Lone Wolf of the Freljord

"I... Of course I bought this!" As soon as Elise told her story with Lothar in an intimate tone, Syndra was furious. She grabbed Nami and dragged her away.

"The cloakroom is on the left!" Elise smiled at the two women, then buried herself in the delicate silver tableware.

Syndra took Nami to the cloakroom, and a dark orb appeared, dumping a lot of clothes that Syndra bought in Piltover.

"That, Miss Syndra." Nami said embarrassingly, "I don't really want to wear clothes..."

As a merman, Nami has never known what clothes are. As a deep-sea race, her skin and scales are her best clothes. Every time she wears human clothes, Nami always feels superfluous.

"Wear it!" Syndra rummaged through the clothes with the least fabric and the most exaggerated pieces. "Don't let that woman look down on us! Let her know who Lothar's heart is now!"

Nami stuck out her tongue in fear. Although she was used to Syndra's violent character, it was the first time that Syndra showed such a strong competitive spirit.

"Then...give me a silk or tulle dress." Nami said, she wouldn't be so uncomfortable wearing thinner clothes.

"How about this one?" Syndra took out a pale yellow puffy pajamas. "It looks better with your skin tone, but there's too much fabric, so I have to cut some."

"I'll do it." Nami shot water from her fingertips, and the high-speed jet was as sharp as a knife, cutting her nightdress with ease.

"It's still too much! Go on!" Syndra said while putting on black garter socks on her feet. She still felt that black was suitable for her, so she chose a set of translucent lace pajamas.

"But if you cut it again...it can't cover anything..."

"I just want to hide everything! Maiisha and Varieva can wear rope swimsuits! What are we!"

"Okay..." Nami reluctantly looked at the clothes on her hands, and the normal pajamas were turned into three-point style by Nami.

"Okay!" Syndra got dressed, she looked at herself and Nami, and said with satisfaction, "I'll definitely beat her this time, let's go, let's go out!"

Syndra opened the door of the cloakroom, Elise was already sitting on the chair, the wine glass in her hand was shaking gently, and the bright red wine looked very human.

"Are you all right?" Elise looked at the two women, her face twitched slightly.

"How?" Syndra held Nami's hand and looked at Elise defiantly, "We wear this in front of Lothar every day, and as soon as he sees us, he can't leave for a moment."

"Really?" Elise looked at Syndra's boobs, deciding not to remind her that her pink dots were showing.

Elise smiled and poured wine for Syndra and Nami, then toasted: "Then, let's celebrate the first 'Lothar's Lover's Exchange', let's have a toast."

"You are his 'ex-lover'." Syndra reminded through gritted teeth.

"I'm trying to regain his favor." Elise winked at Syndra and stretched her glass forward.

"Humph!" Syndra snorted coldly and stretched out the wine glass to the front.

Seeing that Syndra did this, Nami joined the clink.

...

"Cheers!" Samira and Lothar clink glasses, she proudly raised the glass bigger than her own head, and raised her head to drink recklessly.

Lothar looked at Tyrone, who was sitting aside with only a glass of white water in front of him: "Aren't you going to drink it?"

"Alcohol slows people down." Tailong said coldly.

"As you like." Lothar also picked up the exaggeratedly large wine glass in his hand and drank it. The taste of the wheat wine in his mouth was rough, but it was quite delicious.

"Ha!" Samira actually drank the entire glass of wine in one gulp. She licked the foam on her lips and laughed, "This tavern is the best in the entire Imperial City! The owner is a Shurima. , cheap and enough! I am a long-time customer here! Old customers can also get private and exclusive wooden barrels for wine.”

"So you're drinking your own wine." Lothar looked at Samira's wine glass.

"Go, I won't share my treasure." Samira drove Lothar away. "This is a recipe that a brewmaster I know specially made for me, and I won't give it to you."

"mean."

"What's wrong with being stingy"

Samira took the wine glass to the counter and threw a gold coin to the bartender: "Fill me up again!"

Samira's heroic appearance has attracted the attention of many people in the tavern. This refreshing beauty with light brown skin is indeed very eye-catching, especially this beauty also has two beautiful pistols around her waist.

"I didn't expect the pub to be open so late." Rosa said, eating the fried peanuts on the table.

Samira returned to her seat with a full glass of wine, she patted the giant sword she placed on the seat, and said, "After that trash emperor Darkwill died, there will be no curfew in the imperial capital, so I want to drink as long as I want. How late, Commander Jing Swain!"

Samira gulped down half a glass of wine again. Even after drinking so much, she still didn't change her face, and it was obvious that the amount of alcohol was amazing.

"Okay, it's almost time to talk about business." Lothar knocked on the table, "The three of us have already checked the body, let's talk about it."

Less than a few hours had passed since the soldier's sudden and violent death, and it was still early before dawn. Darius took the guards to the Immortal Fortress. It seemed that the death of his subordinates made Darius completely begin to pay attention to him being assassinated. Yes, I went to talk to Swain overnight.

The three of Lothar did not follow, and Darius asked them to find the murderer who killed his men overnight, and he had to give him an explanation before he came back.

