I'm in Demacia, I just became a mage

There is also a door at the end of the tomb, which was also bombarded open, and it seems to lead to the deeper part of the ruins.

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At the same time, the night sky outside is as clear as a pitch-black curtain, dotted with stars like broken diamonds, and the bright first-quarter moon and numerous alchemy lamps are reflected on the mirror-like sea.

This is a port belonging to the Gilaman family in Piltover facing the Sea of ​​Conqueror, and the huge armed merchant ships docked at the pier are being loaded with goods in full swing.

"Ionian silk, ready. Where's the mechanical clock? Come on, move it up. There's also Mr. Holmes' letter package, so don't get dirty."

A well-dressed middle-aged man was using a monocle to carefully check the quantity and category on the manifest. He glanced at the laborer's hand and frowned slightly.

Then he walked over and took the letter package that Levi's was going to send to Demacia: "Forget it, I'll get it, you go and move other things.".

This scene has been busy until nine o'clock in the evening,

"Okay, everyone has worked hard, go to the tavern and have a drink, I'll treat you!" The middle-aged man looked around and waved his hands, smiling quite complacently.

This is the first time he has been entrusted as the deputy of the person in charge of the ocean-going fleet.

And more importantly, this is a trade to Demacia, which is very important to the Gilaman family. He is very clear about what it means to appoint himself as the deputy of the fleet talker in such a trade.

It means that the future is boundless.

The laborers suddenly cheered, shouting: "May the generous Mr. Vick be healthy and blessed."

After the cheers, the laborers left the port, and some crew members of the Gilaman family stayed in the fleet. Vik attached great importance to the hard-won position, and he was going to work an extra hour before going home to rest.

He took the manifest and boarded the main ship of the caravan, Catheranda, and led people to count the warehouses. Of course, it was impossible to check them all. He just checked a sample, and finally came to the warehouse that the owner emphasized was very important.

The warehouse was empty save for a small parcel, which was said to be reserved for Mr. Watson Holmes, the greatest force in initiating this trade.

Vic entered the warehouse and glanced at it casually, and then found that there was actually a laborer inside.

He immediately frowned and reprimanded angrily: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

The worker squatted next to the package containing the letter, and turned his head to look over after hearing the sound.

What Vic saw was a very ordinary Ionian face, but the facial muscles were controlled just right, and the most beautiful smile was always maintained.

"Who am I?" He thought for a while and replied, "An artist."

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Chapter 224 Chapter 87 Jhin: The world never gives people perfection

Artist, what the hell.Vic frowned

, sternly warned: "This is the merchant ship of the Gilaman family, no visitors are accepted, leave immediately!"

At the same time, he winked at the three crew members behind him. They immediately understood and touched the powerful crossbow at their waists.

Vic wasn't going to let this laborer who appeared here out of nowhere just leave.

This cabin is too important, if something happens to him, his future will be ruined.

Moreover, the Gilaman family's trade in Demacia is still a secret stage, and only they and Greed in the fleet know about it.

So no matter how you look at it, this strange laborer who got in by mistake must die.

"Leave? Of course, everyone will leave this world. Including me." He stood up, his tall and thin body made him look a little bit, but he didn't go out, but glanced at Vic.

"Including you, too." He said in a deep and rich voice, as if reciting a poem: "But you are very lucky, and you will leave with the most perfect posture."

He raised his hand, and Vic angrily ordered to kill him when he heard a gunshot, like the drumbeat before the beginning of a play.

Boom!

As if fired from the curtain, sinking from the stage, then the bullet pierced through the flesh, leaving behind the magic that was about to bloom.

"one."

one?What's the meaning?Vic fell in confusion, the last sound he heard in his life.

The crew watched as Vic was shot and fell to the ground—not that they were slow, but that it was too sudden and fast for anyone to react.

"kill him!"

After they reacted, they immediately raised their powerful crossbows to fight back, hum!The buzzing of the crossbow strings sounded, and the crew members breathed a sigh of relief. With such a short distance and a slightly narrow cabin, it should be a must.

However, they still pull the trigger and pull the crossbow bolts from the quiver at the same time-they will not stop firing until the enemy is completely dead.

