ato followed Swein into the café and sat down at a random spot.

There were some eyes watching them closely outside, probably sent by LeBlanc. Although they had successfully reached the Immortal Fortress, they were not yet completely out of danger.

"Shouldn't we find a carriage? Or would it be better to get to your residence as soon as possible?"

Swain shook his head: "Let's wait for the news to spread. I'll be truly safe when the soldiers in the camp know I'm back."

"Moreover, the Immortal Fortress is very large. It is a port outside the eastern city. My residence is in the west of the city. If I want to get there as soon as possible, a carriage is not an option."

Ato raised an eyebrow. In this technologically underdeveloped world, he was used to traveling by horse-drawn carriage. Swain's words... could it be...?

Not long after, a luxury four-wheeled car drove into the port, its body adorned with intricate emblems.

An elderly man who looked like a butler sat in the driver's seat and waved to them.

“In my spare time, I often come to this coffee shop to look at the sea. My butler knows this too. The fact that he can come here means that the military knows about it as well. Let’s go back first.”

Ato twitched the corner of his mouth. He had indeed bought a car. The Swain family truly lived up to its reputation as a hereditary noble family.

When Ato first got into the car in the other world, he felt as if he had returned to the real world.

Wait a minute, since it's a car, why don't I see any gas station-like places? Doesn't it run on gasoline?

Ator voiced his question, and Swain said, "I don't know the specific mechanism either. The Piltover scientists say it's Hextech, which is why it's called a Hextech vehicle."

"This kind of vehicle is much faster than a horse-drawn carriage and never tires. Nobles or wealthy merchants would buy one."

The Hextech car slowly started, and Ator could vaguely sense a faint magical fluctuation coming from under the car.

He remembered his savings in the sword sheath space; he had exchanged some gold and silver before, and still had about 500,000 left.

"It must have been very expensive. How much did you pay for it?"

Swain said, "It would take ten million, but for a more ordinary setup, two or three million would be enough. In the words of those scientists, this is the top-of-the-line configuration."

Ato was unable to speak.

The bounty he killed, a mage named Rodrigo, was only enough to buy one wheel of this vehicle.

To ensure the smooth passage of Hextech chariots, Noxus deliberately widened the roads of the Immortal Fortress and prohibited carriages from traveling on the main roads.

These were things Ator heard from a coachman when he first arrived at the Immortal Fortress.

Those who could afford a Hexagon were not ordinary people; horse-drawn carriages were still the only option for the general public, but they could only travel on back roads.

Noxus, which did not overthrow the imperial system, was essentially a country where the nobility reigned supreme, choosing to sacrifice the interests of the masses in order to protect the interests of a small minority.

……

LeBlanc's intelligence officer hurried through the corridors of the Immortal Bastion, arriving at a secret room. After receiving permission, he pushed open the door and entered.

"Madam, Jericho Swain has appeared at the port!"

Upon hearing this, LeBlanc immediately dropped her disguise and appeared before the intelligence officer in her true form.

She had pale skin, heavy makeup, wore a purple robe, and held an exquisite staff in her hand.

"Can you say that again."

A layer of black mist appeared around LeBlanc, making her look much more sinister.

The intelligence officer repeated what he had just said, his voice trembling.

"This is impossible!" The staff burst forth with intense light, destroying a wooden table.

“He’s long dead! Dukur showed me the situation at Presidium; it’s already been retaken by the Ionians!”

“His legions have already been assigned to Amistan and Du Coca, so why doesn’t Jericho show up if he’s still alive?”

At this point, LeBlanc glanced at the trembling intelligence officer and asked, "Where did Jericho go after he came ashore?"

"He went to his own family's residence..."

"Who else knows about this?"

"Everyone knows that he came back on a transport ship. The wounded and the guards on board all know him. The news of his return has already spread throughout the military camp."

After a brief silence, LeBlanc unleashed another energy wave, blasting the nearby bookshelf to ashes.

The intelligence officer suddenly remembered something and added in a trembling voice, "Madam, Jericho Swain is alive, but he's crippled. He's lost his left arm and is lame in one leg."

LeBlanc's complexion finally improved slightly.

“Tell Swain to summon him to the palace for a meeting tomorrow, in the name of Darkwell.

The intelligence officer, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, quickly left the room.

LeBlanc raised her staff, creating a screen of light in the air. A few minutes later, the image of Dukur appeared in the screen.

"Madam, is there something urgent that comes up so late?" Dukur was disheveled and sounded flustered.

Because the army's recent advance has been progressing normally, and no powerful beings have emerged capable of destroying warships single-handedly, Dukur has once again set his sights on the Vastayan women.

Tonight, he found a beautiful woman with feline features, and just as he was about to make love to her, he sensed something unusual about the mirror in the drawer.

In the chaos, Dukur first dismissed the Vastayan, then casually threw on some clothes, took out a mirror, and connected to LeBlanc's communication system.

LeBlanc immediately saw what Dukur had just been doing and said sarcastically, "Our commander is quite the romantic. Aren't you afraid the woman you've found is sent by the enemy to behead you?"

Knowing he was in the wrong, Dukur could only laugh awkwardly and say, "You're right, I will never make the same mistake again."

LeBlanc didn't want to hear these perfunctory words: "With the time you spend looking for women, why don't you go and check if Jericho is really dead?"

“Madam, haven’t we confirmed this multiple times?” Dukur asked, puzzled. “I reduced Jericho’s men to less than a thousand, and they were besieged by the Ionians. There’s no way he could have survived.”

"To be honest, madam, killing Jericho boosted the morale of the Ionians too much. After that battle, we faced much greater obstacles, and cults have already gotten involved."

LeBlanc looked at Dukur with amusement: "What if I told you Jericho just got back and was driving around Immortal Fortress in a Hextech SUV?"

Dukur was taken aback, then said firmly, "That's impossible!"

His reaction was exactly the same as LeBlanc's.

"Jellico was besieged by two forces, and none of the soldiers who were under his command that day returned! No matter how strong Jericho was, he couldn't possibly break through under those circumstances!"

"Heh." LeBlanc chuckled. "I'll discuss the issue of escaping from the battlefield with him tomorrow. You'd better pray that this war is won."

After saying this, LeBlanc didn't give Dukur a chance to explain and unilaterally ended the communication.