Piltover Stroll

The clothes Riven and I were wearing were the ones Caitlyn had bought for us during our last visit here. The fabric was quite nice, but unfortunately, they were now tattered and worn after being ravaged by the desert.

We went to the same clothing store as before, and to my surprise, the staff still remembered us. I guess it's rare to see people so down on their luck in Piltover.

However, things are different now. We have plenty of money, so in addition to a simple outfit, we also picked out two luxurious formal dresses, just in case.

When Caitlyn took us shopping for clothes, she mentioned that people here take clothing quite seriously, so if you can afford it, don't be too casual.

After all, this is the cultural and technological exchange center of Runeterra, with all sorts of people coming and going every day, so first impressions such as clothing and demeanor are very important.

After changing our clothes, we wandered around the city, admiring the different cityscapes and inquiring about Ezreal. Unfortunately, no one knew this blond-haired boy, not even his mother Teresa. The adventure log didn't mention his father's name, so it seemed we could only search for him by chance.

Soon, we spotted a weapons shop on the street corner. Of course, we couldn't miss it, so Riven excitedly led the way and ran inside.

The store had very few cold weapons; it mostly sold firearms. I didn't know how practical they were, but they all looked very nice.

Firearms in Runeterra are not powerful; they can only be used against ordinary people. Only when combined with magic can they unleash their full potential, such as Jhin's Whisper.

However, such a beautiful item is still worth keeping as a souvenir. Just as I was about to buy two handguns, the shop assistant told us that we needed a certificate issued by the police station to purchase them.

It seems I still need to go to the police station. But that's perfect, I was planning to tell Jorba about Warwick anyway.

Before we even reached the police station, we encountered a group of police officers on motorcycles with their horns blaring, seemingly on their way to arrest a criminal.

As she passed by us, one of the police officers stopped, opened her helmet, revealing a beautiful yet serious face—it was Caitlyn.

Why are you here again?

"I need to speak with the sheriff about some things, or I could speak with you, but it seems you have other matters to attend to."

"You can go to the police station yourselves. I still have to investigate a case, so I can't take you there." With that, she left.

"What is she riding? It looks way cooler than any Ironhorn Bull, warhorse, or camel!" Riven exclaimed.

"This is a motorcycle. It's very fast, but not very convenient. We probably won't be able to ride it in places like the far north and the heart of the desert where we're going."

"I still really like it. It looks incredibly fast and exhilarating! Shall we buy one?"

"I don't know where to buy it, let's go to the police station first."

Riven showed great interest in motorcycles, and I'm eager to try it out too. It would be really fun to go for a ride on some flat roads in the future!

Although we had just been to the police station not long ago, the security guard still refused to let us in. After we were informed, Riven and I finally met Jorba.

We had just entered the house, and before we even had a chance to say hello, Wei stormed in, looking furious.

"Why won't I go with Caitlyn? You know, Sheriff, I have a deep-seated grudge against that guy!"

"That's precisely why I'm not letting you go; it's not good for the prisoners."

"Treating a prisoner badly? You know what that girl did, right? Even turning her into mincemeat wouldn't make up for her mistakes!"

"Don't use official business to vent your personal feelings. The more important the prisoner, the more we need to arrest and interrogate them."

After hearing this, Wei slammed her hand on the table with a "bang," causing the water glass to tip over and roll onto the floor.

"Interrogate her, interrogate her, interrogate her! How many times have you let her escape? Don't you feel ashamed?"

Jorba got angry. He pointed at Vi's nose and said, "Watch your behavior, Vi! Or I won't mind locking you up too!"

"You don't need to lift a finger, I'll do it myself!"

After saying that, Wei stormed off, glancing at us as she left, but didn't say anything.

"Please excuse my behavior. My subordinate is used to being domineering and doesn't respect anyone."

"It's alright. We've worked together before, so I know Wei's personality a bit."

"What brings you back?"

"There's something I need to tell you: Warwick is dead. I'm sorry."

"Oh, I already know about that. He made his own choice, so he has no one to blame but himself."

"You found out so quickly?"

Riven was surprised. We hadn't wasted much time on the way. We only went to Doco, made a detour to Immortal Fortress, and spent a few days training in the desert.

Well, quite a bit of time has passed, especially since I spent a long time comprehending the Flame Wind Force.

"Fast? It's alright. This is the heart of Runeterra; we get all the information very quickly."

"Actually, there's something else. We're looking for a boy named Ezreal. His parents are explorers, and his mother's name is Teresa. Do you know her?"

"Teresa." Jorba thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Never heard of her. Is there something important? I can help you look into it, if this child is a resident of Piltover."

"During our travels, we discovered the remains of his parents and obtained a diary, which we wish to return to its rightful owner."

"Oh, that's really bad news. Wait a moment, let me check."

Jorba took out a notebook-sized object from the cabinet behind him. This thing had its own display screen and input device, and it looked very much like a tablet computer!

Has Piltover already invented a computer? No way!

Jorba typed "Ezreal" into the screen, but nothing appeared. He then typed "Teresa," but still nothing happened.

"It seems the mother and child you mentioned are not residents of Piltover. Perhaps they've only been here a short time. Of course, it's also possible the man is from here, and his wife and child haven't registered."

"Looks like we'll just have to leave it to fate. Can you tell me what you were looking up? It looked amazing!"

"This is a database created using Hextech, capable of storing information on all the residents here."

It's Hextech again. This technology is really convenient. However, after learning that it's not an electronic device like a computer, my surprise subsided a bit.

"Sheriff, there's one more thing."

"Hmm? Just say everything you have to say at once, don't hesitate, it's not like Darius at all."

"That's all we have left! We saw some really nice firearms here, but we can't buy them without a permit from the police station. Can you help us?"

"And motorcycles!" Riven quickly added.

"Firearms are fine, but motorcycles won't!"