Night Crow Master

Old hawk pub, second floor.

"Boy, you are so careless." Hawke, who brings art to the guest room, opens the door and says, "there are a lot of guys in that group who do underground business."

Hawke deliberately accentuates his tone in the "underground business", with a hint and alert flavor.

"Ah?" Art was very flustered, as if to understand the meaning of the other side's words, "what should I do?"

"It's very difficult to do this..." Hawke sighed. He didn't have a good way to deal with it. "When you live in a pub, they don't usually do it. My old Hawke doesn't have other ones. He still has some strength."

"Can you protect me Art swallows, a little relieved.

"There are rules for the day and rules for the night during the day. I can't protect you if you're outside. I can help you when you stay in the pub." Hawke shook his head. "Don't sleep too hard at night. If you find any accident, shout immediately and I'll come up."

After that, he handed the plate to Yat and turned away: "if you have the ability, call your family guard, or hire some guards to protect you from leaving. OK, after eating, the dishes will be put on the table next to me. I hope you can have a good rest --

at the one who is waving his hands Hawke left and went downstairs, then, looking dejected, entered the room and closed the door.

Click!

The door closed.

However, when the door closed, the frustration on art's face disappeared and returned to normal.

"Hoo --" Yat locked the door, then went to the window, his body close to the wall, glanced out of the window, "tonight, at least there will be a thief?"

Just now, below, the act of exposing money was intentional.

What is the fastest way to accumulate wealth in the world?

Treasure hunt?

Theft?

No, it's plunder.

He was more willing to deal with thieves and robbers than with wild animals and demons.

Kill thieves and robbers, you can get more than the fur and flesh of wild animals.

Kill the human, can obtain more professional experience than the beast.

There was a chill in Yat's eyes. He was never a good man. He didn't pay the civilians because the property of the civilians was too small, and there was almost no other valuable thing except the title deed.

And, who knows where that kind of thing will be put? It takes too much effort to find those things.

He will not deal with good people, which may have some sensory advantages, but also related to interests.

Good people are not honest. How can they get so many good things? Compared with the common people, they are a little more. Sometimes the harvest is not as good as that of thieves.

Compared with the civilian, the thief is a good target.

Although thieves generally don't accumulate much wealth, thieves and robbers will keep a lot of strange looking things, among which there are some good things.

In more than a dozen medieval games, he has the habit of hunting NPC thieves.

Use their own money to hunt and seduce the thieves, and let them come up and die by themselves.

Art glanced at the black crow on his shoulder. "Gloria, remember, no matter what happens, you don't make a sound unless I make you shout."

The black crow nodded. It seemed that he understood what he meant.

The thieves are very smart. The time they start is usually when people fall into deep sleep. The time from 1:00 to 3:00 in the morning is the easiest time for thieves to attack.

There are also some other ways to choose the noisy time between 8:00 and 10:00.

Because during this period of time, a lot of drinkers just get drunk and are sent back to their rooms by the owners of pubs. It's easy to do this during this time.

Art narrowed his eyes and began to eat the bad food that he couldn't get used to. He didn't put down the plate until 80% of his food was full. Some of the leftover food was left in the plate. Maybe it will turn sour tomorrow, but it doesn't matter.

After all, it's very unwise for him to have enough food for a while.

Of course, he needs to prepare for a short time before he does.

Rest is probably not possible. After setting traps and preparing weapons, you can kill time with meditation and have a short rest.

If time permits, he doesn't mind taking a few hours' rest. However, if the thief can't find anything and becomes angry when he is asleep, the original way to lure the enemy is to seek death.

He had no idea of making fun of his own life.

Although the experience of meditation is less than killing monsters, it is better than nothing.

...

in the backyard of the pub.Lucide blinked, and by the time he woke up, the late night town of cindyla was shrouded in cold, wet fog.

"Oh, damn it. It's not a good time."

The thief, who had worked for many years, stood up from the corner and patted the dust on his body.

