After hearing what he said, Kassadin couldn't stand it anymore and pushed open the unlocked wooden door and rushed in.
Li Lin left the four floating machines outside the door and followed closely behind him with Sivir.
Inside the house, Holleritus and an old man with bare feet, wearing a dark purple robe and a purple turban with various obscure ancient Ekassia symbols painted on them were startled at the same time.
"What's going on?! Didn't I tell Serben not to bother me unless it was important?"
"Don't blame the kid. You know he won't stop me."
"Kassadin?!"
Holleritus sat on a worn-out Piltover-style office chair. His originally furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, and a hint of joy appeared on his face.
"You old fellow, I thought you died in the desert, becoming food for those Milos beetles or the Sha Ax'Sai."
"How could I die before an old man like you?"
Holleritus completely ignored the Void Preacher he had just been talking to, stood up from his chair, walked over to Kassadin, and hugged him with a big laugh.
"Wow, that's some really nice armor you have. Is it Hextech from Piltover? How much is it? Can you sell it to me?"
"Don't think about it. I have something important to do with it."
Kassadin shook his head and did not explain that its inventor was actually Li Lin behind him.
"Then what about the gentleman behind you...er, or should I say, lady?"
Holleritus noticed Li Lin, who was also wearing power armor behind him, and smiled politely.
"Sir, my name is Li Lin." Li Lin unfolded his mask and smiled at him politely. "I will give you water and shade, Mr. Holleritus."
"I also give you water and shade, Mr. Li Lin, and this beautiful lady."
Holleritus saluted Sivir in a gentlemanly manner according to the noble etiquette of Piltover, but none of the movements were done correctly.
Just as he was about to ask about the power armor, Li Lin, who had already seen his intention, declined in advance:
"Excuse me, I believe you have heard of the Gilaman family of Piltover. I am their craftsman, and this technology is not allowed to be passed on to outsiders."
Sometimes, you can get rid of most of the problems by directly bringing out the powerful and prestigious family behind you.
Hollerites's expression froze slightly. "This... turns out to be a craftsman from the Gilaman family. I've heard of him for a long time."
He often purchased goods from Piltover caravans, so he naturally knew the top parliamentarian families.
Even if they were not the members of the parliament's family, any of those top-ranked families were not ones that he, the manager of the small Marrow Seal Market, could afford to offend.
Hollerites quickly changed the subject, "Please sit down quickly. I haven't seen you in several years. What do you want to see me today?"
As he was speaking, he noticed the Void Missionary who was still standing there and not about to leave, and he couldn't help but shouted:
"Why are you staying here? Do I have to ask the guards to give you a ride?"
"Wait a minute!"
Kassadin suddenly grabbed Holleritus.
"What's wrong? Do you have any grudge against this Ansiel?"
"Festival..."
Kassadin looked at the old man in front of him, whose skin was like dry, tanned leather, dotted with inexplicable purple lines, and said with gritted teeth:
"I swore an oath to fight all void creatures, including their believers... until death!"
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