He didn't know Vi or Jinx, nor did he know Vander or Silco, and he certainly didn't know anyone in Piltover. He had absolutely no reason to get involved in their business.
Right now, he had his own things to do—such as obtaining the status of a Mage Apprentice first.
Durin gazed out at the changing scenery outside the public lift until the tracks entered a narrow space and everything became pitch black.
The terminal was located across an Iron Bridge right above the canyon. This Iron Bridge spanned the Great Canal, connecting the northern and southern districts of Piltover.
After six days, he saw the sun again. The long-awaited fresh air made him feel pleasant in both body and mind.
He stepped out from the iron gates and walked toward the Iron Bridge over the Great Canal.
However, this time Durin found that there were only two or three people on the Iron Bridge. But the number of Enforcers—wearing pith helmets, blue and black uniforms, and light armor—had increased compared to last time. Furthermore, they were equipped with refined Rifled guns, and their eyes stared sharply at the people passing by, as if fearing they might commit some act of aggression.
Seeing this, Durin's heart sank, and an uneasy feeling began to spread.
Nevertheless, he chose to line up at the back of a queue. When it was his turn, before he could even speak...
The Enforcer standing opposite him, who had one chevron and one rocker on his shoulder, spoke first with a cold expression: "Hello, please show your pass! Also, what is that on your back?"
"I'm carrying a harp."
Durin immediately cooperated by turning his body to show the harp on his back and then replied, "I want to get a pass. I know some tricks and want to go to Piltover University to certify for the qualification of a Mage Apprentice."
"Please demonstrate," the Enforcer said expressionlessly.
Durin felt somewhat helpless but still raised his hand and chanted the strange word: "Ua..."
In the next moment, a soft white light shot out from his fingertip, and a ball of light once again levitated between Durin and the Enforcer.
Seeing the soft white ball of light, the previously expressionless Enforcer's face softened slightly, and he said calmly, "I'm sorry, please come back another time! Piltover has currently banned the issuance of any new passes."
"Why?"
Durin hurriedly asked.
"Because several murders have occurred in the city recently, including the death of a member of the noble Bolbok family, which is one of the families that make up the Council," the Enforcer explained patiently, perhaps because Durin was a Mage Apprentice. "Yesterday, Sheriff Grayson also passed away. Piltover is in a state of Red Alert. No one in the city is allowed to leave, let alone issuing new passes to let outsiders in."
"Then... when will this state be lifted?" Durin followed up.
The Enforcer shook his head and replied, "I don't know. A week? A month? Who knows! You should just go back and wait for notice!"
"..."
Durin fell silent.
He finally understood why there were so few people heading to Piltover on the bridge and why the public lift to the Promenade Level was so empty. It was because Piltover was no longer issuing new passes, which meant he couldn't enter Piltover.
As for waiting for notice... who knew how long Piltover's state of alert would last? Durin was still waiting to get the status of a Mage Apprentice and then use that status to make money quickly!
Time is money!
The more he delayed, the more he would lose out.
He immediately walked back toward the public lift. Since Piltover wasn't issuing new passes but allowed those with old ones to enter, should he consider where to get an old pass, or perhaps... forge one?
It would have to be something that could fool those Piltover Enforcers guarding the bridge.
But... he didn't know anyone who made fake IDs.
This kind of thing was illegal, and being caught by Piltover would definitely mean being locked up in Jingshui Prison. So where could he find someone who could provide fake identification?
Durin thought long and hard and suddenly remembered someone—the old miner, Slaut!
The man was so old and had lived in Zaun for so many years; he should be very familiar with such channels. Moreover, Durin still remembered that during the mine trip, Slaut had produced a modified double-barrel shotgun!
Contraband like firearms wasn't something you could just buy with money in Zaun; people weren't necessarily willing to sell them to you, like Benso.
If the man could get his hands on such strictly prohibited contraband, then surely a fake ID was possible too?
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