Today, no, last night, he was one of the people who was hanging out in Hawke's.

Many people gathered in old hawk's Tavern today, mostly because several caravans will appear in this town in the next few days and rush to golora.

Compared with the caravans that returned after purchasing goods, thieves of course would like to see a caravan that has not yet spent money appear in their field of vision.

This period of time, can be said to be the "hunting season" of thieves.

Although he has worked for several years, he is more vulnerable than the gangs of thieves who have been in the town for more than a decade.

The other big thieves don't have much interest in some small targets and don't spend too much energy fighting for them. Only when the real big fat sheep appears, the bandits who have been prepared for a long time will start to fight. Before that, they will be more peaceful and avoid other people interfering with their "hunting".

Lucide was not part of any gang of thieves. He was a single, weak, solitary thief.

Today's fat sheep, worth more than 10 gold coins, is not a big goal, but it is also fat enough.

Generally speaking, lucide was well aware of the situation and was unwilling to take risks.

But...

unlike other prey, this time the fat sheep had no bodyguard.

In this way, the difficulty will be reduced a lot, and it will be easier to succeed. Moreover, the double malt wine yesterday made his mind a little confused.

This is also the reason why he would fall asleep accidentally.

With the mud fingernail in the thigh a strong stab, the pain from the wake-up from the trance, accompanied by the fog of cold, let him completely awake.

OK -

Lucifer patted his cheek and moved towards the back of the pub.

There were no other thieves around.

Perhaps it was because they were not prepared to risk being mutilated by old hawk in the tavern, or they did not want cindyla to become vigilant and affect their hunting a week later. In short, lucide did not find any other thieves.

As a matter of fact, he didn't know that not long ago, old hawk wandered around the backyard and let out his murderous spirit, which scared away the thieves. However, lucide, who was hiding in the pile of debris, was sleeping so much that he didn't even wake him up.

Old Hawke did not expect that there would be a guy who was not frightened because of his deep sleep, so he did not find out.

Although I don't know why there is no one, lucide knows that this is his chance!

After a moment's vigilance and confirmation of the situation, lucide made a careful detour to the bottom of art's room.

Making sure no one was paying attention, he wiped his palms.

"Well, this position is OK. After you get it right, you can come out directly and cross the wall..."

he moved a stone to the bottom of the courtyard wall to make sure that he could jump up and over the wall. After that, lucide nodded.

Then, skillfully grasping the protuberances and depressions in the wall, and avoiding some sharp objects that old Hawke had specially placed, lucide made a few moves to climb to the second floor. Then, a slender wire appeared in his hand and reached into the window.

Click -

before the faint sound of footsteps sounded, lucide remained motionless for a few seconds. After confirming that the people inside were in a state of deep sleep, he slowly opened the window.

Skillful technique, cautious character and simple window lock make Lucifer's "work" very smooth in recent years.

He is aware of old Hawke's tavern. After a burglary, the other party specially changed the door lock. If the door lock wants to be opened, it will take some time. Moreover, the sound of the door opening is very loud, which will easily wake up the people in the room.

Lucide preferred to enter the room through the window rather than through the door. Although there were sharp traps on the wall that old Hawke specially set, it was difficult for the thieves. Even if a piece of wood was pressed on it, the problem could be solved.

However, the thieves have an agreement, try not to crack the trap, to prevent old Hawke using more difficult means.

Most of the thieves abide by this agreement, and if there are thieves, the local gangs will be more ruthless and "deal with" these unruly guys.

Lucide doesn't want to be dealt with, so there are some rules he needs to follow.

Squinting, he carefully opened the window, after a brief silence, he confirmed that the "fat sheep" was lying on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

Are you comfortable with the lock of the room?With a hissing in his heart, lucide was ready to enter it.

However, when he stepped into the room, there was a sharp pain in the soles of his feet. When he wanted to cry out subconsciously because of the pain, a cold light stabbed him.

