Qingyue's voice passed through the dim streets and suddenly echoed in the dark night of the imperial capital where there were almost no people. The voice that broke the tranquility did not play a role in stopping it at first, but soon it was stopped by Duan Qing's rapidly approaching footsteps.
Li stopped in front of those people: "Hurry up, hurry up! The boss is still waiting for us in Xiangqing Bay. If the business is completed tonight, everyone will get a full set of a hot waitress...
Huh? Who are you?"
"I'm looking for someone." Duan Qing briefly answered the other party's question and reached out to his waist: "I happened to see you doing some sneaky things here, so I came here to ask... Well.
"
The hand that wanted to take out the alchemy potion came up empty. Duan Qing, who had been running rampant all night, finally remembered the current situation where all the potions in his body were destroyed when he encountered the magic absorption array in the library. This move later caused people to look up and down.
Attracting the attention of his group of men in black, there was a bit of ridicule in the laughter pointing here: "Why, are there so many peace-loving citizens in the imperial capital now? Not only do you dare to be a novice?
As an adventurer, you come to meddle in other people's business, and are you so bold that you even dare to interfere in the affairs of our Noxus Chamber of Commerce?"
"I'm sorry, I'm the one who offended you." So Duan Qing put on an apologetic face: "You are actually from the Noxus Chamber of Commerce. I really didn't expect that when I was in the small town of Entel,
I have also been taken care of by your colleagues, and I have formed an indissoluble bond with you...Drink!"
The distance between the gray robe and the black robed group quickly narrowed amidst Duan Qing's apologetic laughter, and then completely turned into a negative distance contact with the flash of an earthy yellow light. The gun appeared in Duan Qing's hand.
The elemental staff emitting white light then directed the yellow light to turn into thorns rising from the ground, piercing most of the gang members who had not yet reacted into bloody gourds: "Group thorns.
Technique!"
"He, he is a high-level magician! He ahhhh!"
"Although it is my habit to shout out the name of the move when casting a spell, I can't be bothered to do it this time."
The ground thorns turned into yellow light spread rapidly along the ground around the street with Duan Qing as the center, accompanied by Duan Qing's frowning action of waving the staff away: "And I'm in a bit of a hurry, and I don't have much time to fight with him.
You continue to spend time here."
"Able to cast so many ground thorns instantly...you, who are you?" A man in black who survived thousands of ground thorns pointed at Duan Qing who was walking slowly and exclaimed: "You, you
...We in Noxus will not let you go, don’t come here, you”
Another loud scream then rose up among the flesh and blood stone forest that had not yet disappeared. It was the shrill sound made by the only remaining survivor when his limbs were firmly pressed by the boulder, killing the only survivor.
Duan Qing, who had settled down, did not immediately pay attention to the other party's begging for mercy. Instead, he took the lead in checking the black bag that he had deliberately kept: "...it's a record."
"I seem to have seen this sign just now." I don't know whether it was because of this unsatisfactory discovery or because of fatigue, Duan Qing's frown became more intense: "It is... something from the Poole family."
"You, are you from the Poole family?" The remaining Noxian gang hurriedly shouted: "Wait, wait a minute! We are just helping to do things, just helping to do things! People from your family are now also
They are all still alive, they were just detained by us somewhere else!"
"These are not my concerns at all, so please stop your noise."
Using a thorn piercing his chest and splashing blood to stop the other party's begging for mercy, Duan Qing walked up to the living man covered in blood with an expressionless face: "Although I didn't expect to find someone related to the Poole family again in a place like this.
There are clues, but I am not a member of the Poole family. Whether you want to blackmail or kill everyone on the spot, it has nothing to do with me now..."
"Did you see a woman?" He looked at the frightened face of this living woman whose mouth began to overflow with blood, and a kind smile gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth: "The kind who wears a cloak, has purple hair, and never speaks.
"
"I... didn't... I didn't..."
"Then it's useless."
