The Glory of Noxus

"Why don't we dare?"

Huo Jixing looked at the trembling Butum, with a smile on his handsome face.

puff!

He pushed away the blood-colored armored soldier in front of him and pulled out the red fire blade from his chest. The bright red blood sprayed out and dyed Butum's gorgeous brocade clothes red.

"This is the territory of the Mauli family, you can't leave."

Butum swallowed, decisively put down the bag full of gold coins and the sealed wooden box in his hand, and raised his hands high.

Huo Jixing ignored Butum and pushed open the door.

When he saw two bloody armored soldiers guarding the door, his sword flashed, and they were killed.

Then dragged their bodies into the room.

"Let's deal with it." Huo Jixing turned around and smiled at Jalal, who was busy handling the body.

"Now, it's time for us to have a problem!"

He walked up to Butum, reached out and patted the drunken face.

"The Mauli family?"

"Yes, Butum Mouli, my father is Mouli IV." Butum suppressed the anger in his heart and spoke in a low voice.

"A few questions for you?"

"Okay, as long as I know, I will definitely answer."

"Haha!" Looking at Butum who was groveling in front of him, Huo Jixing laughed softly, with mockery in his tone.

Sure enough, only death can make people experience true equality.

"Is there any cooperation between the Mouli family and Piltover's Chamber of Commerce?" He wiped the blood-stained blade in his hand and said coldly.

"Only trade cooperation." Butum replied immediately, fearing that he would be slow, and put the blade on his neck.

"Aside from that?"

"This. With my authority, I only know about trade cooperation."

"Confirm?"

"Let me think about it." Butum wiped the fine cold sweat on his forehead, and his brain started working quickly.

"It seems that I saw some strangely dressed Mrs. Piltover in the castle last year. You know, those people have different temperaments from us."

"But they were talking to my father in person, and I really don't know the specifics."

After finishing speaking, Butum saw that there was no response, and looked at Huo Jixing in panic.

Click!

His neck was broken, Butum's eyes were frightened, and his body fell softly to the bloody ground.

"No big problem, right?"

Huo Jixing turned around and looked at Jalal who was disposing of the body.

"There are some problems, but nothing major."

Jalal stood up, looked at the corpses piled in the box in front of him, and sighed softly in his heart.

It is really unexpected that things have developed like this.

No one thought that Butum would be so greedy. He was one of the heirs of the Mouli family and he actually wanted to take advantage of others.

Jalal's eyes flickered and he carefully looked at Huo Jixing, who looked leisurely.

He is indeed a guy who can be appreciated by General Darius. He has a very similar personality and is decisive in killing.

I heard that he has a close relationship with Lord Draven, and he had earlier arranged for an orderly to enter the Knox Scalia Arena to serve as an administrator.

"Although Mouli IV has many heirs, and he previously enjoyed the right of first night near the Blood Cliff, I heard that Butum is one of his beloved heirs."

"Well, be careful of the limelight lately and don't go out rashly."

Huo Jixing heard an interesting word and asked: "Chu Yequan?"

"Yes, the Mouli family previously exercised the right of first night to their castle servants and many manor slaves in Blood Cliff." Jalal explained in a relaxed tone.

"However, Mauli IV suddenly abolished the right of first night twenty years ago. The specific reason is unknown."

Jalal dragged Butum's body over, and then called in the soldiers of the Reese Guard Corps who had hidden their identities.

They pretended to be blood-armored soldiers, took Butum's body that smelled of wine, and left at night.

The destination is a port location.

There was a commotion at the port last night, and it was a suitable place to dump the body.

"Need help?" Jalal saw the team leaving and turned to look at Huo Jixing.

"That's troublesome. Help me investigate the recent cooperation between the Mouli family and the Piltover Chamber of Commerce." Huo Jixing was not polite and directly expressed his demands.

Jalal nodded without asking why.

Return to the courtyard room.

Huo Jixing opened the wooden box and looked carefully at the blood-colored gemstones on the white silk cloth that looked like blood. The dim light always felt familiar.

With the blessing of [photographic memory], he quickly recalled it.

"Scarlet Awakener!"

Huo Jixing thought of the opponents he had encountered during the Ring of Fire performance, as well as the blood-red cat.

They are very similar to the scent of the bloody gem in front of them.

"Scarlet Secret Society?" Huo Jixing's eyes flashed and he whispered softly.

After the Ring of Fire performance, Draven had told him about the Crimson Awakener.

This is a young cult dedicated to blood magic itself.

At the same time they were also dedicated to Vladimir.

"Damn it, aren't they involved together?"

Huo Jixing's expression changed suddenly, he got up and left the room, going to the next door.

The art of blood wizardry has found a place not only among the Noxian armies, but also among the scions of the old nobility.

Now that similar runic items were found on Butum, he had to be suspicious.

"My lord!" Petal woke up.

"Leave Blood Cliff immediately, return to Longmen, and find Renato, saying that we need help here." Huo Jixing said with a solemn expression.

"OK!"

Petar realized the seriousness of the matter and left immediately without washing up.

Looking at Petar who had escaped into the black, Huo Jixing clenched the blood-colored gem in his hand, and the dark green data stream quickly decomposed.

"20 points, just a little bit more!"

His consciousness sank into the data panel, and his whispers disappeared with the wind.

In the dark room, the blood-colored candlelight lit up.

"Are you hiding something from me?"

The old man in brocade clothes picked up the dark tea in his hand and spoke in a concentrated voice.

"If you have any questions, just ask directly."

The tall man with silver-rimmed glasses looked depressed.

"Your sister asked an outsider to interfere in our affairs." The old man in brocade clothes took a sip of the hot tea, and a coldness appeared in his blood-colored eyes.

"It seems that he has the strength to conquer the Grandmaster." He thought of the speculation brought by the coroner, and his heart was also a little shocked.

The first reaction was that the person in the capital of Noxus had tracked down something and was ready to take over the Blood Cliff.

After an all-night investigation, it seemed to be a mistake.

But what is certain is that someone has intervened in this matter.

"Grandmaster?"

The tall man heard this, his eyes flickered, and the clear lens reflected the crimson light.

A strong man who has stepped into the Grandmaster realm of the road of skills happened to participate in their affairs.

It is definitely not simple!

You should know that among the many forces on the Valoran continent, it is also rare to have stepped into the Grandmaster realm.

"Are you doubting me?"

Then the tall man responded with a look of shock and anger.

"If it weren't for the Hextech weapon you gave us, we would have caught her long ago." The old man in brocade put down the teacup, his tone was cold, and he didn't distinguish his emotions.

"We can't let this place be exposed, otherwise you and I can't survive."

"I can tell you for sure that it's not me." The tall man said firmly.

"So, there really is an outsider who intervened?" The old man in brocade leaned back in his chair and gently tidied the wool blanket on his legs.

"On Blood Cliff, my territory."

The blood-red candlelight fell, reflecting a solemn and wrinkled face.

"Hehe." The old man in brocade clothes laughed softly, and his blood-red eyes reflected the chemical vessels piled on the ground in front of him.

"I'll give you a gift!"

He clapped his hands, and a huge thing covered in a black cloth bag was placed on the ground.

"This strong test subject may meet some of your experimental requirements."

"Woo woo!"

Hearing the voice of the old man in brocade clothes, the thing in the black cloth bag began to shake, as if it was afraid of something, and made a struggling sound.

Crackling!

The blue light flashed, like lightning, and the thing in the black cloth bag.

In an instant, the things inside quieted down.

"Is it him?" The tall man squatted down, opened the black cloth bag, and saw the face of the captain of the personal guard, frowning slightly.

"Just use it as waste!"