Lothar looked down and saw the little blue yordle at the bottom of the bed holding his trident smirking.

"Fuck you!" Olaf yelled angrily, reaching out to grab Fitz.

But Fitz's slippery was unparalleled, and no matter how Olaf caught him, he couldn't touch Fitz, and the berserker was so angry that he wanted to go mad.

"Okay, Olaf, he's a friend." Lothar threw an ice block at Olaf's face to calm him down. "Introduce him, he's Fizz, the yordle Fitz."

"Ugly guy..." Olaf ate the ice into his stomach, looking at Fitz who was sticking out his tongue at him, his teeth itch with anger.

"Fiz, he is Olaf. Although he has a bad temper, he is a good person." Rosa said.

Fitz jumped on Lothar's shoulders, sitting and dangling his legs: "Hee hee hee, I know, he looks dumb, he must not be a bad guy."

"Are you **** scolding Lao Tzu or praising Lao Tzu."

"Speaking of business." Lothar touched Fiz's head. Fitz's body was slippery than Nami's, and it felt like a piece of soap soaked in water. "Did I ask you to help?"

"Fiz likes to help friends the most!" Fitz jumped into the closet on the side of the room and hooked the handle with a trident to open it.

In the wardrobe is half a big shark face with fangs. Because the wardrobe is too small, only the small half of the face of the dragon shark that was squeezed into it can be seen, not even the eyes, only a few big white teeth.

"Fuck!" Olaf almost threw an axe, "There's a shark in the closet!"

Lothar was also stunned: "How did you put the dragon shark in the closet... Yordles are really elusive creatures..."

Fitz patted the dragon shark's teeth and said to Losar: "The big shark wants to thank you for saving it, but it worked very hard to help you!"

The dragon shark nodded very humanely, the fangs in his mouth loosened slightly, and he spat out a few boxes from the gap between his teeth.

Lothar froze the saliva on them, picked them up, opened them, and said in surprise, "You are too efficient. You have stolen so many things from intelligence merchants."

"It is my duty to help friends!" Fitz said with his hips on his hips, and the dragon shark also clenched his teeth twice in agreement.

Taking advantage of Olaf's efforts to study how a dragon shark was stuffed into the wardrobe, Lothar carefully read the information that Fizz brought him.

After Lothar rescued the dragon shark last night, Fitz said he was willing to repay him with the dragon shark, so Lothar offered to ask them to help collect information about the major gangs in Bilgewater.

"There are too many gangs in Bilgewater. In addition to the Hook Gang, there are actually dozens of them, and the ingredients are all mixed..." Lothar looked at one by one, and couldn't help but marvel at the mix of fish and dragons in Bilgewater. Even here There are also two gangs behind the scenes of the Ionians.

But this time Lothar was looking for a Noxian.

Sure enough, Lothar found it.

"The Viper Gang..." Lothar looked at the information in his hand, "The funds come from Noxus, and most of the members are city-states conquered by Noxus... Could it be Elise's power in Piraeus... But Elise probably wouldn't name her gang after the image of a viper..."

Lothar suddenly discovered something very interesting.

The second head of the Viper Gang, whose surname is Kisera.

Elise's last name.

Elise married Zaafan, the eldest son of the Zaafan family at the time, who changed her surname several hundred years ago. After her husband died, although Elise had limited contact with her own family on the surface, she was a common talker between the two families. Lothar still remembers attending the Kisera family dinner with Elise and Katerina, and dancing at that ball...

"Damn it, I remember bad memories." Lothar shook his head and looked at the darkening sky outside the window. "I hope tonight's nightmare won't be about that female spider."

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It was getting dark, and some family members returned quickly.

- Bilgewater saying

Chapter three hundred and eighty spiders and nightmares

"Luoji...I love you..."

Lothar woke up from a nightmare.

"Sure enough, I dreamed of that female spider." Lothar shook his head, got out of bed, and walked towards Olaf's room with a pure white hunting bow.

Olaf was sleeping soundly on the bed, and Fitz was drooling on his belly.

Losa woke the two of them up, and Olaf looked resentful: "Fuck, I dreamed that I died of old age comfortably again."

Lothar had seen Olaf's bizarre "nightmare". He didn't say anything. He turned and asked Fitz, who was rubbing his eyes, "What did you dream about?"

"Fiz dreamed that the big shark was dead..." Fitz cried a little, "I don't like this dream."

"No one likes nightmares." Lothar said, "Okay, I asked you to come here tonight to help me catch the source of this nightmare."

Olaf raised his fists: "Okay!"

Fitz also began to gear up: "Bad dream! Stab it to death!"

"Don't worry, wait for the night to be a little later, it's not time to fall asleep yet." Lothar fought against the nightmare demon, knowing that the nightmare is the strongest in the darkest night, but it is also the easiest to find, "Make a plan first."

"What plan do you want! Slash directly!" Olaf began to sharpen his axe.

"The big shark and I are very strong!" Fitz was also not afraid.

Lothar didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and he began to wonder if he should bring these two living treasures here: "It's not that simple, the nightmare may be possessed by the human body, we must identify where he is."

"So what?"

"Use it." Lothar pointed to his pure white hunting bow. "It can help us find out who the enemy is. I will give you a signal. If I don't let you fight, don't shoot."

Fitz looked at the hunting bow in Lothar's hand with great curiosity: "Your weapon is amazing! Fizz likes it! It's very similar to Fizz's trident!"

"Where's the resemblance..." Lothar didn't see it. No matter the shape or material, it was completely different. "But your weapon is really powerful. I rarely see anything that can cut through the ice."

"How can this fork cut through the ice?" Olaf looked at the weapon in Fitz's hand jealously, "Fuck! Both of you have better weapons than Lao Tzu's!"

