Nashrameh has been the port of Shurima since ancient times, but this is not actually its original name.
Before the fall of the ancient Shurima Empire, this very important trading port was called Nashramai, famous for its Nashramai silk.
It takes at least four thousand silkworm pupae to produce one piece of cloth.
Today, in addition to Nashramai silk, replicas of the sun disc and the Ramos Festival are also very famous.
Since the first Queen Setaka established the Shurima Empire, Nashrameh has a history of more than 5,000 years, nearly 2,000 years earlier than the northern trading post Oshra Vazuan.
Due to its geographical location along the ocean current, Nashramé has a relatively mild climate compared to other places in Shurima.
The average temperature in this area throughout the year is about 25 degrees Celsius, and the highest temperature in the hottest summer is around 30 degrees Celsius. The temperature difference between day and night is not that big.
Under these conditions, this port has become one of the most livable areas in Shurima today.
A simple tavern in the port was bustling with activity. Many mercenaries waiting for work gathered here, drinking expensive ice-cold beer and bragging about their past experiences.
A young woman with a beautiful face, wearing an emerald and gold forehead protector, wearing three-point golden armor, and with a large area of wheat-colored skin exposed to the dry and hot air, sat alone in a corner.
She drank her beer silently, with a huge cross blade placed beside her.
In the sunlight refracting into the room through the wooden windows of the tavern, a barely visible golden light flowed on the cross blade.
In Nashramé, such beauties are sought after by every man, especially those mercenaries who travel through uninhabited deserts all year round and lack women around them.
But the strange thing is that even when they were drunk, these hot-tempered alcoholic mercenaries did not have the courage to provoke this woman who looked very young and seemed to have no power.
She is the leader of the most prestigious Zhaiharo mercenary group today - Sivir.
Ever since Sivir led her men to overthrow the mercenary group's former legendary leader, Aiha Zhahalo, the mercenary group has earned a formidable reputation under her leadership.
As long as the money is enough, they are willing to accept any mission... like today.
As the wooden door of the tavern was pushed open, several Noxian soldiers wearing heavy plate armor and holding swords and axes rushed in.
"Hey, if you know what's good for you, leave now. Noxus has booked this tavern today!"
The bustling tavern suddenly quieted down, and dozens of gazes filled with various emotions were cast at these Noxian soldiers.
Among them, there were many drunk people with gloomy faces, as if their interest was disturbed, and their hands had already reached for the weapons they carried with them.
Since they have chosen the mercenary industry, these people have naturally put their own lives at risk.
Moreover, the rumor of Noxus's defeat in Ionia had already spread throughout Nashramé, and it was for this reason that they withdrew the garrison of this port.
They are just a few lackeys of Noxus, yet they dare to be so arrogant?
But before these mercenaries could react, a female voice came in, which sounded extremely charming and gentle, but gave people a very uncomfortable feeling.
"Oh, Ashburn, how could you be so rude to everyone?"
As the voice faded, a young woman with beautiful long hair and a graceful figure walked into the house with elegant steps.
She wore tailor-made Noxian noble light armor, which protected all her vital parts tightly.
A dagger-like family crest is engraved on the armor on her chest, and an exquisitely crafted dagger is pinned to her waist. The overall look gives the impression of a woman with a delicate appearance yet a strong sense of force.
The woman had a faint smile on her face as she looked around the tavern. When she caught sight of a familiar figure in the corner, her smile widened.
"I'm very sorry. My subordinate is rather rude. Please forgive me if I said anything inappropriate..."
She paused for a moment, her light brown eyes looking at the bar owner.
"Today... no, for the next three days, the Du Kecao family will cover all of your drinks... Are you all satisfied?"
The woman deliberately emphasized the Du Kecao family, causing the expressions of most of the mercenaries present to change slightly.
"The Du Caucasus...is that the Noxian family that occupies the western port of Uzeris?"
"I've heard of Du Kecao. He's a general of Noxus, and he holds a high position."
"Yes, the Du Kecao family is also an assassin family. Most of the assassins in Noxus were trained by him personally."
"Perhaps this woman is the general's daughter? I heard her name is Catalina."
"Idiot, Katarina is the eldest daughter, and this one is younger, so it should be the youngest daughter, Cassiopeia..."
"I think we should not provoke them..."
Cassiopeia, standing at the door of the tavern, listened to the whispers of the people present, her standard aristocratic smile unchanged.
After a while, some members of the smaller mercenary groups gave in, complimented Cassiopeia and expressed their gratitude before hurriedly leaving.
With someone taking the lead, everyone else in the tavern left.
Even if Noxus fails in Ionia, the power of the Du Caucasus family in Shurima cannot be underestimated.
After all, no one wants to be on guard against daggers and swords hanging over their heads while they sleep...
In just two or three minutes, only a few people were left in the tavern besides the owner and Sivir.
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