No, where does this portal come from?

The air quality in Dicheng is really bad!

After being used to breathing fresh air, breathing the air here is like breathing the exhaust gas from a factory!

"Is this the air that the people of Dicheng breathe every day?"

Lin Yan looked at the people around him in Dicheng who were laughing and breathing freely without masks, and sighed in his heart.

"It seems we need to speed up the renovation of the base city..." Lin Yan narrowed his eyes slightly: "As for the starting point..."

Soon, he had a goal in mind.

— Jira Mann.

He remembered that in order to discharge the exhaust gas from the Piltover factory to the lower city, the Gilaman family specially developed an exhaust gas purification device.

However, due to maintenance and funding issues, the Gilaman family no longer took care of it.

This led to the miasma spreading all over the city.

If you want to solve the problem of air purification in Bocheng from the root, the best plan is to start with the Jiraman family.

While he was thinking, Lin Yan had already staggered to the Fugen Tavern, stepping on the water stains dripping from the drainpipe.

Push open the door of the tavern.

The oak door hinges groaned...

The pub hall, which should have been bustling, was now bathed in amber light. The aroma of whiskey barrels, mixed with jazz piano music played on the record player, flowed quietly between the empty tables and chairs.

From this perspective, the quiet pub has a unique flavor.

Under the light, Vander's rough fingertips were stroking the wine glass with a cupcloth, and the light reflected from the glass cast shadows of varying depths on his brow.

The vibration of the brass bell at the door caused the cupcloth in his hand to pause for half a second.

"Closed tonight," he said to the air.

After saying that, seeing that the visitor didn't move, he continued to repeat it with some impatience.

"I said, we're closed tonight."

"Please come back next time."

After he finished speaking, seeing that the visitor still did not move, Vander frowned, put down the glass in his hand and looked at the visitor.

After seeing that it was Lin Yan, Fandel was stunned at first: "Lin...Mr. Lin?!"

After a moment of stunned silence, Vander hurried towards Lin Yan.

As he hurriedly walked around the bar, he knocked over a high stool nearby.

The edge of the leather apron she was wearing was dripping water because it had hit the bucket on the high stool.

"Please take a seat!"

A thick palm slammed down on the nearest round marble table, causing the alchemical lamp above his head to shake slightly.

At this moment, the malt aroma of the dark beer suddenly became stronger.

Turning around, he saw that at the same time as he knocked over the stool, he had also opened the draft beer tap in a panic, causing the beer to spill all over the floor.

"...why don't you clean up first?"

Looking at the bar in front of him which had gone from tidy to messy, Lin Yan's mouth twitched.

Then he picked up the glass and walked to the tap where beer was still flowing to get a glass of beer.

Looking at Vander who was busy mopping the floor, supporting benches, and wiping tables, Lin Yan tried to go forward to help, but Vander pressed him on the table with a tough attitude and told him that these things should be done by him, the "shop owner".

Since that was the case, Lin Yan was happy to relax. He picked up the rye beer beside him and sat aside to savor it carefully.

The wine in the bottom city is stronger than that in the upper city, and strong liquor is consumed by people everywhere. This is one of the reasons why the nobles in the upper city send people to the bottom city to buy strong liquor at a low price.

One sip and you’ll be greeted by a full aroma of malt.

While savoring the aroma of malt, Lin Yan could also feel that the alcohol content of the beer was definitely not low!

By the time Vander finished cleaning up, Lin Yan's glass of wine had just finished.

Before he could put down the wine glass, Vander came out of the basement holding an oak barrel, placed it in front of Lin Yan, and began to introduce it to him.

"Mr. Lin, this is the red wine I brewed when I opened the Fugen Tavern ten years ago. It's unopened. Please try it."

After saying that, Vandel poured the red wine from the oak barrel into the decanter and set it aside to decant quietly.

He then got several different drinks from the bar and made cocktails for Lin Yan.

This time, Vander called him over not only because he wanted to thank Lin Yan in person, but also because he wanted Lin Yan to taste his cooking skills.

Having been a bartender for so many years, Vandel’s skills are no exception.

Although there are no fancy moves, the professional process is something that many bartenders do not have.

Not only that, but Vandel was also very sensible.

Every time he made a cocktail, he only made a small one for Lin Yan.

Without getting Lin Yan drunk, he can also taste the flavors of different drinks mixed together.

This is exactly how Vandel treats his guests.

Melodious music accompanied by various drinks, the two chatted as if they were talking about family matters.

Gradually, the sky grew darker.

Just as the two of them sighed with joy...

Jingle Bell--

"Sorry, not tonight..."

Before he finished speaking, a thin figure flashed to Vandel's side and whispered anxiously, "Boss... I received news that Golask's men have kidnapped Sevika..."

The cocktail spoon made a crisp clinking sound on the rim of the glass, and the overhead light on the bar created tiny spots of light in the amber liquor.

"..." Vandel remained silent, his clenched knuckles turning pale blue.

His Adam's apple rolled as he swallowed his anger back into his chest. His gaze lingered on Lin Yan's face for a moment. He took a deep breath and whispered to his younger brother beside him, "I understand. You go down first."

"Yes."

After the messenger disappeared into the shadows of the bar's back alley, Vander forced a smile at Lin Yan and continued to mix the cocktail, but without the previous lightness.