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Old hawk pub, second floor.

"Boy, you are so careless." Hawke, who brings art to the guest room, opens the door and says, "there are a lot of guys in that group who do underground business."

Hawke deliberately accentuates his tone in the "underground business", with a hint and alert flavor.

"Ah?" Art was very flustered, as if to understand the meaning of the other side's words, "what should I do?"

"It's very difficult to do this..." Hawke sighed. He didn't have a good way to deal with it. "When you live in a pub, they don't usually do it. My old Hawke doesn't have other ones. He still has some strength."

"Can you protect me Art swallows, a little relieved.

"There are rules for the day and rules for the night during the day. I can't protect you if you're outside. I can help you when you stay in the pub." Hawke shook his head. "Don't sleep too hard at night. If you find any accident, shout immediately and I'll come up."

After that, he handed the plate to Yat and turned away: "if you have the ability, call your family guard, or hire some guards to protect you from leaving. OK, after eating, the dishes will be put on the table next to me. I hope you can have a good rest --

at the one who is waving his hands Hawke left and went downstairs, then, looking dejected, entered the room and closed the door.

Click!

The door closed.

However, when the door closed, the frustration on art's face disappeared and returned to normal.

"Hoo --" Yat locked the door, then went to the window, his body close to the wall, glanced out of the window, "tonight, at least there will be a thief?"

Just now, below, the act of exposing money was intentional.

What is the fastest way to accumulate wealth in the world?

Treasure hunt?

Theft?

No, it's plunder.

He was more willing to deal with thieves and robbers than with wild animals and demons.

Kill thieves and robbers, you can get more than the fur and flesh of wild animals.

Kill the human, can obtain more professional experience than the beast.

There was a chill in Yat's eyes. He was never a good man. He didn't pay the civilians because the property of the civilians was too small, and there was almost no other valuable thing except the title deed.

And, who knows where that kind of thing will be put? It takes too much effort to find those things.

He will not deal with good people, which may have some sensory advantages, but also related to interests.

Good people are not honest. How can they get so many good things? Compared with the common people, they are a little more. Sometimes the harvest is not as good as that of thieves.

Compared with the civilian, the thief is a good target.

Although thieves generally don't accumulate much wealth, thieves and robbers will keep a lot of strange looking things, among which there are some good things.

In more than a dozen medieval games, he has the habit of hunting NPC thieves.

Use their own money to hunt and seduce the thieves, and let them come up and die by themselves.

Art glanced at the black crow on his shoulder. "Gloria, remember, no matter what happens, you don't make a sound unless I make you shout."

The black crow nodded. It seemed that he understood what he meant.

The thieves are very smart. The time they start is usually when people fall into deep sleep. The time from 1:00 to 3:00 in the morning is the easiest time for thieves to attack.

There are also some other ways to choose the noisy time between 8:00 and 10:00.

Because during this period of time, a lot of drinkers just get drunk and are sent back to their rooms by the owners of pubs. It's easy to do this during this time.

Art narrowed his eyes and began to eat the bad food that he couldn't get used to. He didn't put down the plate until 80% of his food was full. Some of the leftover food was left in the plate. Maybe it will turn sour tomorrow, but it doesn't matter.

After all, it's very unwise for him to have enough food for a while.

Of course, he needs to prepare for a short time before he does.

Rest is probably not possible. After setting traps and preparing weapons, you can kill time with meditation and have a short rest.

If time permits, he doesn't mind taking a few hours' rest. However, if the thief can't find anything and becomes angry when he is asleep, the original way to lure the enemy is to seek death.

He had no idea of making fun of his own life.

Although the experience of meditation is less than killing monsters, it is better than nothing.

...

in the backyard of the pub.Lucide blinked, and by the time he woke up, the late night town of cindyla was shrouded in cold, wet fog.

"Oh, damn it. It's not a good time."

The thief, who had worked for many years, stood up from the corner and patted the dust on his body.

