Chapter 293 [0290] Competitor

After a tea party, the three "plastic sisters" who seemed to be talking and laughing finally reached an agreement on the division of spoils for this God's Tomb expedition.

However, what they didn't know was that while they were scheming against each other, someone in a tavern in Nashramé had set their sights on the same God's Tomb as them.

"I really didn't expect that the Huangqiu God's Tomb would become a popular tourist attraction?" In front of the bar, a broker who was obviously drunk, holding a cup in one hand and resting his other hand on the shoulder of his companion, muttered incoherently, "What's good there..."

"There's nothing good there. The Huangqiu God's Tomb is a simple burial tomb. There is no gold or silver treasure in it." The person next to him, whose shoulder he rested on, shook his head gently, "Why, is there anyone like me who is asking about the news of the God's Tomb?"

"I can't say, I can't say."

The obviously drunken broker shook his head and tried to look mysterious, but under the influence of alcohol, there seemed to be a problem with his facial management. He looked not only unmysterious, but also like a fool.

His drinking buddy didn't delve into this issue any further, but changed the subject and asked about the changes in Nashram during this period.

"Changes? What changes..." The broker drank the wine in the glass, then put the glass on the bar, making a bang, "Does the female governor of the port find a Noxian pretty boy?"

"It's just a political deal." The drinking buddy saw it clearly, "But Noxus is about to end, I'm afraid our ruthless female governor will have to change her husband again."

"But this has nothing to do with us." The broker's voice lowered again, "But if she really needs a broker husband, I'm not incompetent..."

Hearing this, the drinking buddy showed an awkward but polite smile on his face. He put the glass to his mouth and sipped the tequila, a specialty of Nashram, in the glass. He waited until the broker's daydream was over before speaking again.

"If the husband of the female governor also holds elections like Piltover, I will definitely vote for you, okay." The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a not-so-bright smile. It seemed that because he hadn't smiled for too long, he seemed to have forgotten how to smile, so this smile looked particularly awkward. "Okay, my old friend, tell me about those colleagues who went to the Tomb of the Gods in the Desolate Hills."

"Brokers will not sell out customer information." Although he was almost drunk, the broker still maintained his bottom line, "I got a large sum of - hiccup - commission from them!"

"This order is worth a hundred orders at ordinary times!"

"It's worth the time I spent arranging..."

"Don't ask, I won't tell!"

"Good wine...good wine!"

"..."

"..."

Seeing that the broker seemed to be really drunk and his speech had become incoherent, the drinking buddy took out a gold coin from his waist pocket and called the bartender.

"Arrange a room for him and let him have a good rest." He whispered, "By the way, who is the most expensive guide here?"

"The most expensive?" The bartender took the gold coin and blinked his eyes. "The most expensive guide... It's hard to say, but if a part-time guide can be considered, it must be Sivir."

"Sivir?"

"Mercenary Queen!" The young bartender showed a fiery expression, "A real beauty, strong and good at fighting, hehehe..."

Mr. Drinker nodded and stuffed the gold coin into the bartender's hand.

Then, just as he turned around to get his package and was about to leave the tavern, the broker lying on the bar suddenly retched.

Worried that his old friend would drown in the wine, the drinking buddy had to stop and straighten him up.

And in the process, the broker seemed to be mumbling incoherently.

What "let it go", what "no one knows", what "live a good life", he kept repeating over and over again.

The drinking buddy couldn't help but sigh when he heard this. After straightening the broker, he spoke in an almost imperceptible voice: "I won't stop. My hatred has not been eliminated, and my pain is still tormenting... But, old man, don't worry about me. The desert recognizes me."

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If the goddess of fate really exists, then she must be a bad character. In Nashram, the Tomb of the Gods of the Desolate Hills has never been visited by anyone in the past, but this time, it is not just these two groups of people who are eyeing it.

At the end of the tea party and the cocktail party, a passenger ship from Piltover - oh, now it should be called Piltover Port in Vazouan - officially arrived in Nashram.

The Nashram envoy who went to Piltover to watch the ceremony returned.

At the port of Nashram, a little yellow-haired boy who had just passed the first batch of "Vazouan Municipal Shurima Archaeological Protection and Civilization Renaissance Association" exams and officially obtained an archaeological action permit squeezed out of the crowd like a flexible fish.

This guy who had just finished his university studies, after squeezing out of the port, looked at the replica of the sun disk in the city of Nashrameh, and finally let out a long sigh.

Pinning a medal representing the official membership of the "Vazuan Municipal Shurima Archaeology Protection and Civilization Revitalization Association" on his chest, Ezreal decided to find out some information and see if there was anything worth exploring around Nashrameh.

Don't go too far, as your budget is limited; don't go too close, as this exploration must yield enough results - preferably a site that everyone knows about but can't do anything about!

After all, I have a unique door-opening skill, and I can easily go back and forth between the sites that others are helpless to do!

With this view, the little yellow-haired boy decided to find a hotel to stay in first, and then ask the waiter if there is any place near Nashrameh that meets his requirements.

In this way, Ezreal, with his head held high, found a hotel that looked good. After checking in, he chatted with the waiter who took him to the room with great interest.

The narcissistic Mr. Ezreal obviously didn't notice the waiter's hint of rubbing his fingers several times, but just showed the medal on his chest - maybe he actually noticed it, but considering the limited budget, he was not willing to spend extra money on such a place.

Finally, the waitress, who was annoyed by his pestering, changed her expression. She looked at Ezreal with an offensive look, snorted rudely, and then said something stiffly.

"The Tomb of the Gods of the Desolate Hills, if you are not afraid of death, you can try it."

Karlja's small classroom·Vazuan Municipal Shurima Archaeological Protection and Civilization Revitalization Association:

This association with a long name is an organization that replaced the former Piltover Explorers Association. Unlike the Explorers Association, this organization has strict requirements for its members and prohibits any destructive excavation and cultural relics trafficking.

Of course, protective excavation and non-destructive development are still allowed.

PS. I'm sorry, I came back very late tonight, and the last two chapters were delayed until the second half of the night...

To express my apology, I will add another chapter tomorrow!

In addition, are the chapter comments on Qidian gone?