After getting Uroa's potion, Kahn did not use it because of the unknown effect and was kept in a package together.

They continue along the Mother of Life.

Unfortunately, they are going against the current.

Otherwise, you can take a boat and drift all the way down the river.

This is not only quick and exciting, but also allows you to create many beautiful memories for granted.

This regret gave Kahn the urge to go back and stab Shiville in the imperial tomb to resurrect Azel.

It’s very smooth all the way. Sometimes when you’re in a good mood or encounter difficult road conditions, Kahn will take Kasha for a distance.

Until they found a frigate wrapped in vines somewhere, and the vegetation even filled the surrounding streams.

At first glance, the ship seemed to have grown out of the jungle. On the deck stood something like a broken pillar, and they could see what it was.

Those were the crew of the ship, and everyone stood upright, like a portrait covered by vines.

Kahn was wrapped up like this, so he remembered it deeply.

"Jera took away this ship." Kasha sighed. If it weren't for this skin armor, they would have ended up like this at the beginning.

"The strong ships and guns in Noxus cannot unlock the vegetation here, which is why the southern rainforest has not been developed yet." Kahn had no thoughts, stopped and watched for a while before continuing on the road.

After a few more weeks, they arrived at the Python River Delta and saw the edge of the sea.

There are dozens of land scattered on the sea here, with small sand dunes that can barely stand people; there are also small islands that are large enough to accommodate villages.

The waterway was full of boats and rafts, and fishermen and local vendors were doing business. All kinds of men and women stood on their swaying boats and clamored, with all kinds of fresh fish and small jewelry in the frame.

The two hid in the woods and observed for a while, turned their skin nails into clothes similar to those of local residents, and then walked out openly.

"Where can I take a boat to Bilgewater Port?"

Arriving next to a colorful sailboat, Kahn politely asked the vendors on the boat.

Because Kasha is not used to socializing with others, this kind of thing is usually done by Kahn.

Kahn doesn't know how to use local dialect, fortunately many people here understand Shurima's language, so there is no problem with communication.

"Along the coast, you can see the port when you go to Ni Town. If you are willing to pay some reward, I can take you along the way when I go to business."

The vendor is under thirty years old. His tanned skin is shiny and shiny. He wears a hat on his head and a harpoon on his back. He shows a very down-to-earth smile, and looks very fishy.

Kahn had some impression of the Mud Town. He originally wanted to go out to sea here. Since there were no far-sea ships to Bilgewater here, he could only move to Mud Town.

"Okay, please do it for you." Kahn shook off the bag on his shoulder, Kahsha took it and opened a crack, picked up a gold coin from it, and threw it to the vendor.

The vendor quickly looked fast and grabbed the gold coins before they fell into the sea. After biting them, he whistled with a whistle and said, "I have to keep the gold coins given by the little beauty. I have given too much, but I believe that you who are so generous will not mind letting me work as a part-time tour guide."

Kasha didn't speak, and had a cold face. She really didn't know how to deal with these slick businessmen, and that praise was not pure praise.

Although she felt that she might have given too much, she had no intention of making changes.

Kahn got on the boat first, and Kahsha jumped over without help.

Although they were a little surprised by their fitness skills, the vendors did not ask too much about it.

The sailing boat is not small, but it is very crowded, with many personal daily necessities on it, and a folded tent takes up a lot of space.

Obviously, the hawker was on the boat, food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Kahn tried his best to avoid his belongings, found an open space to sit down, and Kahn had no place to sit behind him. He turned around in a cramped manner and was pulled onto his thigh and sat down.

As the vendor held up the boat and swayed a little, Kahn hugged Kasha's waist, buried her face in her long hair, and deeply tasted the scent of the girl.

"Where are you from the two?" The vendor knew that he had picked up two Shurima guests, so he asked about this only for the purpose of starting a chat.

"Those who come from the desert can have some 'crafts' and go out to sea to make quick money," Kahn said.

Craftsmanship is a killing technique. The vendors are tacitly aware of their words and become a little cautious and dare not ask more.

And that's what Kahn wants, he doesn't want to answer questions about their weird appearance.

The hawker called the Manghe Delta the Great River Basin and called himself a wanderer in the Great River, while he was a bachelor who came out of the ethnic group to find work.

Because of their special living customs, people stay away from them and only care about the interest in foreign goods they bring. Therefore, no matter where they moor, their colorful sailboats can only receive very short-term treatment.

However, the river travelers like gambling very much. They always open gambling tables in the accompanying tents in the mooring place and deal with locals in this way.

After hearing what he said, Kahn looked at the pile of daily necessities and found a deck of cards.

He had no idea of ​​playing cards. What the vendor said reminded him of someone and might run into him on the next journey.

"You said you are a river drifter, so do you recognize Drizzt Fitt?"

"Who is Drizzt? There is no such person in our clan." The vendor did not react and continued to hold on to the wood pulp.

Kahn thought he shouldn't have it, then changed his name and asked, "Torbius Felix."

Then the vendor remembered: "Oh~ Tobius, he was exiled by the tribe a long time ago. Did you meet him in Shurima?"

"Exile again?" Kasha just met a banished Rengar not long ago, and felt very puzzled. Why do these tribes like to exile instead of giving them a chance to reform themselves?

"Torbius had hatred for the prejudice of foreigners, and at the gambling table, he won all the thugs left. The thugs later sought revenge, searched for Tobius one by one, and beat all the river drifters he saw, but the incident broke out of the man himself. Then Tobius was beaten for no reason and exiled from the tribe. Since then, I have never seen him again."

The vendor's voice did not contain any emotion, as if he was talking about a tea talk after dinner. No one cared about where Tobius finally went.
Chapter completed!