The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

Old Town

The imperial capital of Noxus has always lived in the shadows, the shadow of the Immortal Bastion.

The huge metal fortress is like a silent giant, coldly looking down on everything in the imperial capital.

Lothar felt pain in his body. The existence of the Immortal Fortress blocked the morning sun. He hid in a thick cloak, concealed his appearance and figure, and walked unobtrusively through the old city.

The history of the Immortal Fortress is even longer than that of Noxus itself, and the Noxus imperial capital was built on its ruins.

After many years of reconstruction and repairs by the Noxus, the appearance of the imperial capital has become a layered structure, and many areas are even below the surface, where the sun is out of sight all year round.

This is the gathering place for the eliminated.

Noxus is an empire where the strong are respected regardless of their background. It is not just about force, but also those who show talent in any field such as business, politics, and invention can be given status and respect.

On the contrary, those without talent can’t even afford basic food and clothing.

Lothar walked carefully, always on guard against the people around him.

The outcasts of these societies have no residence, so they can only wander in the old city, living a day-to-day life. They have no job or source of income, and basically they can only find food in the garbage dump.

Lothar observed the eyes of this group of people. Most of them looked numb and slack, disheveled, yellow and emaciated, sitting or lying on rags.

Different from the hurried pace of life in other parts of the imperial capital, the old city seemed to be dead, lifeless.

Swain reminded that there are quite a lot of desperadoes and hooligans in the old city of Losar, as well as many black industries and criminal organizations. A person who has no pride and ability to rashly enter the old city is no different from courting death.

Fortunately, Lothar was dressed very poorly, and the cloak on his body was also torn into tatters on purpose. He probably didn’t have anyone interested in snatching his things.

But even so, within an hour or two of Lothar’s arrival in the old city, he still encountered two pickpockets and a robbery, and an old man begged for nothing to ask Lothar to give him the shoes, and even met several times. The prostitutes with heavy makeup came to him with trembling breasts to attract customers.

Unexpectedly, Lothar had no dislike for the people here. They reminded him of the Freljord.

Those Freljord refugees who were suffering from hunger and cold were no different from them. They all tried their best to survive in order to survive.

Lothar shook his head and threw away these messy thoughts. He still has a lot of problems that he can’t solve even for himself, and he really doesn’t have any extra sympathy to give to strangers.

There was an envelope in his arms, which was the proof that he came to find someone.

“The assassination teacher that Swain arranged for me… who could it be?” Lothar remembered the experience of being brought to Swain by someone, even though Swain hadn’t told him the identity of that person, Lothar Sa also probably guessed that it must be a very strong assassin.

The roads in the old city have been reconstructed and complicated for hundreds of years. I heard that some officials in Noxus once wanted to draw a map of the old city, but because of the labyrinth-like road planning, this idea finally fell through.

However, Lothar had a map of the old city in his hand, which was given to him by Swain.

Turning, turning, going down, turning, drilling into the secret passage… Lothar mechanically followed the directions on the map to shuttle through the old city. At the beginning, he could still see crowds, but later he arrived at a place where there was almost no trace of living people. Thick moss had piled up on the ground, and the stone walls were full of cracks, where mice and bats made their nests, and the smell of damp and decay filled the surroundings.

“I hope the teacher Swain finds for me is not some maggot-infested tramp…” Lothar prayed silently.

He walked down the street. The housing conditions here were so bad that even the homeless in the old city didn’t want to live there. Every step Lothar took, there would be a few frightened insects and rats scurrying about.

Finally, Lothar saw the place Swain said.

It was a rather large old stone house, which looked like it had several floors from the outside, but the condition was even worse than the abandoned house where Swain lived.

There is also a well next to the stone house, the bottom is pitch black, and I don’t know if it has dried up.

Lothar took out the letter from his pocket and threw it into the well.

The letter disappeared in the darkness, and there was no sound of landing or falling into the water.

“It’s not like nobody’s here…” Lothar stood and waited for a whileBoy, nothing happened.

Just when Lothar was thinking about whether he had found the wrong place, there was a dull sound, and the door of the stone house opened.

It was pitch black behind the door, no one came out, and no light spilled out.

“Mysterious…” Lothar muttered and walked into the stone house.

Just as Lothar stepped over the threshold with his heels, he felt a sudden feeling of being pressed against a hard object on his neck.

It’s the blade.

Lothar stopped tactfully, he was waiting for the person with the knife behind him to speak.

There was a silence.

“Do I have to speak first?” Lothar said with some embarrassment, “I believe you have read it, do you have any questions?”

A deep man’s voice came from behind Lothar, who sounded not too old: “The general asked you to come.”

“Was General Swain a general before?” Lothar thought.

“Yes, that old guy asked me to come.” Lothar reached out and touched the knife on his neck. “Can you put it down before talking?”

“Don’t be disrespectful to the general!” The man’s voice was a little harsh.

“Okay, okay…”

The man was silent for a while, and let Lothar go.

Lothar turned his head, and there was a man also wearing a cloak standing behind him, his face was completely covered by the shadow of the hood, and he couldn’t see clearly.

“I don’t understand why the general gave me such a task.” The man put the blade in his sleeve, and held the opened envelope in one hand.

“Well… I don’t quite understand what that guy is thinking…” Lothar shrugged.

The man raised his head slightly, and Lothar felt his eyes under the hood staring at him.

“Follow me.” The man dropped the words, ignored Lothar and walked straight into the depths of the stone house.

“Don’t you want to light a lamp?” Lothar followed, and the stone house was getting darker and darker. Even with Lothar’s eyesight, it was basically impossible to see things clearly.

The man walked without footsteps at all, and there was no smell on his body. After walking for a while, Lothar realized that he could not find him.

Just when Lothar was about to shout out, he suddenly heard the sound of some mechanism turning, and then he fell straight down with his feet empty.

Lothar fluttered in the air in a hurry. He fell about a few meters and landed on the ground with a plop.

“Ouch…It hurts me to death…” Lothar rubbed his butt and stood up. He found that the environment he was in now was completely different from the dilapidated stone house above.

This place is very spacious, the walls and floor are clean and tidy, several oil lamps brighten the space.

Several chapters of wooden tables were lined up one by one, some of which were placed with books, and some with potted plants. All kinds of flowers and plants unknown to Lothar exuded a pleasant aroma, which washed away the musty smell in the air.

“The basement…”

“You are a rookie.” The man in the cloak stood behind Lothar at some point, “I have never practiced physical or assassination techniques before.”

Lothar turned around: “If I would, why would I still come to you?”

With that said, Lothar wanted to take off the hood, but was stopped by the man.

“I don’t want to know your identity. Likewise, I won’t tell you who I am.” The man said, “I will only teach you blade martial arts according to the general’s instructions.”

“It seems like a dead brain…” Lothar thought to himself.

Lothar rubbed his butt: “I always know what to call you, right?”

The man was silent for a while: “Call me Daofeng.”

Section 80

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“Cry again! If you cry again, I will leave you in the old city!”

——Noxus often used words to bluff children