After witnessing Taliyah and Nasus burrow into the tunnel, Sivir breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the deck with his wounded waist. m.

"Where is this ship going?" She asked.

"The Lawless Land, Bilgewater, a great place to make a fortune." Graves enthusiastically introduces his hometown, as if there is not a woman sitting in front of him, but a mountain of gold.

"Running from the sea of sand to the real sea, if it were in normal times, I would be happy to go, but now ......" Sivir looked up at the sky, her beautiful black hair on the deck, she rubbed her eyes, but her hot brows could not be stretched.

"Hehe, don't think about going down when you get on this thief ship, do you want a cigar to relieve the pain?" Graves handed Sivir a cigar, but he simply sniffed it and refused.

"I smell the spices of Babayan, and it seems that this cigar is quite extravagant."

As a mercenary, Sivir never smoked, because she knew that if she wanted to live long in the desert, she should not touch these lung-hurting things.

"Your weapon looks cool, can I touch it?"

An emerald green gem was embedded in the middle of the sharp golden crossblade, inserted in the sheath of cooked skin, revealing a new part that Graves almost wanted to touch the weapon.

Whether it is Piltover's Hextech or Demacia's cold weapons, this place will become very popular, and over time it will evolve into a solidified concept of "imported things are good".

"Okay, if you don't want your hands, you can give it a try." Sivir grabbed the cross blade and said coldly, turning his face as fast as turning a book.

"Cut, you can't touch it, it's so stingy." Graves was deflated, crooked his mouth and whispered.

Sivir smiled, her weapon was not something that anyone could wield, and besides, as a mercenary who begged for a living on the tip of a knife, she knew very well how stupid it was to give it to someone else.

Most of the time, women and weapons are one and the same.

Trist let Xavier lie on the deck, and returned to the mat to lie down lazily.

Jeno saw that she didn't care much about her wounds, so he saved the thought of helping to bandage them in the past.

"Jeno, is that mad beast going to die?" Caitlyn leaned over to Jeno and asked in a whisper.

The Ascendant's might had left an indelible impression on her during the brief encounter, and she was suddenly worried about what kind of bloody storm it would cause if it got to Piltover.

"I don't think so, he's been starving underground for thousands of years and hasn't died."

As soon as Jeno finished speaking, the stone tomb suddenly exploded, and a scaly claw stretched out from it, and then the terrifying monster jumped out.

He immediately saw the mouth of the tunnel, which had been closed by the steel valve, and was furious, so he frantically attacked the surrounding water that was submerged to his waist, and exploded in waves.

"Nasus, you won't escape my palm forever." The waves crashed into the cavern, the water level became higher and higher, and Renekton's angry roar shook the sky, and the sea boiled for his reluctance.

Caitlin was startled, and grabbed Jeno's arm with palpitations: "That...... Will he be drowned? ”

"I haven't seen a crocodile drown." The dull atmosphere was suddenly disrupted, and Jeno couldn't help but smile and reach out to straighten Caitlyn's crooked bowler.

Caitlin also realized that she had asked a stupid question in a panic, and when she dodged her eyes, she noticed that Jano was staring at Sivir's bare waist from time to time.

But as Jeno peeked more and more, she found that Jeno was not looking at the other party's waist, but at the water bladder on the other party's waist, as if confirming something.

After letting go of those careful thoughts, Caitlyn rubbed her expression with her hand into a serious face, and followed Jeno into the cabin.

As the fishing boat moves away from Piltover and toward Bilgewater, Jeno wonders what challenges await him. What will be the impact of Sivir's sudden addition?

……

After receiving Jeno's message, Camille immediately organized a group of guards to search the city for people with Hex's augmentation organs and transfer them to Zuan.

But a big problem lay ahead of her.

The only way to Zaun was the Screaming Elevator didn't stop at the Border Market Station, and after waiting for a while, it didn't see it go up.

Camille quickly guessed that this was the result of a failure of the crystal in the elevator's engine.

She needed to go back to the manor and retrieve an energetic crystal to replace it, and although it wouldn't be long, those whose lives were endangered by Zeros would not have much time to wait.

She glanced back at the crowd gathered in the border market, the haze of ash rising from the Zaun Gorge to hide their tracks from being spotted by Zelas.

There are a lot of people who need to be transferred, and there are so many people who stand on a street that they can't finish without four or five screams, and if people start to scramble for their lives to squeeze into the first scream, there will inevitably be quarrels and even violent clashes.

These conflicts are put in normal times she can **.

But now, the cold and dazzling energy body was suspended directly above Piltover, motionless as if sleeping.

If the conflict of the people catches its attention, it is difficult to say that it will allow people to flee from under its nose to the ground, and it will not take much effort to eliminate them.

If it were him, Camille would not easily let go of this group of fish that slipped through the net.

Another escape must be opened!

Camille pondered in his heart, and suddenly remembered the completion of the task recorded in Jeno's file.

Her eyes surged with energy, and her blue gaze pierced through the haze and projected onto the towers of the Academy of Science and Magic, as if confirming something.

It didn't take long for her to make up her mind, and she ordered the guards waiting beside her, "Go to the Gilpala family's group laboratory and ask him to bring the folding ladder and set it up between the canyon bridge and the tower." Tell him that this is a requisition! ”

"Yes! Spy-sama. "Camille's outward identity is that of Philos.

When she had finished ordering the guards, she took a harb and took a shortcut back to the manor, ignoring the concealment, not caring if Zelath would find her.

Fortunately, the other party is maintaining a mysterious ritual, and his perception of the surroundings is greatly reduced, and he does not notice her at all.

This situation is undoubtedly a good thing, and it will be conducive to the development of the next transfer operation.

"Is she the same as me?"

In the crowd, a mechanical girl with the same contact lenses as Camille watched her fly over her head with a copper ball, and her mechanical eyes revealed humanized curiosity.

The core of Hex's chest trembled, and she muttered to herself at the copper ball:

"Puppet, said Oriana, we're in the midst of a catastrophe."