Noxus Glory

Chapter 91 Unexpected Encounters: Tavern Exploration

Deep inside the slum, in a dark, damp, and foul-smelling alley.

Is this the place?

Huo Jixing pointed to the building in front of him that could not be called a house, looking puzzled.

Most of the surrounding earthen and stone walls had collapsed, and some open areas were covered with tattered linen. Old wooden doors were crookedly blocking the entrances.

DeWitt frowned, looking around at his surroundings with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

Finally, he examined his route and said bitterly, "According to the direction Moore mentioned, it should be here."

Huo Jixing gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his eyes cold.

The Second Battle of Freljord has been over for quite some time, and the Empire's compensation payments have long been distributed.

He remembered that he had already submitted the names of Moore, Eric, and others, and had even told Wilson that the money should be issued as soon as possible.

So what does the current situation mean?

cough!cough!cough!

Just then, a violent coughing sound rang out, as if someone was about to cough up blood, drawing everyone's attention.

Huo Jixing suppressed his emotions, stepped forward, and his cold gaze pierced through the cracks in the wall to see the scene inside the dilapidated room.

In a dimly lit corner of the room, an old woman, thin as a bone, was coughing with her head bowed, holding a child who looked almost like a skeleton in her arms.

If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, Huo Jixing would have suspected that the child had already starved to death.

Beside the elderly woman was something resembling a dark gray mound, upon which rested a dirty stone bowl, its rim riddled with chips.

In the dim light, Huo Jixing's vision was limited, and he could only vaguely see the sticky food in the bowl.

The color is grayish-black, with faint traces of soil and leaves mixed in.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the old woman scoop out some grayish-black food with her fingers and put it into the child's mouth, letting the hungry child suck and swallow it.

After the child finishes eating, the elderly woman repeats the above actions until the child is full.

"call!"

Huo Jixing took a deep breath, his crimson eyes flashing, and listened intently.

He overheard the breathing of the person following him suddenly quicken, and their emotions became somewhat unstable.

Huo Jixing gripped the hilt of his knife tightly with his left hand, his veins bulging. The person following behind him maintained his breathing rhythm until they arrived at the door of the alley and saw what was happening inside.

"Afraid of us seeing them? Or are they worried about something?" Huo Jixing wondered to himself.

After thinking for a moment, he looked at DeWitt in front of him and instructed, "Take the gift inside and see what's going on, but don't mention Moore yet."

After DeWitt went inside, he heard sounds coming from inside.

Huo Jixing turned around quickly, his steps as swift as the wind, instantly covering a distance of more than ten meters and stepping into the dark alley.

Korda, standing beside him, looked at the departing Hojixing with a surprised expression.

He immediately realized what was happening, drew his sword from his waist, and stood at the doorway of the dilapidated room.

Click!

Huo Jixing stretched out his arm, his right hand like a knife, and easily sliced ​​open the earthen and stone wall in front of him.

He then reached behind the wall, grabbed the man's throat, and dragged him out of the shadows.

Huo Jixing lowered his gaze, staring coldly at the middle-aged man struggling on the ground.

The other person was not tall, had a dark and fierce face, and a black mole at the corner of his eye, making him look somewhat shrewd and mercenary.

Upon seeing Huo Jixing's appearance, he struggled even more fiercely, but under the immense grip, he began to gasp for breath, his face turning red.

"I ask, you answer, do you understand?"

Huo Jixing released his right hand, squatted down in front of the middle-aged man, and immediately asked after seeing him nod.

"Why are you following us?"

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The middle-aged man first started panting heavily, then his gaze swept around and landed on the long knife at Huo Jixing's waist. Thinking of the scene of him just chiseling through the wall with his bare hands, his expression changed.

"This is Grey Wolf Gang territory!"

"I saw that you were outsiders and was worried that something might happen, so I came along to check on you."

Huo Jixing laughed silently; he was indeed a shrewd and cunning person.

In just a few sentences, he directly revealed his identity and the powerful backer behind him, and also made his position clear, saying that he had followed them because he was worried about them getting into trouble.

"The Gray Wolf Gang?" Huo Jixing said casually, seemingly somewhat surprised.