"Where did you get it?" Lothar was still interested in Fizz's trident.

"Found it!" Fitz laughed.

"picked up...picked up"

"Yeah!" Fitz recalled, "I was swimming in the water one day, and suddenly I saw it!"

Lothar was speechless, and Olaf was so jealous that he scratched the table.

"Yordle people... Sure enough, you can't look at it with human values..." Lothar no longer struggled with this matter, "Okay, the night is almost over, we're going to work, Olaf, follow me, Fizz is hiding it is good."

"Understood!" Fizz turned towards the corner of the room, not knowing where he disappeared, even Lothar couldn't feel it, only the pure white hunting bow could find his position.

Lothar closed his eyes and began to imagine a guy he had seen.

The nightmare demon he saw in Forsborough.

Although it was a nightmare demon possessed by a child, Lothar did not see its true face, but it left Lothar with indelible memories. Lothar now counts on the pure white hunting bow to rely on these memories to find her. The source of the nightmare.

Sure enough, the pure white hunting bow moved.

The target is upstairs.

"Let's go!" Lothar's heart froze, and the demon was indeed entrenched here.

Olaf couldn't hold it any longer, and rushed in front of Lothar, carrying an axe in three or two steps to the second floor.

Suddenly, all the oil lamps in the corridor went out.

"Fuck! It's all dark!" Olaf yelled.

"It may know that we have found it." Lothar's hands lit up with dragon flames, illuminating the surroundings.

"Fuck, when are you going to play with fire?"

"I know a lot now." Lothar looked out the window, the bright moon was still hanging in the sky, "Big man, do you remember what the sky looked like the night we were in Forsbarrow?"

"Let me think about it..." Olaf scratched his head, "It seems to be so dark that the moon, stars, etc. can't be seen."

"Yeah, but why didn't it get completely dark today?" Lothar frowned, and he used the pure white hunting bow to position again, "Yes, it's here..."

"Why do you think so much, just go and chop it up!"

"Well... let's go first."

Following the guidance of the pure white hunting bow, Lothar and Olaf kept walking.

All the guards in the entire villa fainted, all of them had painful expressions and were haunted by nightmares.

The place where the pure white hunting bow finally pointed was Sir Emeldon's room.

"Sure enough, he was possessed?" Lothar said to Olaf, "Don't rush in and cut first, wait for my command."

"understood!"

"Fitz, are you there?"

A blue tentacle emerged from the floor.

"Okay, get ready, I'm going to break the door."

Lothar stepped back slightly and kicked the door hard: "Sir! Are you there!"

As soon as the door was kicked open, Lothar's pupils shuddered.

Sir Emeldon's room was full of cobwebs.

The milky white spider silk filled the room, making it impossible to see what was inside.

"Fuck, what the hell" Olaf tried to chop with an axe, but there was too much spider silk, and cutting a bunch of them didn't do much.

"Get out of the way, I'll burn with fire." Lothar's expression was solemn, the dragon flame in his hand suddenly soared, accompanied by a faint dragon roar, the flames sprayed into the room, and the dense spider web was burned.

"Oh, oh! You're really good!" Olaf bumped into Lothar, "It's time for me! I'll go first!"

Olaf walked into the room first and looked around, but he didn't see the nightmare monster he was expecting, only a bed.

"Big man, don't come forward!" Lothar stopped Olaf, because he could see clearly that there was a figure on the bed.

The pure white hunting bow in Lothar's hand was pointed at him.

Lothar walked forward slowly, and Long Yan burned the spider web beside the bed, revealing the true face of the person lying on the bed.

It was someone Lothar knew.

While in Noxus, Lothar was taken by Elise to a banquet at her mother's house, the Kithera family, where Lothar met the current head of the Kithera family.

Although there was only one relationship, Lothar could never be wrong.

The old man on the bed was the patriarch of the Kisera family, a member of Elise's clan.

"Why is he here?" Lothar stared at the old man with his eyes closed. "Where is Edward Zaafan?"

Kythira, Zaafan.

It's all about Elise's family.

"But Elise is not here." Lothar's expression was solemn. He reached out and touched the old man lightly, and Patriarch Kisera's body immediately shattered, revealing the white insect eggs inside.

"It must have something to do with Elise." Lothar found that the pure white hunting bow in his hand was hanging down, and along with the fragmentation of the old man's body, it lost the trace of the nightmare demon.

Lothar went to locate the nightmare demon again. This time, the pure white hunting bow was located in the far sea.

It is in the same direction as Lothar positioned Elise.

"What the hell, there's no fight." Olaf reluctantly rummaged around in the room, hoping to find a monster to fight with him, but he didn't find anything.

"Lothar!" Fizz jumped out and hugged Lothar's calf. "Others! Everyone else in the house is full of worm eggs! White flowers! So many! Disgusting!"

"Spider... worm eggs... nightmare... bounty..." Lothar's face was ugly, "What's behind this... what does it mean..."

The pure white hunting bow in Lothar's hand pointed straight at the sea.

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"Fuck, I've been busy all night without fighting."

"Then let's fight!"

"Okay! Come on!"

...

after an hour.

"Go to hell! I will never fight you again in this life!"

——Olav, who didn’t even touch Fizzpie for an hour

Chapter 381 Nami's troubles

Nami waited at the slaughtering dock for a long time, but she still did not see any trace of the fortune teller.

"It's strange, has the fortune-teller left?" Nami went to a villa in the mountains with regret.

This villa is a rare luxury building in Bilgewater. The building materials are not made of sea animal bones or rotten boat boards, but cement and stone. The fine appearance is also incompatible with the local architecture.