Kahn and his team took a transport ship and walked along the canal to the imperial capital. They had to disembark at the port because the transport vehicle only reached here, and they would go into the sea one further.

The immortal fortress appeared before them, dark and aggressive.

Under the shadow of the immortal fortress, the port was crowded with people. Merchants, hawkers and dock workers were bustling with each other, and the crew members were rising and falling, forming an uninterrupted flow of people. Commodities from all over the world gathered here, and the goods were unloaded in batches from trading ships and distributed and circulated.

The prosperity of the imperial capital is worthy of its name, but Kahn has to consider the consequences of the large population. Their invisible spies or intelligence personnel may be hiding among the crowd.

He has always disliked coming here, not only because of the gloomy oppression here, but also because the Immortal Fortress is the old nest of black roses, a battlefield for party struggles, full of eyeliners and conspiracies, and he hates being involved in it.

After disembarking, Kahn made his goal and looked for a ship in the port that was willing to carry them.

"Kasha, we should not stay here for too long. Find the ship to Shurima as soon as possible and leave immediately. lest the nights grow and dream more," he said.

"What a pity, I want to go into the city to take a look." Kasha looked in the direction of the Immortal Fortress. She was a little curious about what were the three huge monoliths in the center of the capital with dark energy.

It looks like a monument, but what kind of person needs to be commemorated with such a large monument?

Kahn glanced in the direction she was looking at, and curled his lips: "Nothing good to look at."

They mixed in with the crowd, Kahn asked around the port and found a ship that was willing to take them to Shurima, but would set out tomorrow.

In any case, they had to go to the city to spend the night first.

Shuttled through the crowds of people, surrounded by the surging crowds, and many people around them spoke many languages. This is an amazing scene.

While walking towards the city, Kasha hugged her arms and said to Kahn, who had been looking around with her face, "Sometimes, things tend to develop in the direction that people least want."

"Murphy's Law."

"What is that?"

"If you worry about something happening, then it's more likely to happen," Kahn explained.

Kasha nodded in a slight sense of understanding, and then she noticed Kahn looked at him: "It's not that you want to go, so we have to go."

"What does this have to do with me!" Kasha felt unreasonable.

"It's your problem."

She wanted to argue about something, but she had already arrived at the city gate with the crowd and had to pass the inspection. If she didn't want to attract the attention of the guards in the city, it would be better to be quiet.

This is just one of the many gates of the Immortal Fortress, but its majesty is not inferior to any main city.

Guarding the city gate were two elite soldiers in black iron armor. They held their axes and halberds tightly and stood at the spot. The dark red cloak danced like a raging wave on their shoulders, and under the spiked helmet was fiercely gaze like a beast.

Kasha noticed that there were three notches on the breastplate of the two. This was not an ordinary guard.

"Farley's Legion." Kahn whispered, and changed into a quiet expression.

In a country where murderers are everywhere, the Choi Falli Legion is the most respected name regardless of friend or friend. It is said that as long as they appear, the city-state and country would rather surrender than compete with them on the battlefield.

This indirectly reflects the individual strength of each of this legion, and the overall strength is so strong that the enemy is desperate.

The pass was very smooth. As long as it was not a large caravan or a suspicious figure, the gatekeepers would not stop him and check it carefully. However, even so, their conspicuous hair color still attracted some curious eyes, and the soldiers seemed to have looked at him.

After passing through the dim arcade under the city gate, you can see the huge monument in the center of the city, as if towering into the clouds. The shadow it casts covers the entire city, full of gloomy and terrifying oppression.

There were buildings made of stone, steel and glass standing on both sides of the street. Kahn didn't know where to go. Every household had mergings built on flat roofs, which looked like bunkers. There was no obvious functional distinction, so it was hard to see which were houses and which were shops.

The streets and alleys between the buildings are narrow and twisted. The original intention of the design was to put the enemy who broke through the outer walls into disadvantage. At this time, Kahn was also in disadvantage. It was impossible to see which street leads to the market and which street leads to the square.

They followed the other travelers, found the hotel and stayed there.

Kahn obviously felt much more relaxed when closing the door and leaving himself in a closed space. He looked at Kahn, who was covered in dust, frowned, feeling that it was a huge mistake to continue to cover Mingzhu with dust.

"You should go take a shower and wipe off the ashes from your face. As for the clothes you changed..." Kahn stopped talking, looking at the clothes he was wearing on Kasa, who was deliberately made torn by her, and could only shake his head and say, "It's better to throw it away."

"Isn't it better to pay for you later?" Kasha didn't care much. She knew very well that Kahn was not that kind of stingy person.

"Buying clothes is an excuse, you want to go out shopping, right?"

"Yes, I've come here, how can I not go there?" she said, "Okay, if you want me to take a shower, then you can get me a basin of hot water."

"Yes, yes." Kahn rolled his eyes and left the room and walked towards the bathhouse.

Noxus is not Piltwolf. In the context of this medieval style, it is impossible to have an independent bathroom in the deep mansions of high-ranking officials and nobles. It is good to have a bath in the street, but the fact is that there is a steam bathhouse here, and it is still a bath for men and women.

Kasha has been with Kahn for so long, and many of her ideas are similar to him. She values ​​the privacy of men and women very much and will never come to such places to take a bath, so she sent Kahn to get a basin of hot water and wipe her body with a towel.

In Noxus, this aspect seems to be more open, and it is common for strangers to bathe in the same room together.

This leads to the concept of equality between men and women, and its existence has its own reasons. Otherwise, a country that can only be maintained by continuous military expansion, the huge management costs of men and women alone will be enough to collapse the army that Noxus is proud of.

As soon as Kahn entered the bathhouse, he heard the loud voices of women chatting. In the hazy steam, he seemed to have two outlines of women. He did not shy away from Kahn who had just entered. Of course, there were men in the bathroom, but everyone was washing their own clothes and no one did anything out of the ordinary.

He walked past them quietly, ignored their curious eyes, scooped some water from the boiling boiler into the bathtub, and left with a towel.
Chapter completed!