Lone Wolf of the Freljord

Lothar punched Olaf: "Piltover doesn't have that kind of stuff, it's illegal."

"Ah" Olaf was disappointed, "This place is really a **** useless place, it's not as good as Bilgewater..."

Lothar shook his head helplessly: "Although Piltover doesn't have it, there is one underneath."

"Below" Olaf was stunned.

"There is also a city under Piltover called Zaun." Lothar pointed to the ground below, "You can easily find it by walking down the road."

"Underground City Zaun" Olaf snorted a few times, "Is it really there?"

"Really, but you're careful, Zaiana is completely different from Piltover, and in a sense, it's more chaotic than Bilgewater." Lothar took out a few golden sirens from his pocket. Put it in Olaf's hand, "Before going to Zaun, change the money into the currency here in Piltover. Don't go to Zaun to change it, you will be pitted."

"Understood!" Olaf happily dumped the Golden Kraken, happily looking for the way to Zaun.

"There really is an underground city under Piltover," Syndra asked.

"Really, but you wouldn't want to see it."

"why?"

"Zuan's pollution is very serious. Bilgewater just smells bad. Compared with Zaan, it is nothing compared to Zauan. The air in Zaan will burn your lungs when you smell it." Lothar said sternly.

Syndra's face immediately showed disgust: "Forget it, don't go there, let's go play."

"Okay, I'll take you all to have a good time today." Rosa hugged the two girls from left to right.

"Mr. Lothar, have you been here before? I feel like you are very familiar with this place." Nami asked while snuggling beside Lothar, looking curiously at the mechanical wonders on the street.

"It's really familiar... I came here once a long time ago." Lothar's face showed a memory color.

"A long time ago" Syndra looked at Lothar suspiciously. "How long? Weren't you a native of Ionia?"

"I'll tell you about my past slowly, I won't be able to finish it in a while." Lothar said to Syndra.

Syndra pouted in dissatisfaction: "You don't have a woman here, do you?"

Lothar's footsteps paused slightly and smiled, "How could it be?"

People who cannot be seen in the third chapter

A head fell to the ground.

The head of the man who fell to the ground still kept the expression he had before he was alive. There was no panic in his eyes, and he probably didn't realize that he was dead.

Camille bent down, picked up the head, and placed it on the broken neck of the corpse.

The seams were tightly closed, and no wound could be seen.

"Accurate or not, that's the difference between slaughtering and surgery." Camille whispered, and she turned to look at a girl behind her, "You have to be quick and neat, understand?"

"Yes, Ms. Camille..." The girl bowed her head.

Camille kicked her legs lightly. Her legs were very strange. There were no feet, but a pair of slender and straight razors. Just one of these legs fell off the man's head. A little bit of blood.

"As the future spy of the Philos family, you still need to sharpen." Camille sat on the chair opposite the man, slightly sideways, and wiped the blood from the scissors' legs on the precious carpet, "I will only help you. Wipe your **** this time, fail next time, and you won't have to be a spy."

"Yes..." The girl didn't dare to resist, she didn't even dare to look up at Camille's icy blue eyes.

"Very well, let's go." Camille stood up, a pair of sharp razors firmly supporting her body.

"Aren't you going to take a break?" the girl asked cautiously, "You've been…"

Camille suddenly rushed to the girl, staring straight at her.

The girl didn't dare to let out the air, the face that was so close to her was like a knife, and Camille seemed to be able to cut off her nose or ears just by blinking her eyes.

"The spy won't rest." Camille's words carried a tone of command. She pointed to the dead body sitting on the chair, and said, "Do you know why he deserved to die?"

"Because...because he tried to smuggle...Hextech..."

"Hextech, the lifeblood of Piltover, he should be doing his business quietly, but he is trying to get into areas he shouldn't touch." Camille pressed the girl's shoulders, "Remember, Piltover The city is a perfect, complex, ingenious machine, and each of us is a cog in it, what if the cog doesn’t want to be where it should be.”

"It will be... removed... replaced..."

"Useless gears have no value in existence." Camille let go, "Neither are spies who are full of rest."

"Yes! I'll go right away!" The girl didn't dare to stay in front of Camille anymore, she quickly disappeared into the room, and did what she was supposed to do.

Camille watched the girl leave in silence. She walked to the window and pushed it away. Two hook locks popped out from her waist and grabbed the roof opposite the window. Camille jumped gently and followed the hook lock. , swayed gracefully and quickly onto the roof.

Camille stood high, looking down at the city.

Piltover at night is as bright as the day, and the streets and houses are filled with never-extinguishing hex lights. This is a beauty unique to Piltover. The power of technology allows Mrs. Piltover to overcome the darkness. This is a city that never sleeps.

Piltover is such a huge, ingenious machine, and everyone is a cog in it, and so is Camille herself.