Looking at the opponent's eyes that suddenly widened, Duan Qing slowly raised his arm holding the staff, and the last shout he struggled out immediately appeared on the staff and echoed before the magic light on the staff was about to come.
The sky above the entire street became the survivor's last cry for survival: "Here, on Triumph Street! In a warehouse near the city gate! This is all the information I know! Don't kill me, don't."
Ignoring the last cry of struggle and the gushing blood, Duan Qing left the street and took one last look at the black bags scattered on the ground. As he walked in the alley, he then
He calmly dodged a group of shouting imperial guards who arrived after hearing the sound, turned around and walked in the direction of Triumph Street. This street located in the east of Redcar, the imperial capital, is also considered a tourist attraction in the city.
It is said that when the Fleur Empire was founded, it was the first place that Emperor Fleur passed by when he returned to the imperial court. Therefore, this street, which has hardly changed for thousands of years, has become well-known to tourists who come to the imperial capital.
A well-known holy place.
It was also one of the routes Duan Qing and the others took when they came to the Poole family house.
"A warehouse near the city gate, right."
Lying down on the roof of one of the houses on both sides of the street, Duan Qing murmured to himself in a low voice, while his breathless eyes kept inspecting the vicinity of one of the warehouses located in the dark night, as if
He wanted to find some unusual feeling in the silence: "You won't be taken away by the Noxus Chamber of Commerce as an ordinary member, right? You can be considered a great magician after all..."
"Now that there are no clues, we can only take one step at a time." He sighed involuntarily, and then slowly moved towards the location of the warehouse: "Although I don't know exactly where I am now.
I hope it’s better if you’re in there, or if you’re not in there…well.”
"As expected, we are still on guard."
The forward groping movement stopped in mid-air, and he shrank down near the last eaves of the warehouse. The sound of wind that was about to break through the air just now quickly disappeared along with the folding of the gray robe.
He dodged several warning glances from below: "Since there are people guarding here, it means there is really a problem."
The magical radiance generated from the body gradually surrounded the gray-robed magician, and along with it, his eyes gradually closed. The magical radiance that originally appeared golden then turned into a light color under the control of his thoughts.
The green color quietly flowed into the crack of the warehouse door with the sound of the wind no less than the night. Inside the warehouse without any lighting, a large number of people who were bundled together like goods were hoarding, and the rush was filled with panic.
The sound of breathing seemed to become more obvious with the flow of the breeze, and the faint sound of door frames slapping also appeared inside the dim warehouse with the accumulation of these green energies, and finally turned into a
A small rotating energy storm suddenly lit up in the center of the warehouse: "Fixed point casting"
"Wind Explosion!"
boom!
A giant storm that was enough to suffocate then appeared inside the warehouse, completely exploding the warehouse door that was originally closed until there was only a crack left. The wind pressure caused by the huge explosion then moved towards the building like an escaped tiger.
The surroundings of the warehouse exploded, blowing away the guards who had not yet reacted and the shattered door frames: "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"
"What's going on? Why did it explode?"
"It's wind magic! Someone used wind magic in the warehouse! But with such a powerful power... are there people at the level of great magicians among those locked up?"
"Fart! If there is such a person in the Poole family, how can it be our turn to arrest them? Get up quickly and go see what's going on!"
The guards lying around the warehouse then shouted and ordered one after another, and the group of subordinates who were blown away by the magic storm were summoned again. However, before they had the courage to rush into the building again,
In the warehouse, the "prisoners" who were originally detained there were already showing signs of escaping: "Quick! Let's go!"
"The prophecy has come true! If we don't leave now, when will we wait?"
"As long as one of us can run out and report to His Majesty the disaster that happened to us, they will definitely believe our advice!"
"Latam, you take the people and run east, and the rest of the people are close to the city gate! If there is nothing you can do, then take advantage of our delay here to temporarily escape outside the city... Huh?"
The cold breath that was incompatible with the increasingly hot weather suddenly came from the front, and then turned into a frenzy of frost that swept through most of the street. The rapidly spreading ice blue wave then roared and blew past the group of prisoners who were about to arrest them again.
