Vi Olay? According to the animated plot, Durin remembered that Vi was taken away by an Enforcer in Piltover named Marcus.
This Enforcer would climb the ranks rapidly over the next five years until he became the new Chief of the Piltover Guard. Vi was also imprisoned in Jingshui Prison, without any criminal record, no files, no interrogation records, just locked up for no reason.
Five years later, when Marcus appeared again, he was already the Chief of the Piltover Guard and had collaborated with Silco many times. It was also he who told Silco that Vi was dead. Furthermore, Marcus had bribed the warden of Jingshui Prison to keep a close watch on Vi, forbidding her from escaping, and even more strictly, forbidding him from leaking this news to the outside world. Therefore, it couldn't be Silco looking for Vi's whereabouts. Then who could it be?
Durin suddenly had a candidate in mind: Jinx! Vi's sister, whose former name was Powder. She couldn't have done it on her own; it must have been her who asked Silco to do this. After figuring all this out, Durin instantly cleared his thoughts.
He had just provoked Singed; he didn't want to get Jinx and Silco involved as well. That would only plunge him deeper into a whirlpool, unable to extricate himself.
Durin shook his head and replied: "Don't know her, never even heard of her. Let's talk business. How can the matter of the pass be resolved?"
"If you want to get the pass today, the processing fee is 6 silver lun coins," the blue-haired girl replied.
"Double the price?" Durin was instantly displeased when he heard the price was 6 silver lun coins.
"Mister, you know very well that these are extraordinary times. Those proud guys in Piltover won't easily let outsiders enter their city." The blue-haired girl curled her lips, took a handful of sunflower seeds from her pocket, stuffed them into her mouth, chewed, and said indistinctly: "Especially outsiders like us from Zaun. Besides, you're asking for emergency processing. Me charging you 6 silver lun coins is already a very fair price."
"Fine!" Durin agreed.
"How many days do you want to apply for?" the blue-haired girl asked, turning and walking toward the workspace.
Durin pondered for a moment and said: "Let's start with three days!"
There was a lot of equipment in the room: large printing presses, even lathes and production lines, all sorts of strange machinery, circuit boards, water-cooled radiators, and even typewriters, and so on. The blue-haired girl sat in front of the typewriter, and then, abruptly, eight mechanical arms made of brass and gears sprouted from behind her body. The next moment, these eight mechanical arms were typing rapidly on the typewriter simultaneously. Durin found a chair to sit and rest, while the blue-haired girl was busy at the typewriter.
About three or four minutes later, one of the brass mechanical arms slammed hard against a metal pipe, and the violent clanging sound echoed endlessly. Not long after, a Bell Rat the size of a child slid out of the pipe, landed steadily on the ground, took the sound transmission tube with both hands, and placed it into the package in its arms, which already contained several sound transmission tubes loaded with audio information. The blue-haired girl instructed the Bell Rat: "This needs to be handled urgently. Make sure to deliver it to Enforcer Captain Adams." The Bell Rat gave the blue-haired girl an OK gesture and then nimbly darted into another metal pipe. This was the sound transmission pipe system used for communication between the two cities. It relied on creatures like the Bell Rat, which were adept at climbing inside pipes, to carry these metal transmission tubes and insert them into the corresponding pipe systems one by one. Eventually, this information would roll along the pipes all the way to the hands of the recipient.
After waiting for about forty minutes, a brand-new transmission tube rolled out of the pipe.
The blue-haired girl picked up the transmission tube, gave it a gentle twist, and a hoarse male voice came from inside: "No problem, go ahead and process a three-day pass for him!"
After receiving a definite reply, the blue-haired girl then said: "The pass has been processed; you can head to Piltover at any time." He picked up a card stamped with the seal of the Piltover Guard. It had Durin's name, a gray-and-white headshot, and the expiration time for entry and exit to Piltover. Below the red seal, it was written that it was issued by the Piltover Guard. Looking at this pass, a rare smile appeared on Durin's face. He looked at the pass in his hand and said to the blue-haired girl: "Thanks!"
"Just doing business for money. But why are you choosing to go to Piltover at this time? They are checking so strictly up there, and everyone is on edge," the blue-haired girl asked with some curiosity.
"I intend to go to Piltover University to verify my Mage Apprentice qualification," Durin answered directly.
"Mage Apprentice?" The blue-haired girl was a bit surprised. After thinking for a moment, she took a business card from her pocket, handed it to Durin, and said seriously: "If you really become a Mage Apprentice, you can contact me through this sound transmission pipe if you have anything in the future. My business is quite varied; I basically take on anything. There are some high-paying jobs specifically suitable for Mage Apprentices."
Durin took the business card and looked down. It clearly read: Linsey, Intermediary, specializing in processing all kinds of documents, 100% effective, absolutely authentic. Sound transmission pipe route: Entresol Level, South District, Sixth Street, No. 12, Sound Transmission Pipe.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Linsey," the blue-haired girl smiled slightly and said confidently, "You can come find me whenever you need work in the future."
"Alright, I got it." Durin put the business card into his inner pocket, and after walking out of the black market inside the building, he headed straight toward the public lift to Piltover.
Just as he was about to enter the public lift, two tall men suddenly blocked Durin's path. Then, one of the tall men spoke in a cold voice, saying: "Stop!"
A robbery?! No way! He was so unlucky to run into one again?? Durin was a bit bewildered, but he first tucked the pass into his inner pocket to keep it safe. Then, he reached for the mace at his waist, staring at them with a serious expression.
The tall man blocking him looked no different from other peers who had labored for years; his face was weathered, and his chin and cheeks had a bluish tint from years of shaving. Judging by that alone, he looked more like an ordinary person from the bottom levels; the only thing that made him different was a hideous scar on his left cheek. But at this moment, when the tall man stared fixedly at Durin with his eyes, his gaze was exceptionally cold, as if he were looking at a dead man, devoid of any emotion. The other tall man, with black hair and an honest, simple face, was wearing a linen short jacket. At his waist, he carried a katana and a gleaming revolver, the threat of which was self-evident.
"Mr. Durin, it's so late, where might you be going? This is the public lift to Piltover, after all."
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