"There are still a lot of broken gears to be repaired..." Camille looked at the list in her hand and frowned.

Piltover is more restless than ever, and although the city still looks bright on the surface, Camille knows that something terrifying is happening in the city, and most people don't even realize it. .

Camille's glass-like eyes showed a few photos. All of these photos recorded **** murder scenes. The modus operandi of these murder scenes was basically the same, and it could be speculated that it was done by one person. .

Murder is rampant in Piltover.

"The Picheng guards are really becoming more and more useless." Camille thought, "I can't catch a murderer... But I can't let this guy continue to run rampant. I'll check it out..."

Camille was about to leave when the corner of her eye swept across a conspicuous building complex in the center of Leather City.

Piltover University.

"Are you going to see him..." The thought flashed through Camille's mind. "Don't go... I've said it many times... You can't go see him... It's for his own good..."

But Camille leaned over there anyway, and there was someone she really wanted to see.

"Ms. Camille." A voice suddenly sounded in Camille's ear.

Camille stopped the body that was about to fall. She held down the vacuum tube in her ear to stifle the feelings that had just arisen in her heart, and said without any waves, "I'm here."

"The master's order." The voice in the vacuum tube said.

"Stevan" Camille frowned. Her younger brother has been sitting in the position of the head of the Philos family for a long time, and rarely gives her orders directly. In fact, as the chief spy of the family, Camille is qualified Decided whether to listen to her brother.

"I'm listening," Camille said.

"An outsider entered Piltover." The vacuum tube's voice said, "It looks very much like Luo Thirty."

Camille's eyes narrowed, and for a split second, she felt the hex core in her chest that was used to replace the heart twitch violently.

"It's impossible." Camille's voice remained unchanged, still as cold as iron, "Sixty years have passed, and he can't come back."

"Four spies in the family have witnessed him one after another. He eats, drinks and plays with two unidentified people during the day, and is now living in the Oz Hotel on Spring Street. The owner orders you to take him back to the family, and he must live. ,in addition…"

Camille cut off the vacuum tube.

The hook lock on her waist shot towards the dome of a museum, and her figure was like a pair of sharp scissors, cutting through the night.

…

Nami was happily eating ice cream in her hotel room.

"The sea!" Nami was so moved that her eyes were wet, "How can there be such a delicious thing in this world!"

"Your satisfaction is the best reward for us." A maid in a velvet dress saluted Nami.

Lothar saw Syndra happily lying on the big and soft velvet bed with a smile. In order to make Syndra happy, he deliberately found one of the best hotels in Picheng to stay.

They played in Piltover all day, and Syndra showed a rare smile like a child. Lothar took a lot of golden sirens before leaving Bilgewater, and he didn't save it after switching to Piltover currency. I plan to buy Syndra and Nami whatever they like. Clothes and weird mechanical products bought all the way can fill a small warehouse, but Syndra's darkest orb can store things, so Don't worry about how to take it away.

Lothar gave the waitress some tip, and the waitress left with a big smile on her face, although she was curious as to why this rich man would bring two cloaked men into the room, but it was none of her business, as long as they didn't. Illegal and criminal, the waitress will not go to the police to the Picheng guard.

"Have you had a good time?" Lothar sat next to Nami, lifted her hood, saw that Nami still had some ice cream on her nose, wiped it down and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Yeah!" Nami nodded again and again, "I never thought there was such a city in the world! The ice cream is delicious! There are also pearl milk tea, tiramisu, mille crepe..."

"Why did you only focus on sweets?" Rosa pinched Nami's fins, and the mermaid girl smiled embarrassedly.

Syndra floated up from the bed and ripped off her cloak. The jet-black clothes on her body turned into magic and disappeared, and a dark orb poured out the clothes she bought today: "Nami, come here, I'll give it to you. Pick some nice ones."

"Ah" Nami didn't quite understand why she had to wear clothes, even mermaids didn't wear them, but she still passed by obediently while licking the ice cream.

Seeing that Syndra was trying on a pair of very **** stockings, Lothar stepped forward and touched her head: "You guys are tired after playing all day, have a good rest tonight, if you want to play tomorrow, let's continue, I still have a little bit more. Let's go out first."

"Hmm." Syndra looked up at Lothar and grabbed his sleeve, "Where are you going? I want to do it tonight...I bought some new underwear and perfume."

"I'm so tired today, take a good rest, it won't be too late to do it tomorrow night." Lothar kissed Syndra's lips, "I want to go to Zaun to find Olaf, that stupid one in case It's not good if you stab something out."

"Alright then." Syndra didn't think much about it, she was indeed a little tired from playing today, it would be better to go to bed earlier.

"Take care of her." After instructing Nami, Lothar walked out of the room.

He lied.

