After a tea party, the three "plastic sisters" who seemed to be laughing at Yan Yan finally reached an agreement on how to share the spoils of this expedition to the God's Tomb.
However, what they didn't know was that while they were scheming with each other, someone in a tavern in Nasramei was eyeing the same divine tomb as them.
"I really didn't expect that the Huangqiu Divine Tomb has become a popular tourist attraction?" In front of the bar, a broker who was obviously drunk was holding a cup in one hand and resting his hand on the shoulder of his companion.
, mumbling incoherently, "What's so good about there..."
"There's nothing good there. The Huangqiu Divine Tomb is a thin tomb with no gold or silver treasures inside." The person beside him, whose shoulders he put on his shoulder, shook his head gently, "Why, there are still people like me who want to ask about that?"
News about a god’s tomb?”
"Can't say, can't say."
The broker, who was obviously drunk, was shaking his head and trying to look mysterious. However, under the influence of alcohol, there seemed to be some problems with his facial management. Instead of looking mysterious, he looked like a fool.
However, his drinking buddy did not continue to delve deeper into this issue. Instead, he changed the subject and asked about the changes in Nashrami during this period.
"Change? How can there be any change..." The broker drank the wine in the glass, then put the glass on the bar with a clang, "Is it okay if the female governor of the port found a Noxian pretty boy?
"
"It's just a political deal." The drinking buddy saw clearly, "But Noxus is about to end. I'm afraid our ruthless female governor will have to change her husband again."
"But this has nothing to do with us." The broker's voice lowered again, "But if she really needs a broker husband, I'm not incompetent..."
Hearing these words, the drinking friend showed an awkward yet polite smile on his face. He put the wine glass to his mouth and sipped the tequila that is a specialty of Nasla America in the glass. He waited until the day of the broker's day.
After the dream, I spoke again.
"If the husband of the female governor also holds elections like Piltover, I will definitely vote for you, okay." The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a not bright smile, as if he hadn't smiled for too long.
However, he seemed to have forgotten how to smile, so this smile looked particularly awkward, "Okay, my old friend, tell me about those colleagues who went to the Huangqiu Divine Tomb."
"The broker will not sell the client's information." Although he was almost drunk into a puddle, the broker still maintained his bottom line, "But in their hands, I got a huge amount of - burp - commission!
"
"This order is worth the usual one hundred orders!"
"It's not in vain that I spent so much time arranging..."
"Don't ask, I won't tell!"
"Good wine...good wine!"
"..."
"..."
Seeing that the broker seemed really drunk, and his words became garbled, the drinking buddy took out a gold coin from his waist pocket and called the bartender.
"Arrange a room for him and let him have a good rest." He whispered, "By the way, who is the most expensive guide here?"
"The most expensive one?" The bartender took the gold coin and blinked, "The most expensive guide...it's hard to say, but if part-time jobs can be considered, it must be Sivir."
"Sivir?"
"Mercenary Queen!" The young bartender showed a fiery expression, "A real beauty, strong and capable of fighting, hehehe..."
Mr. Bartender nodded and put the gold coin into the bartender's hand.
Then, just as he turned back to pick up his package and was about to leave the tavern's hand, the broker lying on the bar suddenly started retching.
Worried that his old friend would drown in the drink, his drinking buddy had to stop and help him upright.
During this process, the broker seemed to be mumbling incomprehensibly.
The words "let go", "no one knows", and "live a good life" were repeated over and over again.
Hearing this, the drinking buddy couldn't help but sigh - after setting the broker straight, he spoke in an almost imperceptible voice: "I will not stop. My hatred has not been eliminated, and my pain has not been eliminated."
I’m still suffering...but you don’t have to worry about me, old guy, the desert knows me.”
……………………
If the Goddess of Destiny really exists, then she must be a guy with a bad character - in Naslamei, no one paid attention to the Huangqiu Divine Tomb in the past, but this time, it is not just these two groups of people who are eyeing it.
At the end of the tea party and cocktail party, a passenger ship from Piltover—oh, it should be called the Piltover Port of Wazuan now—officially arrived in Naschram.
The Nashrame envoy who went to Piltover to watch the ceremony has returned.
At the port of Nasramei, a little Huangmao who had just passed the examination of the "Vazuan Municipal Shurima Archaeological Conservation and Civilization Revival Association" and officially obtained the archaeological action permit was like a flexible fish, jumping out from the crowd.
squeezed out.
This guy, who had just completed his university studies, finally let out a long breath after squeezing out of the port and looking at the imitated sun disk in Nasramei City.
Pinning a medal representing the formal membership of the "Vazuan Municipal Shurima Archaeological Protection and Civilization Revival Association" on his chest, Ezreal decided to inquire about the information and see what was worth seeing around Nasramei.
A place to explore.
Don’t be too far away, your funds are limited; don’t be too close, this exploration must have enough results - preferably the kind of ruins that everyone knows about, but there is nothing you can do about it!
After all, I have a unique door-opening skill. Maybe I can easily get back and forth from the ruins that others are unable to do anything about!
With this view, Xiao Huangmao decided to find a hotel to stay first, and then asked the waiter if there was any place near Nashi Lame that met his requirements.
In this way, Ezreal, who held his head high, found a hotel that looked good. After checking in, he chatted enthusiastically with the waiter who took him to the room.
The narcissistic Mr. Ezreal obviously didn't notice the waiter's hint of rubbing his fingers several times, and just showed off the medal on his chest - maybe he actually noticed it, but considering the limited funds, he didn't.
Not willing to spend extra money on this kind of place.
Finally, the waiter who was impatient with him changed her expression. She looked at Ezreal with a rather offensive look, snorted impolitely through her nostrils, and then said a word firmly.
"Huangqiu Divine Tomb, if you are not afraid of death, you can try it."