But what was strange was that the figure in the dark cabin made some exaggerated movements, like a ball of rubber bands. At the same time, continuous gunshots rang out again, and two of the three crew members were shot and fell to the ground.

"two,"

"three,"

The last crew member who was still winding up finally saw the man, he came out of the shadows smiling, smiling under the moonlight and starlight, he was holding a strange pistol that looked like a box.

"Four."

The flesh and blood of the dead corpse bloomed like a rose, but Jhin didn't appreciate it.

If this kind of mediocre work was in the past, it could still be comforting and boring time, but now, at the moment when the beauty of the world is brewing, Jhin doesn't want to waste time in this kind of place.

As if nothing happened, he strolled into the cabin, found a small bench, turned on the alchemy lamp in the cabin, carefully unwrapped the letters, and read them one by one.

"King of Demacia personally..."

"The Grand Marshal of the Kingdom of Demacia personally..."

After reading this, Jhin frowned slightly, and then looked at the inscribed name, Li Weisi.

He thought for a moment, and showed a clear look, "It seems that our leading actor is not so easy to accept the script."

When Jin said this, he looked at the first quarter moon in the sky and smiled intoxicatedly, "It's like a ring."

"Is this... our starring fiancée? Lacus, what a beautiful name." Jhin exclaimed in surprise: "Abigail, Caitlin, Lacus, and Levi are like fate intertwined. four of them!"

"Unfortunately, Lux couldn't be there." Jhin frowned, he didn't like the appearance of such a regretful scene, but it would take more than four months or almost five months from Piltover to Demacia and back... .

While continuing to look at other letters, he murmured: "If you count the days, they should come to Piltover."

Thinking about it carefully, it has been brewing for decades, and the final chapter of Jie should be richer in meaning.

After reading all the letters, Jhin resealed them and put them back as if no one had touched them.

With a heavy heart, he walked out of the cabin, boarded the deck, looked at the fluctuating sea and the lights of the city and sighed heavily.

"The world is not always perfect."

Jhin took out Whispers while thinking: "Forget it, after Jiang Jie and Levi's theater performances are over, I will go to Demacia to make up for the shortcomings, but the plot still needs skillful design."

Bang bang bang, bang!

Quadruple rapid fire.

The four crew members who appeared on the deck suddenly collapsed in silence.

Jhin changed the bullets leisurely, and whispered to himself: "I remember that there seemed to be... 64 people on board?"

"Well, let's think of it as a skit before the opening."

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Is this really a cemetery?

Looking at the magnificent scene in front of him, Mr. K was a little bit surprised.

The hall in front of him was as big as a Noxus arena. There were not many things in it, and it looked empty and lonely. There was a huge deep well in the center, as if it could go straight to the center of the earth.

The golden emblem of Shurima floated above the well, shining like the sun.

Feeling the trajectory of the magic power... Mr. K has an ominous premonition in his heart. This premonition has also been felt in a strange Shurima ruin, and they decisively ended the expedition that time

left.

And this time...

He looked at Lukexi and his mage who were constantly bombarding the gate carved with the portrait of the god warrior in front of him. This gate seemed to be magical, and there was no way to blast it open no matter what.

He was sure what these mages were looking for.

The secret of the god warrior?Or their weapons?

If so, it is indeed attractive enough.

Or are they the ones trying to revive Shurima?

Well, Noxus will not allow the revival of Shurima.

Mr. K walked quietly to Silko's right-hand man Sevika. The two had cooperated many times and were considered familiar.

"It is said that those mages have worked with Shirko? Where did they come from?" Mr. K asked.

Sai Weika's ancestors may be sand people, with brown skin and three-dimensional facial features, but as a woman, she is not good-looking.

About 40 to [-] years old, eyes full of cruelty, plus the entire left hand has been transformed into an alchemy technology augmentation body, completely looks like a Zaunian.

She glanced at Mr. K. To her, this Mr. K was obviously more familiar than the mage named Luxie.

"I don't know, I was never there when they collaborated and talked with Silko."

Sevika said in a hoarse voice: "These Zaun mages are very weird. They seem to believe in a god who doesn't know what it is called. They never preach, but only seek to absorb those mages who have miserable life experiences."

This behavior seems familiar. Mr. K frowned and thought, isn't this the way of black roses?