Once the people from the Silco Family and the Tiger Claw Gang had all left, Durin immediately closed the door. He looked at the small cloth bag containing ten gold cogwheels on the table, his heart filled with unease about the unknown future.
Then, as he thought about it, a bold idea suddenly struck his mind—why not leave today!
The ten gold cogwheels Singed had given him were simply perfect. Why should he foolishly wait another two days? He could go find that guy who made fake documents right now and use the power of money to get his permit and leave Zaun today!
Furthermore, with this money, Durin would also have the ability to join Piltover University in Piltover!
If he was going to go, he might as well go to the best!
Anyway, Zaun was no longer a suitable place for him to stay.
Give Singed a reply in two days? In his dreams!
Thinking of this, Durin immediately stopped hesitating. He packed up all his change of clothes, folded them, and stuffed them into a large bag he carried in his hand.
Of course, the 5 silver lun coins under the bed frame had to be taken too; this was money, it couldn't be left behind.
Durin specifically waited until it was almost past six in the evening, confirming that the streets were filled with workers getting off their shifts.
Only then did he strap on his instrument case, carry the bag of clothes, put on a mask, and walk hurriedly, taking a detour toward the nearby public lift.
After paying the fee, the lift emitted the roar of mechanical gears in operation, ascending from the bottom level to the Entresol Level, and he walked all the way toward Building 31 on the Sixth Street of the South District.
It took about an hour or so before Durin re-entered the bustling indoor market, and by navigating the steel stairs that zigzagged up and down, he finally arrived at the sixth floor.
Then, Durin arrived at an iron door covered in graffiti and rust, with a few crooked characters written on it: Voice of Zaun.
"This is the place." Durin knocked hard on the iron door.
After a while, he heard the sound of machinery turning. Creak—!
The rusty door hinge turned, and the iron door opened.
"Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to come back in three days? It's only the second day!" The blue-haired girl looked Durin up and down with confusion. She was wearing the simplest light blue short-sleeved shirt and black shorts, revealing a pair of straight, fair, long legs that even seemed to emit a crystalline luster. Her long legs were completely devoid of any excess fat, with her thighs and calves forming a golden ratio, while the black shorts perfectly accentuated her round, perky buttocks.
"I need the pass today. I want to go to Piltover immediately!" Durin said with a firm tone.
"Now? Are you crazy! Mister, I said three days, and that means three days!" The blue-haired girl said, moving to close the iron door again.
Durin was quick-witted and immediately reached out to prop it open, half his body already inside. With a fierce look in his eyes, he emphasized again: "I'll pay extra! As long as I can get it today!"
"Pay extra?" The blue-haired girl was stunned for a moment, a suspicious expression appearing on her face. She looked Durin up and down and said: "Fine! Come in then!"
The interior of the room remained the same, with its familiar furnishings, but on the wall covered in colorful graffiti, there was an extra poster and a piece of paper resembling a missing person notice. The poster depicted a punk girl with long green hair, wearing a leather jacket studded with iron nails. She wore a respirator on her face and held an electric guitar, her figure slender. At the very bottom, a line of text read: DIVI Private Concert to be held at the Babbette Grand Theater, coming with a bang!
The latter was a missing person notice, which read: Searching for the lost Vi Olay, 16 years old, pink hair, likes to fight with her fists, height around 1.65 meters. If anyone has seen her or has relevant clues, please come to The Last Drop in Black Alley to inform us. Generous reward, will be heavily thanked.
The blue-haired girl stopped in her tracks, pointed at the missing person notice on the wall, turned her pretty face slightly to the side, letting her flowing blue hair fall down, and asked: "What, do you know this person named Vi Olay? If you have clues, you can sell them to me, or go tell them yourself."
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