Of course, Lothar didn't go to Olaf. With that guy's ability, even if he offended all the people in Zuan, he should be fine.

He was trying to avoid someone.

"She should know that I'm here now, and it's not the time to see her." Thinking of her, Lothar felt a little depressed.

Lothar walked out of the back door of the hotel. He was wearing a cloak, with a slightly stooped figure, dressed like an ordinary traveler.

Lothar saw a grey figure as sharp as a knife leap onto the roof of the inn. Lothar lowered her hood and hurried away.

"Sorry... Camille... I can't see you now..." Lothar thought.

There are many people who Lothar can't see in Picheng.

There are leather city guards in police uniforms on the street all the time. They are equipped with batons or firearms flashing with a strange blue electric halo. These people are the leather city guards who maintain the security of Piltover.

Of course, Lothar is not afraid of these policemen. He is afraid of meeting some of these policemen.

"I'm really afraid of what's coming..." Lothar saw in the square not far ahead, two female Picheng guards were standing by the fountain exchanging something.

Both of them were tall and very uniquely dressed, one of them was wearing a fluffy lace dress, with some leather rings on her bare slender arms and long legs, and a beautiful gentleman's hat on her head. The shawl-colored long hair highlights her snow-white skin even more. If it wasn't for the fact that she was carrying something like a sniper rifle on her back, she wouldn't be able to tell that she was a police officer. The eldest lady would probably have more new people.

The other person is even more strange. She is slightly taller, with short pink hair and tattoos on her face. She is actually more like a street gangster than a policeman. She was wearing a tight-fitting one-piece combat uniform. Although it was inlaid with a lot of armor pieces and mechanical devices, it was still difficult to hide her bumpy figure, but the most striking thing was not the deep V neckline on her chest. The deep ravines and ravines, but her exaggeratedly large full set of hands, are obviously not decorations from the complex mechanical structure above.

The appearance of two slim young beauties standing by the fountain is still very eye-catching, but none of them dared to go up to chat with them. Outsiders are afraid of the big gun and the big set. The local people in Picheng It is simply to fear them from the bottom of my heart.

They are the best police officers in the Pied City guards.

Lothar turned his head and turned the other way. He knew who the two women were, and for some reason he couldn't meet them either.

"Just go down and avoid it..." Lothar thought, "Although there are some people in Zaun that I can't see, they shouldn't be scared away outside in the middle of the night."

Not long after Lothar left, the long-haired policewoman among the two policewomen turned her head to look in the direction where he disappeared.

"What's the matter, Xiao Kai?" the short-haired policewoman asked lazily, chewing gum.

"No...it's nothing..." The long-haired policewoman took a deep look at the direction in which Lothar disappeared, her eyes full of doubts, "That person's back... looks familiar..."

Lothar walks all the way down. Piltover is a three-dimensional city, not only in the east, west, north and west, but also up and down. It is divided layer by layer like a thousand-layer cake. Except for the ground layer, the other layers are underground.

And deep underground, the name of the city changed, no longer Piltover.

But Zaun.

Lothar walked down the steps and came to the middle floor, called the "Dance Corridor", which was the dividing line between Piltover and Zaun.

Lothar did not go any further, he could not enter Zaun, and once he did, some woman there would know that he was coming.

So Lothar stopped at the dance corridor and strolled here, intending to spend the night like this.

There are many people gathered in the dance corridor, the people who are brightly dressed are Picheng people, and the people who are dirty and have many patches are Zauan people, it is easy to distinguish.

Lothar saw a number of Pils and Zauns flocking somewhere in the dance corridor, and his ears caught a moving melody.

"Is it her..." Losar followed the melody, and in the square outside the commercial area of ​​the dance corridor, there were already many people gathered.

Usually Picheng people and Zaan people do not mix together. Picheng people think that the Zuan people are dirty and uneducated, and the Zuan people despise the Picheng people's pretense. But at this time, Picheng people and Zuan people, There are also many foreigners gathered here, and they even hug each other, like brothers and friends, swaying to and fro to the music.

And the source of the music comes from a girl.

Lothar looked at the girl from a distance and thought, "She is Seraphine..."

The fourth chapter shy singer

"Seraphine! Seraphine! Seraphine!"

Loud cheers erupted from the crowd, and they chanted the name in unison, and the sound waves and applause became more and more intense.

"Thank you! Thank you everyone!" In the center of the crowd, a girl standing on a small suspended stage held a microphone and thanked the audience.

The girl looks very beautiful, wearing a very fancy performance dress, her pale pink wavy hair can almost hang down to her ankles, even though it is late at night in the dance corridor, her presence is still like the brightest star in the night sky. Just as dazzling and dazzling, it's hard to take your eyes off her, especially after hearing her voice, which is called the sound of nature.

"Concert..." Lothar asked a nearby Zaun, "who is she?"