"Yes, I am Raoul from the Grey Wolf Gang."

"Sorry, I haven't heard of it, and I don't want to know."

Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, Huo Jixing interrupted him, looking at him coldly.

"Now, disappear from my sight immediately!"

Upon seeing Huo Jixing release his right hand, Luo Er covered his neck with both hands, got up in a disheveled state, and hurriedly left, ignoring the dirty water on his body.

Korda, still holding the sharp blade, strode over, hesitated, and remained silent.

Huo Jixing shook his head slightly, patted Korda on the shoulder, indicating that he had his own considerations.

He certainly saw the malicious look in Rol's eyes as he left, but he was also somewhat looking forward to what surprise gift the other party would bring.

He had just finished dealing with this when he turned around and saw DeWitt walking out of the dilapidated room, looking gloomy, with some gray-black stains on his clothes.

Huo Jixing paused, gently dusting off his thick robe with his left hand, not daring to take out the blood-stained suicide note.

He feared this was the mother and child's last hope.

"Find a place where we can gather information," Huo Jixing said to DeWitt, then, as if remembering something, added a word of advice.

"Don't do it on the Grey Wolf Gang's territory."

DeWitt's eyes were somber as he silently nodded.

Although he had been away from home for three years, he had vaguely heard of the Grey Wolf Gang when he was in the slums.

"Korda, you stay here," Huo Jixing instructed, somewhat worried about the mother and son in the room.

"Be careful. If anything unexpected happens, immediately identify yourself."

In the current Noxian capital, the identity of a Noxian scout is still quite useful.

After all, it was an elite battle group that Darius brought from the northern border, and many people were still very wary of this powerful military force.

The outer layer of the slum, near the high wall of the Immortal Fortress.

Under the biting winter wind, a tavern with gray bricks and blue tiles sat in the corner, its crimson flag fluttering in the wind.

Crunch!

Huo Jixing pushed open the thick wooden door, and a warm, fiery atmosphere rushed out, dispelling the winter chill.

The air was filled with the aroma of wine and meat, along with a great deal of noise and cold, sweeping gazes.

However, upon seeing the blades at the waists of Huo Jixing and DeWitt, their unbridled gazes softened somewhat, though they still looked at them with curiosity about the outsiders' identities.

Led by DeWitt, Huo Jixing walked to the blackwood bar and sat down.

"Gentlemen, would you like something?"

The bartender raised his angular, wrinkled face, his brown hair disheveled over his forehead, and his deep eyes scrutinized the outsider before him.

Their identities were too easy to discern.

First of all, they have an aura that keeps strangers at bay; they don't look like people from the slums.

Their neat clothes and the sharp blade hanging at their waist strongly suggest they are Noxian soldiers stationed nearby.

Huo Jixing's gaze fell on the tavern; business seemed pretty good.

Several tables were already full of people, with meat and drinks laid out on them, and a scantily clad waitress moving between the tables.

Those sitting around were mostly people who appeared to be competitive and aggressive.

They were either drinking and making a ruckus, tapping on the table, or glancing at the bar, as if waiting for something.

"Bring some drinks and meat," Huo Jixing said, placing a silver coin on the black wooden bar counter.

Silver and copper coins are commonly used in the Noxian Empire, while gold coins are used less frequently. The exchange rate is one to ten, which is about what he expected.

He took a lot of silver coins with him when he left the camp.

"Okay, just a moment!" The bartender put away the silver coins and said respectfully, then walked behind the bar and shouted loudly to the kitchen.

Huo Jixing and DeWitt weren't in a hurry, so they sat at the bar and chatted casually.

Perhaps because of what he had just seen and heard in the dark alley, even though DeWitt had met his family, he wasn't very interested in chatting.

Soon, drinks and food were served and placed in front of us.

"Hmm?" Huo Jixing took a sip of the wine, frowned slightly, and casually put down the glass.

The drinks were really bad, poorly made, and not as good as the spirits that Kree served.

The meat dishes were surprisingly good, consisting of boiled meatballs and roasted chunks of meat, and the taste was decent.

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(End of this chapter)