The black-clothed guards stood in front of them, freezing their bodies together with their loud warnings into lifelike ice sculptures. The shocked shouts were later replaced by shouts of joy, and the prisoners who looked at these miracles in front of them then started again
Running wildly, the old man dressed as a patriarch who had given orders to the crowd then gave up the idea of continuing to block the place. The figure that drifted into the shadows of the street was stopped midway by a strange pulling feeling.
: "This elder or clan leader, please stay."
"You, who are you?"
Looking at the figure of the gray-robed magician who emerged from the darker corner of the alley, the old man struggled slightly in panic: "Are you also the adventurer sent by the Chamber of Commerce to act as a thug?"
"It seems that the Noxus Chamber of Commerce has indeed cooperated with other adventurers."
Taking a deep breath, Duan Qing tried his best to put on the kindest smile he could put on now: "Please rest assured, sir, I was just passing by and saw what happened around the warehouse just now, so I want to ask
Just asking what happened."
"I am the patriarch of the Poole family, Atfarik Poole." As if he wanted to understand something, the old man, who was wearing a torn nobleman's robe and with traces of binding on his hands, said with a serious face and a serious voice.
Said: "No matter who you are, please allow me to pass on my request for help to you. Our family is under threat, and the entire family is now imprisoned here by the rioters."
"The prophecy worked on us, and we finally escaped from the clutches of those people." He looked at Duan Qing's face, his expression full of deep gratitude: "I hope you can save us from what we have suffered."
The news of this disaster spread and was sent to His Majesty Drenier."
"Sorry, I'm just an ordinary adventurer who is not favored by the emperor. I shouldn't be able to help you much."
Blocking the system prompts in his ears, Duan Qing replied expressionlessly: "And I'm very busy now, so I may not have time to accept your request."
"All adventurers need are rewards, so the rumors outside say so." As if he had no intention of giving up, the old man who called himself At Farik put on a kind smile on his face: "Although our Poole family has handled
I don’t have many things, and my family is not as rich as other imperial nobles, but I should still be able to pay enough.”
"Tell me, what do you want?"
Ignoring the sounds of panicked escapes and fighting clashes that were still coming from the street, the old man looked at Duan Qing with a smile and asked. The latter blinked and looked at him steadily for a while, until the atmosphere began to feel awkward.
Only then did he give up his thinking: "Okay, then I will ask directly if you have seen a purple-haired woman wearing a cloak? Has she been arrested together with you?"
"...No." A slight look of recollection appeared on Atfalik's face: "It was only me and my clansmen who were caught in this warehouse, and we didn't see anyone else being imprisoned.
it's here."
"Very good, goodbye." Duan Qing's face darkened, and he turned around and walked deeper into the alley without hesitation: "After tonight's incident is over, I will find a way to sort out the affairs between you and your family.
Report to the palace."
"Wait, wait a minute, where are you going?" He reached out and gestured in a certain direction over the imperial capital. The old patriarch hurriedly stopped Duan Qing's leaving figure and said, "Are you going to that place? The one who is going there is
A magical center that radiates energy outwards?"
"Maybe." Duan Qing stopped and replied without looking back: "If we can successfully find Violet."
"Violet? You mean Violet?" The old man's voice became even more surprised: "Is it the Violet Roland? The Violet who left the royal family in anger thirty-seven years ago?"
"……what are you saying?"
His aching head seemed to become even more dizzy. Duan Qing, who had been standing there shaking for a long time, realized the meaning of the words he heard. He looked sideways at the old man behind him and suddenly thought of Luo Luo.
Te's previous introduction to the Poole family in front of him: "By the way, you should be the people who know the history of the empire best."
"Tell me about it, tell me the history that I'm interested in as quickly as possible." He then turned around and walked back to the old patriarch: "If it's satisfactory..."
"I'll take the history you provided as payment."
This chapter has been completed!