She had been to the Shadow Isle once, and it was taken by Lothar's companions, that was her generation

A terrifying memory that no one can forget, even now, Da Ya occasionally dreams of the terrifying wave of the dead

The tide rushed towards her, biting her to the bone.

"Miss Fortune! Are you really going to Shadow Isle!" Da Ya's voice was full of tears. She grabbed Sarah's sleeve and begged, "Can you not go? It's not a place for people!"

"Don't worry." Sarah reassured, "I didn't say I would take you there, we just planned to bring a few good players to the island."

Da Ya hurriedly said, "I'm very good at it!"

Sarah said in confusion: "Do you want to land on the island or not?"

Da Ya faltered: "That... I just came back, I want to give some credit..."

Sarah understood what Daya was thinking, she wanted to express herself.

Daya had withdrawn from Sarah's plan to assassinate Plank, and now she has returned to Bilgewater in despair, fearing that Sarah will doubt her loyalty and ability. Now that Da Ya has returned to Sarah's subordinates, she is eager to give Sarah the credit now. Sarah could easily guess what Daya was thinking, because it was the most common value in Bilgewater—you have to show your worth if you want to hide under someone's roof. ?

Favors and promises are far less convincing and reassuring than interests in this extra-judicial place.

Unless Daya herself feels that she is valuable to Miss Fortune, no matter how Sarah verbally says that she will not give up Daya, she will never sleep soundly.

"Okay, I see." Sarah said to Daya, "Then I'll give you a task now."

Da Ya listened intently: "You can do whatever you want! As long as you don't go to Shadow Island! I can do anything!"

Sarah smiled: "I'm looking for a strong guy who can go to Shadow Island with us."

Da Ya said suspiciously: "Aren't you more familiar with powerful people than me? I have been away from Bilgewater for a long time, and I don't know what powerful thugs are here now."

"I don't trust them." Miss Fortune hugged her chest and said, "Although I know that many gangs have good guys, but they are not as obedient to me as they are to Planck, I have not fully established my prestige, many People wanted to stab me in the back and take Bilgewater for themselves."

"So you mean..."

"Haven't you been in the market for a while," Sarah explained. "You've probably met some good people, preferably fresh faces from out of town, and any gang in Bilgewater. The kind of people who have no interest, just want to make money."

Da Ya thought for a while: "If you say that, I have really met a foreigner who looks very strong."

"tell me the story."

"He came to the head market a few days ago," Taya said. "He looks like an Ionian."

Sarah glanced at Lothar next to her. He also looked like an Ionian, but Lothar's style was not exactly the same as the more restrained Ionian in Sarah's impression.

"Ionian?" Lothar nodded. "That's quite worth looking forward to. There is no weak Ionian strong. What does he look like? What ability does he use?"

"Why should I tell you?" Da Ya had already seen that her captain and Lothar did not have a good relationship, so she naturally stood on Sarah's side and did not give Lothar a good look.

"So you forgot our past so quickly." Losar looked regretful, "It's ruthless."

Daya blushed with anger. Of course, she couldn't forget the fact that she was checked by Lothar in every part of her body that night, and now she can clearly recall the feeling of Lothar's fingers digging into the deepest part of her body: "You pervert! What are you checking! You obviously want to take advantage of me!"

"At that time, you sneaked into my room to assassinate me, okay?" Lothar said confidently, "A female assassin came into her room, of course I have to check if you have other weapons hidden on your body, lest you succeed. ."

"Who would hide a murder weapon in that kind of place! You poked your hand in!"

"Then you don't know. There is a female assassin in Noxus who is very good at hiding throwing knives in unexpected places. She has red hair like your captain..."

"Don't be disgusting with me." Sarah kicked Lothar. "I'll never hide things in that kind of place in my life."

Lothar smiled, and then said to Da Ya, "Okay, no kidding. If you're not angry enough that I touched you, I'll let you touch it tonight, and the door of my room won't be locked."

"Who wants to touch you!" Da Ya was almost driven mad by Lothar's brazenness, if she didn't know very well that she would never be able to beat Lothar, she would have drawn a knife and rushed forward.

"Okay, Daya." Sarah held down the angry little hot girl, "let's get down to business, the situation of the Ionian."

"Oh." Daya turned her head and continued, "The Ionian looks like he's in his twenties or thirties, he looks a little sloppy, his clothes are tattered, and his hair is black and tied up. braids. He used a knife, a very long, very long knife."

"A swordsman?" Sarah nodded, "Ionia's swordsman is really good, do you know his strength?"

"I don't know." Taya said, "It's just that when I was looking for fat fish in the head market, I saw the swordsman passing by a hanging giant whale. The giant whale fell on his head because the rope was not fastened properly. , just when I thought he was about to be crushed to death... he seemed to have a knife."

"Looks like a knife?"

"I didn't see it clearly, but the giant whale hasn't landed on him yet." Daya swallowed, "it turned into a pile of minced meat."

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One Noxian soldier to ten Shurima militiamen.

One Ionian swordsman equals ten Noxian soldiers.

- Bilgewater Quotes

Chapter 1011: The Ronin (Part 2)

"What are you doing with me?" An Ionian man with a shaggy beard and a decadent look looked at Lothar and the others flatly.

Under Taya's narration, Lothar and Sarah learned that an Ionian swordsman was wandering in the head market recently. They didn't know what they wanted to do, but from Taya's words, he was definitely worth seeing. people.

An Ionian swordsman is still relatively conspicuous in Bilgewater. Ionians advocate tranquility and harmony. Few Ionians are willing to come to such a chaotic and extrajudicial place in Bilgewater. So, without much effort, Losar and the others met the man at the head market.

