Mashdovich Gyuli.

Walking out of the kitchen, Mashdowich was about to go up to the second floor, but he stopped after taking his first step—for there was no Mariel in the hall at this moment, but a dwarf in leather armor, with a moxigan head, and a string of studs in his ears, sitting at a long table and drinking glass after glass of wine, while a strange steppe elf girl sat opposite him, her long hair reaching the ground like a waterfall.

"Don't drink it. Dressed in a mage's robe, she explained.

"I don't drink this, what are you going to do with me, I have waited so long, and in the end it has ended so tragically!" he replied, "Why is your father!"

"Because he is my father, he chose the way for me...... What qualifications do you have? She shook her head.

"So, in the end, you still haven't been able to choose me yourself...... Enough, you go. He bowed his head.

So the steppe elf stood up, and walked in silence to the door of the inn, and as she pushed it open, she turned her head to look at Meshdovich, and this glance made the dwarf thief shudder—there was not a trace of whites in her eyes, and the inky black soul fire burned.

Mashdowicz looked around and saw nothing out of the ordinary, so he turned around and tried to open the door to the hotel kitchen, but the closed wooden door made cold sweat run down his forehead.

"Don't open the door, young man, come and have a few drinks with my uncle. The strange gnome at the table shouted.

Mashdovich turned his head and pointed at himself: "Are you calling me?"

If he didn't know what had happened to him now, Meshdovich would have found a rope to break himself off - with his knees. At this moment, he has fallen into a hallucination, as evidenced by the wooden door behind Meshdovic that cannot be opened.

In this world where supernatural forces are everywhere and there are as many legendary demigods as dogs. Mashdowich didn't know where the strange dwarf in front of him was, but at least the identity of a legend couldn't run away - look at the leather armor on his body, the absolute old leather armor of the first open era, and there was an emblem on it, Meshdovich recognized it, and then found that this emblem was used by an adventuring party.

Dragons and Beauty.

Among the dragons and beauties, there is only one dwarf in the first open era. That is McMillan, who was born as a thief with lockpicking skills and finally climbed to the pinnacle of fighting and assassinating thieves.

So Meshdovich spoke: "McMillan...... Your Excellency?"

Whether the person in front of you is just a piece of data or a projection of the personality of the past. Mashdowicz didn't have the confidence to fight him alone - this prototype was full of the Second Human-Bug War, a thirty-year veteran, and if anyone dared to say that the character he projected in the game world couldn't fight, Mashdowicz would definitely tear his mouth apart with one hand. This is the true ancestor of thieves! In the first open era, whether it is a lock-picking technology thief or a combat assassination thief, it is a master's phenomenal performance. In the late game, he can even jump continuously in the shadows, which is definitely a terrifying ability that ordinary shadow thieves can't do.

"You know me...... That's better, come, young man, and have a few drinks with me. ”

Facing the wine glass in front of him, Mashdovich knew that it was a blessing or a curse, and that he could not avoid it, so he raised his neck and drank the wine.

Such a cheerful style immediately drew laughter from the great god. So after several more drinks in a row, Mashdovich looked around him and the scene was shaking.

"Young people. By the way, why would you want to come to this hostel? McMillan asked.

Without hesitation, Meshdowich replied, "Let's find out, Marceau, the kitten man of the Postman's Adventure Group who lives here, may be the murderer who killed us, so we will not hesitate to risk our lives." ”

"Oh, young man, don't say that you are like righteous men and gentlemen, don't you also have other people's blood on your hands? McMillan asked rhetorically: "But what you said is right, tooth for tooth, blood for blood, is the right way in the world, whether it is right or wrong, it is a matter of face, and you should not retreat." ”

…… Hey, what's going on, it's not the right rhythm of the answer! It's clear that McMillan is in the chaotic and good camp, what kind of situation is this!? There is much more to be surprised by Meshdovich--I saw him watch as McMillan poured himself a large glass and drank it, and then sighed at the roof.

"But have you ever thought about how quickly your revenge will come after your revenge? McMillan asked, turning his head to look at Mashdovich.

In this regard, of course, Meshdovich understood: "From the time we killed that Tershan child by mistake, we have not been able to go back...... Perhaps one day, villains like us will be burned alive by the vengeful fury of the Big Cat Man, but we have nothing to fear, Lord MacMillan, for we are the descendants of Irons, and we have nothing to do but this life. ”

"So, young man...... Do you have someone you like?" asked the elder sitting across from him.

"Yes, of course, but ...... I could only look at her from afar. Meshdovich replied with a smile, and the young man looked up, thinking of the little figure he liked.

"Why don't you say it, some people have said that the love that can't be said can only die without a place to bury in the end. The elder sighed.

"Why do you say it, the person I love doesn't know me, and I don't even know that someone on a distant earth would love her so much...... That's just wishful thinking on my part. When Maishdovich said this, he poured a glass of wine with his own hands and drank it: "Even I know it, Your Excellency. ”

"You're afraid, you're afraid you're like me, even if you say it...... Didn't it come of any other either. The old elder in McMillan's eyes asked.

"yes, so who have you loved and who you liked...... Is it really that important, uncle, my life has been a failure from the beginning, a loser like me should have the consciousness of a loser, this kind of routine has never been used by supporting characters like us in life!" Mashdovich drank another glass of wine, and even he couldn't believe the words he said through the gall of wine.

Mashdowicz never really dared to love anyone, and young people instinctively knew that there were some luxuries that they could not afford.

McMillan laughed, laughed enough, he looked at Meshdovich in front of him: "Young man, you ...... Do you want to have power? ”

Then a hint of the system appeared in front of Meshdovich's eyes.

'Dear player, Infiltrator Immortal McMillan intends to let you inherit his mantle, you have obtained the Thief to the Hidden Advanced 'Infiltrator', please make a decision early, Infiltrator Immortal McMillan does not like an indecisive heir. ’

Mashdovich was still in his hair, but the old man he faced opened his mouth: "Tell me, young man, do you want to live with trepidation all your life, or do you want to fight for a future like an upright man." ”

"I'm a weakling...... Can you also fight? Mashdovich asked.

"If you don't fight once, how do you know that you are weak. In this regard, His Excellency the Heroic Spirit in the eyes of the young man asked rhetorically.

Looking at the soul fire burning in his eyes, Meshdovich finally nodded vigorously.

"I'm going to do my best. The young man said.

"I'll see. The elder replied. (To be continued......)

PS: Before you know it, it's already 300 knots...... It feels amazing......