"Zaun?"

Jeno frowned, he hadn't been back to Zu'an for at least two months since that poison fog incident.

Zu'an's environmental pollution, if there was nothing wrong Jeno basically wouldn't go, he almost forgot that he was born in Zu'an.

Before, he was seriously ill and didn't go to Zu'an, worried that inhaling the haze would aggravate his symptoms, and after the Evolution Day, he was afraid of Zu'an's bull ghosts and snake gods running all over the ground, so he didn't go shopping.

Now Camille has asked him to investigate the cause of the death of the alchemy baron, and he knows that this trip is dangerous with his toes! The closer you get to the truth, the more likely you are to encounter terrifying monsters or get involved in gangster fires.

However, Camille's task cannot be refused, and Jeno can only take it.

"You can go to the Glorious Evolution Order first and ask Brother Zavel for directions, but you'd better not pretend, he doesn't welcome natives there."

Camille sat on a solid wooden chair with her legs crossed, holding a teacup and savoring the bitterness and sweetness, a leaf of tea floating on the lake like a lonely boat, and it could be overturned in a moment by tilting the teacup slightly.

"Understood." Hearing Camille's reminder, Jeno also figured out how to start the first step: get the information first, and then act on the opportunity.

So he went back to his room to pack his things and prepare to go.

"Are you in such a hurry? There is always time for a cup of tea. ”

"Don't drink anymore, go early and come back early, Zuan's night is dangerous."

Jeno refuses Camille's invitation, he doesn't like to be like Camille, who likes to drink tea and summarize his life.

Some people have a special preference for a certain type of food to relieve boredom or boredom. For example, Camille likes tea, Caitlyn likes coffee, Niko likes cheesecake, Griffos likes to smoke cigars, and Ggmo is not a picky eater.

Jeno doesn't have a special favorite food, and as for why he doesn't wander around in the depths of Zaun at night, it's because Dr. Mondo will put on a white coat after night to "heal and save people", werewolves will wake up and thirst for sweet fresh blood, and malaria and gunfire will take innocent lives before dawn.

Actually, you don't need to bring anything, a tool knife, enough gold, a communicator, and a change into ordinary clothes, Jeno slipped away purely because he was uncomfortable with Camille for a long time.

In the black market in the backstreets of Zaun, you can buy even things that Piltover doesn't have - forbidden weapons, human bodies for experiments, etc......

The first episode of the Glorious Evolution will take place on the edge of Piltover, the border market, not far from the student apartments, and the church is an old house perched on the edge of a cliff.

Cross the canyon bridge to the other side of the border market, where the stench of the city below overshadows the sweet smell of barbecue and cakes.

The haze of Zaun rose like a tidal wave, spilling over people's knees and depositing on the soot-stained awnings, leaving puddles of cloud-like sludge.

"I should have brought a breathing mask." Jano muttered to himself.

As for the Zaun Haze, this stubborn legacy of not doing anything to restrict the development of science and technology has always been a haze that Zu'an cannot erase, it has overwhelmingly obscured the sky, making the dungeon that was already lacking sunlight become dark, day and night.

No one has a good solution to this phenomenon unless Zuan gives up development. It can only be dispersed by Jana every other week, keeping the haze at a level that does not exceed a certain level.

And now it's the day before Operation Rigana each week, and the haze is at its thickest – Piltover has already touched it.

An old house stands lonely on a cliff, a small mansion, the walls are covered with soot-like sludge, in disrepair, part of the structure is built outside the cliff, hanging in the air, looking crumbling.

Entering through the entrance of the old house is a dimly lit gatehouse, separated by an iron mesh, and behind it is the main hall of the house.

Clusters of warm orange lamps illuminated the crowd in the hall through a diamond-shaped grid welded to metal—about fifty people gathered in a circle, whispering as if a magnificent machine was breathing under their feet.

They were draped in dark flannel that obscured the still-fleshed parts, and their metal arms and reinforced legs and feet were exposed in a warm glow.

Apparently these people are all official members of the Glorious Evolution Order, and only normal members will cover most of their flesh with brown cloth, deliberately revealing the mechanical structure.

Here, difficult augmentation surgeries are combined with more practical features.

In the middle of the crowd was a young woman with her mechanically jointed arm outstretched, pointing at a man with a smooth metal chin.

"The body is nothingness, and flesh and blood are fragile." She said to the man.

"The machine leads us," the crowd responded, voices echoing through the air: "The future is evolution." ”

The man with the iron chin is supposed to be a new believer who is just about to join the order, and the woman is a priest, who is leading the believers to preside over the ceremony of the newcomer's initiation.

"Are you here to witness the ceremony?" A stream of air rang out not far from Jeno, and he turned his head to track down the source of the sound—a bald head.

He didn't have a neck, or rather, his neck had been replaced by a mechanical device—it was his throat filter, through which the vapor gurgled and gurgling.

With his bald head down, his mouth even touching his sternum, he was lighting a votive lamp in the corner of the altar in the chapel.

"Monk, I'm here for news." Jeno deliberately buttoned only the bottom button of his shirt, revealing his smooth chest and cool metal heart.

On the frosted glass, Jeno saw a solemn figure outlined by cold lead staring at him—the Gray Lady, the Holy Spirit of the Glorious Evolution Church. The blurry panes shone brightly, illuminated by the arc lights outside, and Jeno added:

"The Gray Lady asked me to come." Jeno approached the altar and heard the squeak of the plague rats.

In the room were jars of organs, with eyeballs floating in them, like vinegar-pickled eggs, bundles of tribute wrapped in linen gauze, some neat, some shiny, unkempt, showing yellowed nails and calloused fingers.

These are the body tissues that members of the Order have traditionally offered to the god of machines on Evolution Day, as a way to show their devotion and pray for the enhancements in their bodies to continue to function precisely.

"You meditate first, then ask questions."

Brother Zavel turned his head to look at Jeno, a pair of lenses over his eyes, like eyeballs stored in jars. The difference is that his eyes are flexible, and they move quickly behind the lenses, and any details of the eyeballs can be seen clearly after being magnified by the lenses: the bloodshot on the whites of his eyes, the chaos in his pupils.

It's a bit scary, but it's normal in the Glorious Evolution Order.

Zavel blinked, saw the Hex device on Jeno's chest, and showed a satisfied expression, wrinkles carved into his face, and a smile was bright.