The Glory of Noxus

The fringe area of ​​the lower urban area.

On the dirty street near the dance corridor, a museum is hidden among many dilapidated buildings.

From a distance, this museum is almost integrated into the surrounding buildings and is very inconspicuous.

The dark gray marble walls are covered with traces of time, and the bronze grilles and stained glass windows make up its unique appearance.

Even though it has been baptized by time, the main structure of the museum remains solid.

At the top of the museum, there is also a tower inlaid with gold and silver textures that stretches into the sky, with several different flags flying in the wind, representing the museum's different collection features and cultural backgrounds.

Looking inside the museum, the spacious main room is filled with many different collections.

They are arranged according to different themes and periods.

There are antiques full of history, and each piece seems to have witnessed the glory and vicissitudes of the past.

There are exquisite works of art, which display the treasures of human culture with unique shapes and delicate techniques.

There are also those seemingly inconspicuous alchemy products. They are a little old, but they contain endless wisdom and exploration behind them.

"Did you find what I was looking for?"

A low voice sounded, and an old man sitting among the collections looked at the hooded explorer in front of him.

"The time wasted is too long. If it is delayed any longer, I cannot guarantee the timeliness of the information you want."

As the old man spoke, he pushed the dinner plate aside on the table and stuffed several pieces of mutton between his exposed golden teeth.

Behind the old man, a tall man with a bloody mark on his face came out, his fierce eyes fell on the explorer, and then he began to clear away the plates and tabletop.

The explorer smelled the danger lurking in the air, and the corners of his mouth hidden under the hood slightly raised, not caring at all.

He looked at the old man in front of him, Januk.

An immigrant from Freljord, tall and muscular, with a red beard.

He has a nasty and despicable acting style, and is very greedy for money and has a huge appetite.

Rumor has it that this guy often kept his private residence filled with antiques and works of art without telling his employer.

Most of them were stolen from ancient tombs or other museums through illegal means.

And this guy really likes to sit and dine among his collections to show off his wealth.

If I remember correctly, this guy has betrayed me twice. The explorer thought to himself.

Get rid of the above bad behavior.

Januck never delays in paying his rewards, which is why explorers continue to work with him.

"Here's what you want." The explorer took out a glass vessel from his arms, held it in his hand, and shook it gently.

"Interesting vessel, I guess it's probably from pre-Classic Shurima."

Under the dim light, the liquid in the glass vessel was almost a tablespoon in size, and it rippled with a different kind of light.

Januk was still sitting at the dining table, looking at the crystal vessel in the explorer's hand, a cold look flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"Ancient slurry!?" The explorer stared at Januk and chuckled.

"Jannuk, this is very different from the information you provided me."

He shook the glass vessel again and spoke word by word.

"This is Ulloa's potion!"

"For this Ulloa's potion, which is worth its weight in gold, I almost buried myself in a cave and never came back."

"Potion."

Januk's eyes were fixed on the glass vessel, as if he had not heard the explorer's words, and his eyes were filled with greed.

"Just one drop is enough to quench the soul for a thousand years. Make a mortal's skin as hard as a forbidden magic stone!"

His voice was full of respect and greed, reaching its highest point when the explorer took back the glass vessel.

"Don't worry, Januk." The explorer took a step back slowly.

"Did you get the news I wanted?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Januk looked away with difficulty, whispered, and rummaged for the drawer key.

"The news you want has been prepared for you, and its authenticity is absolutely guaranteed."

"Plus the full recognition of the guild, remember?" The explorer breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Januck's actions.

After he became famous in Valoran, many places began to refuse him entry.

Bars, schools, even a Sona recital...etc.

But the rejection from the Piltover Explorers Guild saddened him the most.

Because he had risked his life so many times in the wild to find the lost Hextech blueprints for them.

"Ezreal!"

Januck's tone was a little more serious, and his expression looked a little gloomy.

"There is a reason why the guild doesn't particularly like you. You should consider what happened with you in the past."

In the continent of Valoran, one thing is absolutely certain -

As long as Ezreal appears, trouble will surely follow one after another.

Or before you get too far, the scope of the trouble can already be confirmed, and it can be done anytime and anywhere.

"So, you can't give me my reward?" Ezreal's voice came from the hood, his teeth chattering.

"Then our agreement can only be..."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Suddenly, Januk laughed loudly and boldly, breaking the tense atmosphere.

"Why do you think I always come to you when I need to do business? It's because I like you."

“We have history, and history is always good business.”

He drank the wine from the glass in one gulp and ran his hand through his red beard stained with wine stains.

"I'll go to the study to get the news you want and the guild's fully approved letterhead. Please wait a moment."

How can any buyer put their reward money in the study? This is the oldest trick.

Ezreal looked at Januk's leaving figure and did not choose to leave. Instead, deep in his heart, he described the actions of Januk and others.

I guess Januk will come out with a flintlock gun pointed at my pretty face.

Before Ezreal could settle down, a strong sense of threat came from behind.

He immediately turned around and muttered.

"Damn it, I guessed wrong. Januk was holding not one flintlock musket, but two flintlock muskets."

Januk was holding two flintlock guns and walked over slowly, with a fierce look on his face.

"I'm sorry, Ezreal."

"The gears of fate of Piltover and Zaun have started again. I must protect myself."

"The gears of destiny for Piltover and Zaun?"

Ezreal's expression paused, as if he realized something in his heart, and his pupils were full of horror.

"What do you want to do with the Hex Stone? Start a war?"

"Huh? What news do you know?" Januk's expression changed with shock, and he stared at the explorer in front of him in a panic.