Lin Yan watched Vander's somewhat mechanical and repetitive movements.

The sharp edges of the ice in the wine glass slowly melted in his palm, the rhythm of the shaking of the shaker seemed sluggish, and he was not even aware that the water droplets condensed on the bar had wet his cuffs.

The sound pressure of the conversation between the two was very low, but to Lin Yan, whose senses were different from those of ordinary people, it was just like normal conversation.

Looking up at Vander, whose movements had slowed considerably and who was clearly distracted, Lin Yan stood up and patted Vander's shoulder gently: "Hey, Vander."

Lin Yan clasped his hands around the man's tense shoulders. "My men are in the enemy camp, their lives hanging in the balance, and you're here making me drinks? This isn't the style of a proper boss."

"But..." Vandel wanted to explain, but was interrupted by Lin Yan's wave of his hand.

"Okay, no need to explain."

"As your trade advisor, anyone who interferes with our future trade plans will be my enemy."

"Next - just lead the way!" Lin Yan pushed the untouched wine into the shadow.

He took a deep breath, letting his Qi flow through his five internal organs, and instantly sobered up from the alcohol. "Let's go, Vandel. Before Golask can tear Sevika apart..."

Chapter 21 Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Are you afraid of death?

Golask Boulevard, a dancing corridor in the upper levels of Zaun.

It is also a relatively prosperous commercial area in Zaun.

Renata's perfume factory is located here.

The streets here do not have the pungent smells compared to those in the dark alleys and gutter areas. Instead, the whole street is fragrant.

Visitors who have just arrived often mistakenly believe that the refreshing aroma comes from the numerous perfume workshops. However, they do not know that each dark red brick seam is embedded with the exclusive "gift" of Golask Industry.

Copper pipes meander along the street dome, with brass spouts carved with rose patterns appearing every thirty steps.

Whenever the steam boiler hummed, a lavender mist would spread out, carrying a small amount of secret medicine.

The secret medicine her parents researched had the main effect of forcing a person to stay alive at the moment of death, but the price was that it would cause the survivor to become mentally excited and develop a pathological dependence on the rescuer.

Renata's parents have devoted most of their lives to improving the secret medicine, and Renata scoffs at her parents' pedantic idea of ​​improving the side effects of the secret medicine.

side effect?

NONONO~~

In Renata's opinion, this is clearly not a side effect! It is a gift from God!

With this idea in mind, Renata officially took over this secret medicine after her parents died.

After she took over, not only did she not try to eliminate the side effects of the secret medicine, but she also refined its mind-control properties to become even more pure.

It was precisely by utilizing this characteristic that Renata was able to transform the bankrupt Golask into the top force in the city in a short period of time.

At this moment, they were in the luxurious private room of the Gorask Ballroom.

A crystal chandelier casts warm golden light onto the silver dinner plates.

Renata was enjoying the melodious music, and was elegantly cutting the medium-rare steak carefully cooked by her private chef with the knife and fork in her hand.

The juices oozing from between the meat fibers blend with the black pepper sauce, exuding an enticing aroma in the room.

Not far from her, Sevica had a steak of the same size in front of him.

However, compared to Renata who was enjoying the delicious food, Sevika just leaned back in his chair, staring sharply at Renata not far away, completely ignoring the delicious steak in front of him.

rustling—

Renata gracefully picked up the napkin on the table, gently wiped the sauce from the corner of her mouth, and then raised the goblet to take a sip.

"Hmm~ The red wine from Noxus still tastes good~"

"I heard that Ms. Sevika is also someone who understands wine? Would you like to try the wine from Noxus?" Renata raised her glass and invited.

"I'm not used to the wine here." Sevica refused without thinking.

Renata wasn't angry at Sevica's rejection: "If you don't try it, how do you know if you're not used to it?"

"Try? Madam Golask, some things don't even need to be tried!" Sevica said pointedly, "Just like this glass of wine, all I smell is the smell of iron stubble!"

"Rather than enjoying the drinks from Noxus here, I prefer to drink the drinks mixed by my boss himself."

Waver, who was standing by, heard the words and his knuckles cracked, but before he could take a step, he was stopped by Renata's delicate prosthetic limb.

“Sevika, since you don’t plan to work for Golask Industries, I won’t force you, and I won’t be rude to you.

If you want to leave, you can leave at any time.

But before you leave, you need to tell me something..."

"what's up?"

“My men have discovered that the recent changes in Vandel and Hilko are closely related to one person.

Tell me, where is that person?" Renata's eyes were fixed on Sevika, her straight posture extremely oppressive.

"If I don't give you an accurate answer today, will I be unable to leave you?"

Sevika looked up at the oppressive Renata Golask, with a neither humble nor arrogant expression on his face.

"...Sevika, I think you misunderstood something."

"I didn't give you a choice on this matter."

"If you don't want to answer proactively, then we can try a more efficient way of communicating."

Renata suddenly leaned forward, and a dangerous sweetness floated in the lingering scent of perfume.

Deep pink eyes met Sevica's gaze. "Believe me, it's definitely more... memorable than Noxian red wine."

Seeing that Sevica was unmoved, Renata raised her head with a cold face and a gloomy expression.

At some point, she had a bottle of bright pink perfume in her hand...

The metal prosthesis gradually gained strength.