Chapter 5

Speaking of which, this tavern has been open for almost a whole year now.

As a place where order and chaos interweave with each other, Teemo's customers vary in a very wide range.

Some Chem baron goons use to think of this place as a place they can earn some extra cash by threatening the yordle to give them some "tributes". But all those people that are stupid enough to cause problems in here and abridge Teemo's profit ended up in the sewer, no exception.

(And don't get me wrong, the goons in Zaun aren't just normal minions. Due to some limitations, the highest knighthood position in Zaun is baron. And most of the people they command are called goons. It not only includes ordinary gangsters, it also includes cyborgs, chemists, some inventors. Even some of the champions, like Ekko)

Since he has proven that the place is protected by someone with enough power by settling his scores. Which is a rare case in Zaun. The tavern quickly became an important place, a place where people can exchange information safely. And Teemo profited off it: This tavern is the only place that priced a beer with the material worth for 5 copper hexes for 1 golden hex (1 golden hex = 100 silver hexes = 1000 copper hexes)

Pyre seated himself in the suite and ordered a brandy.

Soon a waitress wearing a black robe put the drink worth 20 golden hexes on his table and turned around and leave. She seems to be in rather a hurry.

Pyre have no interest for drinking right now. He touched the dagger on his belt and lost himself in thoughts.

He knows about some parts of his boss' plan – That plan about Warwick not just included Zaun, it also involved Noxus, Demacia, and his hometown Ionia.

But still, he thought of Singed's promise quite implausible.

If they take out Warwick, Noxus will stop waging against Ionia?

Is that joke?

Pyre don't understand, how could boss be so sure that Singed is going to lead Noxus' option for war toward Demacia?

Even an Ionian, Pyre knows very well. Demacia is a hard bone to chew on.

These things included things on the level he can't achieve or understand, so most time Pyre make judgments of these things by his instinct. He trusts his boss' judgement for situations like this.

And now, his mission is to get in touch with a master assassin.

With the thought of this master assassin, Pyre shivered.

"Hehehe, are you scared young man?"

Violet skin, leather armor tightly fit the slim size, this is the one Pyre has been waiting for – Evelynn, the agony's embrace.

When Evelyn appeared, Pyre felt a sudden chill down his back.

"This kind of feeling of insecure, just like when I first stepped on the land of Zaun!"

Pyre felt cold sweat running down his forehead, at this moment, he realized that this will get him in the absolute disadvantageous position.

What do I do?

Pyre grabbed the cup of drink and drunk the whole cup with a single gulp.

The alcohol paralyzed part of his senses, now Evelyn doesn't seem that scary.

Watching Pyre blinking his eyes. Evelyn smiled maliciously.

This little goon doesn't seem to value his position correctly, not taking her to the actual one giving her the mission, trying to avoid her oppression like this, what an idiot.

The next second, Evelyn dissolved into thin air.

Pyre just took a cup of alcohol, he wasn't quite drunk yet. Seeing Evelyn disappear instantly alerted him.

But if being alert could work, would Evelyn's nickname still be agony's embrace?

Within a second, her claws rested on the guy's throat. Just when she was about to slit this unfortunate man's throat, a translucent hand grabbed her arm.

"Don't hurt my guest please, after all, he just gave me a 20 golden hexes income."

Evelyn spun around and saw the furry face of a yordle that seems like he just woke up – Evelyn remembers that when she sneaked in, this little guy is napping behind the counter.

This is not someone that was easy to deal with.

Evelyn realized that and stopped her action.

Assassins won't attempt to attack someone they don't know enough about. That's not the way of assassination, that's the way for seeking death.

"Hey - Don't overreact, I'm just messing with my friend."

Teemo subconsciously knocked on the table surface with his fingertips.

"Beautiful lady, since you just attempted to attack my customer, you have two choices - Buy him a drink or leave now."

"That's not funny."

Teemo's words (or maybe his face) seems to have infuriated Evelyn. The agony's embrace disappeared from the spot. This is the favorite tempo of all assassins.

Teemo simply smiled and snapped his fingers "Nobody get past Teemo."

The anti-stealth magic activated, Evelyn revealed herself in a somewhat awkward stance.

After a brief shock, Evelyn laughed.

"Oh well – I never did know that Zaun have such a powerful mage. Oh well oh well, it seems that I have found something quite unusual!"

"Powerful?" Teemo's smile goes a little wider "Not powerful, I'm just an Omega mage. Also Mrs. Evelyn, I have a quite … interesting piece of information for you."

"Oh?"

"About Twisted Fate. I heard that you are looking for him, right?"

"Very well." Evelyn clenched her teeth "If it's true, then I owe you one!"

Teemo used a chair to get on the same level as Evelyn and whispered in her ear.

"In Bilgewater, Miss Fortune is planning her revenge. The careless Gangplank might face defeat—This time, Miss Fortune isn't using her two pistols, but two men better than pistols, the outlaw and the card master."

Evelyn nodded, turned around and left.

This time Evelyn did not enter stealth, she walked out of the front door, leaving a trail of sound of the high heels hitting the floor.

Teemo jumped off the chair and waved his hand before the astonished Pyre.

"Hey boy, what are you looking at? Go back and tell your boss, this job is now mine."