"Our Lord [Hand of Noxus] is really not easy to serve. The original task of protecting him was turned into the task of investigating the murderer." Samira chewed on the fried squid whiskers, "If he is immortal, The killing of the fort does not count as a failure of our mission, right? He insisted that we not follow."

"Swain is there, and there are court mages and elite guards in the immortal fortress. No assassin dares to assassinate there." Lothar said.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you are still too young." Samira shook her finger, "Darkwill was killed by Swain and the Kingslayer in the Immortal Fortress, and that place is not absolutely safe. "

Lothar smiled: "Anyway, let's settle the murderer's situation first."

"Come on!" As soon as she said this, Samira became excited, "Let me tell you what I found first, that unlucky **** was killed by two sharp knives, and the two knives at the same time were fatal. The injury was fatal in an instant, and no other wounds were found on the body. The person who started the attack was very powerful, even the bones could be cut off with one slash, and the section was smooth... tsk tsk tsk, that assassin is a master, and his strength is incomparable. "

Lothar nodded: "Anything else?"

"Also." Samira took a sip of wine, "Ha... Although that unlucky guy died quickly, his expression before his death was very miserable. I think the killer was either too ugly and scared the dead. It came, or something happened that terrified him. But here comes the strange thing."

"What strange thing?"

"I've asked all the guys in the Third Dormitory who slept with the soldier in the same room." Samira said with a strange expression, "They said that they were all awakened by the screams of the dead, and that was the scream we also heard. , and as soon as they opened their eyes, they saw that the man was dead. They didn't hear any other unusual movement, so since the unlucky guy was killed by a single blow, he experienced something extremely terrifying before he died. The other soldiers didn't hear anything before he died? What did the killer have to do to scare the hapless like that in silence."

Samira took another sip of wine: "That's all I found, how about you?"

Lothar looked at Tyrone.

Tai Long stared at the bottle of water in front of him and whispered, "No trace."

"What trace?" Samira asked.

"The traces of the killer." Tai Long's tone was dull, his voice dry as if he hadn't said so much for a long time, "Every footprint in the third dormitory has a corresponding person, and there are no footprints belonging to the killer."

"Could it be someone from the third lodging that did it?" Samira speculated.

"The wound on the deceased can only be caused by a large sharp blade." Tai Long said, "It is impossible for the killer to hide the weapon in such a short time."

"What about magic?" Samira tapped on the table. "If the mage committed the crime, there would be no need to use a murder weapon, such as a blade made of strong wind."

"The wound is too smooth. A mage who can do such a wound is definitely a strong one." Tai Long continued, "I have checked every soldier in the Third Liao, and they are all veterans who have served in the Trifali Legion for more than six years. I think such a mage would be willing to hide for six years."

"It's hard to say. I've seen a lot of people whose head was kicked by a donkey." Samira made a joke, "For example, a guy who touches a woman's breast even if he's got a gun to his head."

"Obviously it was you who came out first." Lothar said to Samira, the woman obviously still holding grudges about what happened not long ago.

"I didn't tell you." Samira quibble, and the foot under the table kicked Lothar hard. The strength of this kick was enough to break the leg bones of people with less physique, but Lothar sensed it. This foot, the side leg avoided.

"Tsk..." Seeing that she failed to take revenge, Samira retracted her legs displeased. "Okay, we have both said what we found, how about you? The guy appointed by the commander Swain."

"Me?" Lothar smiled confidently, "I already know who the murderer is."

Samira and Tyrone looked at Lothar at the same time, and the content in their eyes was self-evident.

"You'd better not brag." Samira folded her arms over her chest, "bragging this way can't get me a chance to go to bed."

"I don't really want to sleep with you, I have a woman." Lothar spread his hands. "Simply put, I can talk to the dead, and the dead guy told me who the murderer was."

Samira and Tyrone watched Lothar silently.

"What's wrong?" Rosa asked strangely.

"You..." Samira pointed at Lothar with trembling fingers, "you can talk to... dead people"

"Yup."

"Hahahahahaha!" Samira suddenly burst into an extremely exaggerated laugh. She thumped the table hard and laughed at Lothar unabashedly, "Are you a psychic medium or a wizard? Hahahaha! If you go Shurima's words are guaranteed to be a bad luck! Hahahahahaha!"

Seeing that Tyrone also cast a questioning look at himself, Lothar ate another peanut: "You guys don't seem to believe that I can talk to the dead? Has Ionia been there? The Spirit Blossom Festival there is the local A festival where people can talk to their deceased loved ones."

"It's just a superstition in a foolish place." Samira yawned, "I was born in Shurima, and I don't believe in the resurrection of the dead. Mummy-like corpses can deceive ghosts."

"In Shurima, isn't there a rumor that an emperor has recovered?" Lothar said, "What is the emperor's name?"

"Azir?" Samira spat disdainfully, "It's probably some kind of nonsense made by the guy who the emperor dreamed of wetting the bed, I'll come across it every time I walk around Belgion or Nashramé. Eighty people who claim to be descendants of the emperor want you to pay tribute to him and make you a high-ranking official after he returns to the country."