Today, no, last night, he was one of the people who was hanging out in Hawke's.

Many people gathered in old hawk's Tavern today, mostly because several caravans will appear in this town in the next few days and rush to golora.

Compared with the caravans that returned after purchasing goods, thieves of course would like to see a caravan that has not yet spent money appear in their field of vision.

This period of time, can be said to be the "hunting season" of thieves.

Although he has worked for several years, he is more vulnerable than the gangs of thieves who have been in the town for more than a decade.

The other big thieves don't have much interest in some small targets and don't spend too much energy fighting for them. Only when the real big fat sheep appears, the bandits who have been prepared for a long time will start to fight. Before that, they will be more peaceful and avoid other people interfering with their "hunting".

Lucide was not part of any gang of thieves. He was a single, weak, solitary thief.

Today's fat sheep, worth more than 10 gold coins, is not a big goal, but it is also fat enough.

Generally speaking, lucide was well aware of the situation and was unwilling to take risks.

But...

unlike other prey, this time the fat sheep had no bodyguard.

In this way, the difficulty will be reduced a lot, and it will be easier to succeed. Moreover, the double malt wine yesterday made his mind a little confused.

This is also the reason why he would fall asleep accidentally.

With the mud fingernail in the thigh a strong stab, the pain from the wake-up from the trance, accompanied by the fog of cold, let him completely awake.

OK -

Lucifer patted his cheek and moved towards the back of the pub.

There were no other thieves around.

Perhaps it was because they were not prepared to risk being mutilated by old hawk in the tavern, or they did not want cindyla to become vigilant and affect their hunting a week later. In short, lucide did not find any other thieves.

As a matter of fact, he didn't know that not long ago, old hawk wandered around the backyard and let out his murderous spirit, which scared away the thieves. However, lucide, who was hiding in the pile of debris, was sleeping so much that he didn't even wake him up.

Old Hawke did not expect that there would be a guy who was not frightened because of his deep sleep, so he did not find out.

Although I don't know why there is no one, lucide knows that this is his chance!

After a moment's vigilance and confirmation of the situation, lucide made a careful detour to the bottom of art's room.

Making sure no one was paying attention, he wiped his palms.

"Well, this position is OK. After you get it right, you can come out directly and cross the wall..."

he moved a stone to the bottom of the courtyard wall to make sure that he could jump up and over the wall. After that, lucide nodded.

Then, skillfully grasping the protuberances and depressions in the wall, and avoiding some sharp objects that old Hawke had specially placed, lucide made a few moves to climb to the second floor. Then, a slender wire appeared in his hand and reached into the window.

Click -

before the faint sound of footsteps sounded, lucide remained motionless for a few seconds. After confirming that the people inside were in a state of deep sleep, he slowly opened the window.

Skillful technique, cautious character and simple window lock make Lucifer's "work" very smooth in recent years.

He is aware of old Hawke's tavern. After a burglary, the other party specially changed the door lock. If the door lock wants to be opened, it will take some time. Moreover, the sound of the door opening is very loud, which will easily wake up the people in the room.

Lucide preferred to enter the room through the window rather than through the door. Although there were sharp traps on the wall that old Hawke specially set, it was difficult for the thieves. Even if a piece of wood was pressed on it, the problem could be solved.

However, the thieves have an agreement, try not to crack the trap, to prevent old Hawke using more difficult means.

Most of the thieves abide by this agreement, and if there are thieves, the local gangs will be more ruthless and "deal with" these unruly guys.

Lucide doesn't want to be dealt with, so there are some rules he needs to follow.

Squinting, he carefully opened the window, after a brief silence, he confirmed that the "fat sheep" was lying on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

Are you comfortable with the lock of the room?With a hissing in his heart, lucide was ready to enter it.

However, when he stepped into the room, there was a sharp pain in the soles of his feet. When he wanted to cry out subconsciously because of the pain, a cold light stabbed him.

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