As for the discord between the chain and Isel, the chief fangs and the deacon Freir knew very well, and they could roughly guess the trick behind the whole thing, but both of them tacitly did not pursue it, and at the same time kept silent.

It is undeniable that Isel is a man to be feared because of his outstanding strength and because of his easy-going and impachable personality, although he has always kept a low profile in the guild and has never shown a coveting of power.

He is like a lone wolf chasing freedom, wandering outside the system of the Thieves' Guild, but always invisibly attracting everyone's attention, which is a unique trait of that man.

If you want to say that you can come and go freely in the dark wilderness, that man can definitely do it.

After all, Isel suddenly appeared in this border town one day, alone, without following the caravan or joining any of the adventurers.

It can be seen that he wandered from far away, and it is difficult to imagine what kind of scenery he experienced on his journey, but this appearance seems to have a natural aura for people in a small place like Graycurtain.

For Isère, Fangs are not afraid, but they are also unwilling to stand against each other.

Unlike the jealousy of the chains, the head fang and deacon Freir are more appreciative of Isère.

Unfortunately, Isère is not a native and is difficult to control, which means it is difficult for him to truly be his own. For a group of thieves in a small place like Grey Curtain Town, this xenophobia has always existed, at least not in the short term.

At this moment, the chain no longer cares about the life or death of the little mouse, but worries about whether the monster Isère will come back to find trouble for him.

But when he turned his head, his face instantly became gloomy again.

The singing and harmony between the fangs and the deacon Freyr just now made him very uncomfortable.

When the guild is calm, Deacon Freir is good at diplomacy, and the fangs are in control, and Chains has been working to change his reckless image in front of others.

But every time he encounters a specific big event, Chains feels that in the small group of three, Fangs and Frell are often tacitly and synchronized, but he is always the one who is lagging behind or being marginalized.

With resentment in his heart, Chains added Fangs and Freel's names to his list of enemies.

No, it should be said that the names of these two people have always been there, but today they have added a strong touch.

The chain is such a person, like a belligerent mad dog, staring at everyone who stands in his way but is more capable than him, ready to pounce and bite at any moment.

Even if he can't bite to death for a while, he will keep it in his heart and wait for the next opportunity to fall into his mouth.

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Walking in the deep winter of the 714th year of the dark calendar, Shogues felt a little trance and unreal.

Looking up slightly, there were still snowflakes falling in the silent sky.

Shogues didn't feel cold, just a little tired, and his consciousness was full of weakness for the rest of his life.

His last words in the guild didn't really mean much, and the critical situation at that time couldn't give him any chance to think deeply, so he could only hastily fabricate a 'capable friend' based on Thor, and then use lies to elevate Thor's mystery and strength.

Shogues didn't know that he had succeeded in misleading the three higher-ups with his specious words, nor did he know that Isel's afterglow had once again indirectly saved his life.

In his heart, Isère was not dead, but he was gone after all.

Some people are like this, when he appears, even if he is low-key, it is difficult to hide the light. And when he left, the fate of everyone around him seemed to have shifted a little because of him.

At a fork in the road, Suggoth, who had turned the corner, held his drooping left hand, and accelerated abruptly despite the pain all over his body.

After a dash of masked footsteps, he leaned into a hidden corner and became part of the wall.

In terms of strength, he can't compete with the real thieves, but in the field of tracking and anti-tracking, Shogues still has a little confidence, after all, he has been learning to be a hunter in the dark all winter.

After a silent wait, almost falling asleep from mental lethargy, Shogues finally confirmed that there was no thief following him.

This doesn't seem to be the way the guild works.

There were doubts in his heart, but he couldn't speculate anymore, and he just wanted to find a random place to rest for a while.

When he subconsciously walked in front of an old house in the slum, Schugues silently stopped.

It's best to weave a believable lie that is half true and half false, so half of the first story that Hughgoth told in the guild was actually true.

He did have a mother, and he was indeed a prostitute, and he lived here.

For a while, Shogues had been here more than once, and he had always felt both familiar and unfamiliar with the dilapidated house in front of him.

The walls of irregular stones and clay are haphazardly built, and the rough walls are covered with smoky black, with the occasional sporadic weed stubbornly scurrying out from the cracks in the walls. Such rudimentary dilapidated houses can be found everywhere in the slums, and perhaps after a storm one night, they will become a silent pile of ruins.

The years have always left some gaps in the old walls, sometimes there is a faint candlelight coming through the house, and more often it is pitch black.

She has ...... Haggard, who is far beyond her age, may have been beautiful once, but the years have taken away her favor prematurely.

She was clearly not doing well, her clothes were patched, and she occasionally ate black bread that orphans hated.

Shogues always hid outside the house and watched her silently, or peep, through the cracks in the wall. He was trying to find more reasons for the woman to abandon himself in the orphanage, but the woman didn't give him a chance.

She suddenly fell ill in the snow that year, and then passed away at an unbelievable speed.

For a long time afterward, every time Shogues expertly touched the cracks in the wall, all he saw was empty houses and shabby beds that remained unchanged in the dark.

Until one time, an old woman, perhaps her sister, walked up to Shogues and told him.

She was gone and buried in a cemetery outside the town. ”

After a pause, the old woman said:

"She knows you're coming to see her from time to time, but I don't think you should have come, and the growing guilt is aggravating her condition. She has nothing left for you, and now, this broken house is yours. ”

The sudden bad news made Shogues a little dazed, and he subconsciously squirmed the corners of his mouth.

"I don't want anything, I just ...... I don't want to be alone in a monastery. ”

"Then now you can be alone in this house. The old woman said in an unkind tone and turned away.

! What is this?

Nameless rage filled his heart, but he couldn't find the source of his anger, and Hughes wanted to chase after the old woman and cut her throat out and gouge out her eyes, and then smash her head flat with a hammer.

But after a few steps, he retreated to the crack in the wall, and peered silently at the empty house as usual.

Shogues had struggled countless times, and he wanted to ask her face to face why she had abandoned himself in the orphanage.

Poverty, cold-heartedness, or some kind of shit reason to maintain dignity without knowing who the father of the child is?

But he hadn't figured out what expression to face her, and he didn't even know if he should face her.

Well, now, I finally don't have to worry about those damn questions.

For the rest of his life, he finally became a veritable orphan, and he was alone from then on.

On that coldest winter in memory, Shogues clearly remembered that he didn't cry.

He didn't think he should cry.

I'm angry, I'm strong, even if I'm alone, I'll live well, and Shogues has always encouraged himself like that.

It wasn't until he was confronted with the half-truth and half-truth story that the fangs had just made, and then suddenly burst into tears uncontrollably, that Shogues suddenly realized that he was still sad after all.

Even if I have tried to hide in my heart for a few years, this sadness has never been relieved.

Hughes felt ridiculous, thinking about those who deliberately pretended to be estranged and thought they were comfortable quietly peeping, but what was the point of parting in the face of life and death?

I should at least have spoken to her, even if the content and truth were unsatisfactory, Hughes thought with great regret.

The woman had kept everything to herself, but she had never been back here for her, until now.

Pushing open the dilapidated wooden door, Shogues entered the room for the first time.

It's quiet, shabby, but it seems to have an inexplicable warmth.

The beds were very well kept, and they were already covered with dust after many days.

Shogues lay down calmly, trying to feel something, but her breath had long since dissipated.

I don't know if there will be rain leaking down on a rainy day, he looked at the dilapidated roof and thought for no reason.