Chapter 65: Metalworking Practice of the Leader

Caitlyn thinks of herself as a lone warrior, believing that she is the only one sober while the whole world is drunk, and the only one clear while the whole world is turbid.

But who hasn’t been young and passionate?

It took 300 years for everyone to live in a daze before someone suddenly woke up and thought about changing all this filth.

Caitlin isn’t the first good person in Twin Cities history.

There have been many good people in this world.

Especially in Piltover, where civilization is progressing.

“That’s what I like about Piltover,” Heimerdinger said. “At least you’re willing to teach your children something pure and beautiful when they’re still young.”

"Unlike Noxus... Children there are sent to the battlefield from a young age, and they know nothing but burning, killing and looting all day long. Oh, it's really barbaric."

"But Piltover is different. Even in a merchant family like yours, there are always some gentle, kind, sunny and passionate children who shine like the sun."

"Because of you, I like humans."

Heimerdinger looked at Caitlyn with approval, and then sighed: "But, children will grow up eventually."

"When your mother was a child, she always liked to touch my head. When she grew up, she always liked to talk to me about her ideals. When she grew up a little more, she began to fantasize about changing the world. Later...she would just sit on the high chair in the parliament and call me Councillor Heimerdinger."

"Caitlin, you too."

Hearing this, Caitlin was completely speechless .

She finally understood why her mother was so sure that she could not convince Heimerdinger.

Because Heimerdinger is a yordle, he has lived too long and seen too much.

An immortal who has lived for hundreds or thousands of years would not get excited like a tiny human like her.

Heimerdinger had seen similar things before, and they all ended in failure without exception.

"Catlyn, go back." Heimerdinger advised with a little regret.

Although this is not the first time, he still sighs and feels sorry for every young person who appears in front of him.

"It's not your fault, kid."

"The human world...has always been like this."

Caitlin finally gave up.

It turns out that she is not special. She is just an ordinary person among the countless people who have struggled in vain over the past thousands of years.

Perhaps in a few years, she would be assimilated by the world like her mother and become the person she once hated the most.

Caitlyn despaired of herself, of Piltover, and of all humanity.

"I'm sorry to bother you."

Caitlin turned around dejectedly and walked out in a daze.

"You haven't brought your documents yet..." Heimerdinger reminded in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter. Professor, please help me throw it away."

Caitlyn left the office with a numb look on her face. Heimerdinger wanted to chase her with some sympathy, but he stopped and sighed helplessly.

She didn't know where to go or what to do.

The cold reality is right in front of us.

Her passion finally cooled down.

But... I'm so unwilling!

Is it true that this world cannot be changed?

Caitlin thought about these questions in a daze, and she didn't know where she was.

Finally, after she wandered aimlessly for a long time, an unusual noise coming from a small laboratory building in front of her suddenly woke up the lost policewoman:

"Hehehe!" A burst of hearty laughter.

Then there was a strange sound... smoke rising, metal melting, and iron blocks falling with a bang. It sounded like electric welding cutting, but much smoother and more terrifying.

"Professor Victor—"

“Your invention is amazing!”

At the same time, there were also excited cheers from the students:

"With this Hextech robotic arm, we don't have to be afraid of the Iron Fist Gang anymore!"

Iron Fist Gang?

This keyword instantly triggered Caitlin's warning radar.

She immediately forgot about her self-pity and pushed the door open with curiosity and concern.

When Caitlin pushed the door open and walked in, wearing the blue uniform of a law enforcement officer, the air in the entire room froze:

This large laboratory was almost filled with college students wearing Piltover University uniforms and Hextech badges.

That's fine, but the key is that these students have...

And they all held weapons.

There are pistols, rifles, Gatling guns, and bazookas, and the firepower looks more powerful than that of the equipment of the Piltover Enforcers.

Moreover, these weapons are not all mass-produced goods circulating on the market. Each one has a different style and shape. At first glance, they are custom-made goods handmade by professionals.

In the magical world of Runeterra, hand-made custom guns with "craftsman spirit" are much better than those soulless industrial mass-produced products.

It is no exaggeration to say that the weapons these students are holding are enough to arm a medium-sized gang.

“You, you guys…”

“What are you doing?!”

The mechanical equipment laboratory of Hextech Institute was secretly used by these students as a weapons workshop for making handmade guns and cannons!

Caitlin's mouth opened in surprise.

Then she realized that the students in front of her seemed familiar to her.

Yes, she had met most of these students at Levi’s “Business Lecture” yesterday.

"Um...your name is Lina, right?"

"Levi's sister?"

Caitlin first recognized an acquaintance:

Lina held the grenade launcher she made herself , with a very subtle expression: "Um... yes, I am Levi's sister."

"Officer Caitlin, why are you here...haha."

Caitlin didn't explain how she got here. She just wanted to know what these students were doing here:

"What do you want to do?"

“Why are they all holding guns?”

Why do students have guns? To blow up the school?

"Uh..." Caitlin's eye-catching law enforcement uniform made everyone nervous.

"Well..." Lina looked a little flustered: "We are all students majoring in Hextech Mechanical Engineering. It makes sense for the professor to let us build some mechanical equipment to practice, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" A classmate holding a Gatling gun echoed seriously, "This is the metalworking internship for our major."

Caitlin: “…”

“Do I need to make guns for internship?”

"What exactly do you want to do by quietly creating so many weapons?" Caitlin asked with great vigilance.

"Well, the public security has been a bit bad recently..." Lina racked her brains and made up a story: "So everyone wants to take advantage of the internship to make some weapons for self-defense."

"If everyone has a gun, there won't be chaos..."

Caitlin was silent again.

Then, she couldn't help but point her finger at the only adult present, Professor Victor, who looked the most embarrassed at the moment:

"What about him? Is he trying to protect himself as well?"

Victor stood out among the students.

He was wearing a mechanical exoskeleton that was obviously hastily built and looked somewhat crude and simple.

A uniquely shaped mechanical arm was temporarily welded and installed on the spine of this mechanical exoskeleton armor.

It is like a person's third hand, connected and controlled by a mechanical exoskeleton, hanging steadily behind Victor.

And there was even a faint blue light flashing on this mechanical arm...

At first glance, it is a powerful equipment installed with Hextech gems!

"What is this?" Caitlin demanded aggressively. "What is it for?"

“Um, this is…”