"It's you..." Rosa said.

The Ionian man raised his eyebrows: "Have we met?"

"It's like having a relationship in Ionia," said Lothar.

"Really...I don't remember." The man lowered his eyebrows. "I've seen too many people, so I can't remember them all."

"Then let's get to know each other from now on." Lothar stretched out his hand to the man, "My name is Lothar."

The man looked at Lothar's hand, but did not shake it.

"It seems that the Ionians are not very polite." Sarah said aside.

The man raised his eyes and glanced at Sarah, who covered her whole body in a cloak: "Li, it's for those who understand manners."

"You think we don't understand etiquette?"

"It's hard to imagine that Bilgewater would understand."

"You're right." Lothar pulled his hand back. "How about we talk somewhere else? We want to give you a job."

"I already have an employer," the man said, "I'm protecting them."

"Oh? Is it? Where is it?"

"They got lost with me."

"What?" Sarah asked suspiciously. "You and your employers got lost?"

Da Ya said disappointedly: "It seems that you are not very competent. You have actually separated from your employer."

The man remained silent and did not refute.

"So you're looking for them?" Lothar asked.

"It has nothing to do with you." The man clasped his arms, still looking like he was refusing people thousands of miles away, "If you have nothing to do, just get out of the way."

"Anyway, you are separated from your employer, how about changing jobs?" Sarah said.

"Oh..." Lothar sighed.

Sarah made a mistake.

She shouldn't let an Ionian go against what he's going to do.

The man's eyes stabbed at Sarah as sharply as a knife: "A contract, is it necessary for the people of Bilgewater?"

"What did you say?" Sarah frowned.

"I abide by my contract. My employers gave me money, and I will abide by it." The man looked back and whispered, "Sure enough, in Bilgewater, everything is **** except for alcohol."

Sarah's eyes grew cold.

Just when Sarah was going to do something, Lothar reached out and blocked Sarah.

"So, you don't know where your employer is, right?" Lothar asked.

The man is silent.

"Then let's make a deal." Lothar laughed, "We will help you find your employers, and you, help us do one thing."

The man stared at Lothar for a while. He didn't ask Lothar what he wanted to do, but first asked, "What ability do you have to help me find them?"

Lothar shrugged: "You can don't believe me, and continue to wander around here like a headless fly, or you can try to cooperate with me, let's go to a nearby pub first? I'll treat you to a drink."

The man pondered for a while: "Okay... Anyway, I'm so poor that it doesn't make sense for you to deceive anything from me."

"That's it." Lothar held out his hand again. "My name is Lothar. Although I look like an Ionian, I am from the Freljord."

"Permafrost in the extreme north?" The man looked at Lothar in surprise.

"You know where? You're well-informed." Lothar laughed.

"I've been fortunate enough to be there," the man said. "It's very hard there, and all those who live there are warriors."

The man stretched out his hand and shook it with Lothar: "My name is Yasuo."

...

The Ionian swordsman Yasuo sat in the private room of the tavern, and after drinking a sip of rum, his expression became slightly drunk: "One side of the water and soil raises the other side, and the other side of the water and soil makes the other side wine, the wine here is really good."

"You can drink whatever you like. I'll invite you. Do you like strippers? I can call you one too."

Lothar said and took Miss Fortune in her arms, but was immediately pushed away by Sarah with a slap.

"So you guys want to go to that place called Shadow Isle." Yasuo shook his glass, "I've heard of it, it's an ominous place."

"That's why we need capable people to accompany us." Rosa said, "There is a place of death, are you afraid?"

"There is nothing to be afraid of. I left Ionia for the sake of wandering. I will go wherever the wind takes me." Yasuo said.

"Are all Ionians so babbling..." Daya muttered in a low voice.

"Then the needs of both parties are very clear." Rosa knocked on the table, "We prove that we can help you find your employers, and you prove your strength, and we can reach an agreement."

"No problem." Yasuo nodded, "Prove it."

Lothar flipped his hand, and a pure white bow suddenly appeared in his hand.

A flash of surprise flashed in Yasuo's eyes, he didn't see exactly when the bow appeared. "Don't be surprised, this is an artifact created by the gods of the Freljord for me." Lothar said, "Its function is very simple, to find life, as long as you imagine the person you are looking for in your mind, it will guide you. ."

"Fantastic." Yasuo commented.

"But there is a premise, I must know who that person is and what he looks like."

"Can't I use it?"

"No, it belongs to me." Lothar stretched out his hand to Yasuo, "but you can think carefully about what your employer looks like, it can indirectly sense your thoughts."

Yasuo grabbed Lothar's hand and began to close his eyes and think.

The pure white hunting bow moved and pointed straight in one direction.

"What a coincidence." Lothar said, "Southeast."

"The direction of Shadow Island." Sarah frowned. "Maybe your employer went to Shadow Island?"

Yasuo opened his eyes: "I don't know what they want to do, I was just hired by them to protect them."

"It seems that our destination is the same." Lothar took back the pure white hunting bow, "Then now, it's time for you to prove your strength."

"Yes." Yasuo seemed to believe Lothar, "How to prove it?"

Lothar pointed to the head market outside the window of the tavern. A beautiful prostitute wearing only a breast curtain attracted the attention of countless people: "Can there be a gust of wind?"

Yasuo narrowed his eyes, staring at Lothar.

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"That whore's **** curtain was blown up by the wind!"

"Wind! Amazing!"

"Wind! Well done! Well done!"

- riots in the head market