"Then how did you do it?" Lothar asked with interest.

Samira pinched her phalanx and snapped: "Needless to say, of course, I beat those liars to the ground, and cheating on me can only make them feel unlucky."

Lothar shrugged. "Well, I see you don't believe me, but I do talk to the dead."

"Okay." Samira's face believed Lothar's nonsense, "Then tell me what the dead unlucky **** said?"

"It was a nightmare that killed him." Lothar said inexplicably.

"Nightmare" Samira thought for a while, "So that's the case. Your speculation can explain why the unfortunate bastard's face was full of fear when he died, but the people in the room didn't hear anything."

"No, I don't mean that he had a nightmare and died." Lothar said with a weird smile on his face, "I mean, the murderer is a nightmare."

Samira raised her eyebrows: "Are you serious?"

"That's right." Lothar continued, "Since the murderer was a nightmare, and he murdered in the dream, it can be explained that there are no traces of the murder and the murder weapon."

Samira sneered at Lothar, while Talon remained silent.

"I originally thought that the person sent by the commander Swain would be like? I didn't expect to be a god." Sammy stretched his waist and drank the remaining wine in the cup. "It seems that You don't have any skills other than dominoes, I won't fight with a madman, although I like to find excitement, but I'm not interested in giving my back to a madman."

After Samira finished speaking, she stood up and left the tavern with her great sword on her back.

"It seems that she has been tricked by magic sticks before." Lothar said lightly, then looked at Tai Long, "What do you think? My teacher of blade martial arts."

"I'm not your teacher." Tyrone's tone was as if he wanted to keep Lothar out of the way, "I teach you things as an order, and I'm not qualified to be an apprentice."

"Okay." Lothar was no longer close to Tyrone. He asked about a certain red-haired female assassin, "Do you know where Katarina went? She doesn't seem to be in the imperial capital."

"I don't know." Tyrone said.

"You're right above Du Quekao."

"General," Tyrone added.

"Okay, General Du Kekao." Lothar could see that Tyrone seemed to respect the general, and he didn't even allow Lothar to call him by his first name. "He's Katerina's father, right?"

"is not it……"

"Whether it is or not"

"In terms of blood, yes." Tyrone seemed to be reluctant to talk about it, but he still said it in the face of Lothar, "but the general has cut off the father-daughter relationship with her."

"Sever the relationship between father and daughter." Lothar frowned. Although [Luo 30] can see many things in the sky, he really didn't notice this, "Why?"

"Because of the Kingslayer operation." Tyrone stared at Lothar, "That operation was related to the fate of Noxus, but Katarina intervened without authorization, which annoyed the general. Shortly after you left the imperial capital, the general and she The relationship was completely cut off, and then Katarina was transferred to the commander of Swain. Where did she go in the future... I don't know."

"The relationship between father and daughter is cut off just by doing this." Lothar couldn't help but think of the red-haired female assassin's behavior. She put the national interest above everything else. If her father had the same character as her, this might indeed happen. Happening.

However, Lothar didn't know the inside story very well either. [Luo 30] had too many things to pay attention to when he was in the sky, and really didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to their father and daughter.

"Then Swain sent Katarina to the Freljord to approach Ashe..." Lothar touched his chin, thinking, "Swain can't have Katerina kill Ashe, It's not good for Noxus, and Avarosa didn't fight Noxus. Swain really only wants to anger me, so why did he send Katarina to Ashe... …”

Lothar didn't know what Swain was thinking, but he had put this question into his three questions.

Lothar was not afraid that Swain would regret not answering his question. If he really did this, it would only mean that he was not worthy of the word "far-reaching plan", because that would inevitably lead to a complete revenge with Lothar. Lothar believed that Swee For not doing such a stupid thing.

"What about you? What do you think?" Lothar put his thoughts aside for a while and asked Talon, "I think I'm a madman just like Samira."

"I don't think magic can talk to the dead." Talon said honestly, "but I don't think you can talk nonsense either."

"Is it because I'm the Kingslayer?"

"Because I taught you."

Lothar nodded, he stood up, and planned to check out and leave.

"General Darius, how do you deal with it?" Tyrone stopped Lothar, "If you tell him that the murderer is a nightmare, he won't buy it."

"My mission was never to make Darius acceptable." Lothar put the money on the table. "My mission was to keep him alive."

Tyrone was silent for a while: "Samilla she..."

"She won't make any difference." Lothar looked at the table, the leftover wine from the glass of Samira, he stretched out his fingers to scrape the remaining wine at the bottom of the glass, and put it on his tongue to lick it.

Terribly spicy.

This kind of strong alcohol can knock down an elephant, but this woman drank two glasses without changing her face.

"I'm afraid this woman is not of dragon or mammoth blood." Lothar ate a candy on the table to ease the pungency in his mouth, then turned to Tyrone and said, "Samilla is very powerful, maybe it can be of great help. ."

"But she doesn't trust you anymore."

"It doesn't matter, she will know who is right in the end."