"I'm sorry, it looks like you know the Warlock's rules, and you obviously haven't been able to give us a lethal trust. Lulu shrugged his shoulders.

"Alright then, Annie, you give me an invisibility spell, I'll deal with the four in the guardhouse, you give yourself an invisibility spell, and then go and kill the three people in the other room, how about it. ”

"No problem. Anne nodded, and began to cast the spell.

…………

"Hah!"

With a yawn, Mike got up from the couch, and the captain on the couch on the other side glanced at him, "Where are you going?" ”

"I'm going to make a cup of tea. As he walked to the kettle in the room, Mike continued to yawn, as a sentry, he hadn't slept well lately, and the young man who always felt like he was in a nightmare was about to make himself a cup of chrysanthemum tea—a tea brought by the strangers, which was said to be effective against all kinds of fires.

Well, as a slum kid, he, like many aborigines, didn't know what the hell was in the mouths of outsiders, but every time he felt his throat smoke and drink this tea, it definitely worked wonders, and Mike loved this tea.

"Captain, do you want tea? ”

"No, this kind of bitch is not for me, Mike, help me get a bottle of the best Oriental spirits! My bones are frozen! What are those crumbs doing in the basement!"

"God knows what those outland warlocks and our native warlocks are up to, but I think the warehouse seems to be getting colder and colder lately, should we add some firewood to the fire?"

"That's a good idea, Jerry! ”

"No problem. Captain. The middle-aged man sitting on the sofa by the fire got up and turned to the fire and began to add firewood, and the crackling sound of the firewood made the young man feel warm for no reason.

"Captain, where did you put your bottle? ”

"The bottom floor, inside the corner. ”

Mike followed the instructions, and finally pulled out a vial at the bottom of the counter - it was a glass vial that had been in the hands of the captain at least twelve years ago, when Mike had first become a guild member. It contains spirits made by the Tang people of the Southern Troubled Continent, and the name is very strange, what is it called...... A pot head with two heads?

Ah, God knows what the name means, the captain just likes it anyway, and every week he goes to the storefront on the other side of the market to refill the vial.

Picking up the wine and his own chrysanthemum tea, Mike turned to walk towards the captain and noticed that his half-elf teammate Varian was sitting on the couch in the corner, his head down...... It seems to be sleeping.

Mike was a little curious about how this half-elf, who usually didn't sleep in the middle of the night, could fall asleep in the afternoon...... Never mind. Whatever other people's affairs do, as long as he can get up immediately when the enemy invades.

Thinking of this, Mike, who walked up to his captain, handed the small bottle of liquor to his captain, who reached out to take it, and Mike heard the door close from the room on the other side, so the young man, who had been a member of the guild for fifteen years, and was still only twenty-seven years old, turned his head to look at the door, which was clearly visible.

Then the captain snatched the bottle from his hand, and Mike, who had not yet reacted, was taken to the ground. Then the pain in his neck told his brain how his body had been hurt.

The neck is pierced by a crossbow arrow. The torn wound and the incessant bleeding were taking away his life, and the pain from the wound made the young man who could not scream roll in pain, and as he rolled, he saw his captain, who still had half a sleeve of arrow tail on his head, and the dead pulsatilla stared at the dying young man.

Jerry!

The young man twisted desperately to look at his teammates by the fire. Only then did he realize that there was an extra throwing axe on his back at some point, so that at this moment he was embracing passionately with the fire.

Varian!

The young man turned to the other side, only to find that the killer was pulling a dagger from the back of the half-elf Varian...... How could it be...... Apparently not smelling blood, the young man blurred his vision in pain and remorse, and finally stopped struggling.

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Pull out the dagger from the half-elf's back. Marceau blinked at the Thieves' Guild member on the ground clutching his neck—he was dead, and he didn't even have to waste Marceau leaning down to make up for it, the blunt crossbow arrow had turned the young man's neck into a large hole, and he was already in good shape to be able to roll for so long.

The crackling sound of the firewood being burned drowned out the small sound of the kitten's backstabbing, and the dagger with the ice weapon (the shaman's first-class spell) directly destroyed the victim's heart after stabbing into the body, while the frozen wound and interior also prevented the flow of blood, which is why the young man did not notice anything unusual when he walked past the half-elf.

Glancing at the corpse in the fire, and giving up the plan to retrieve the axe, Marceau turned and walked out of the room, and at the same time Anne pushed open the door and decorated the room into a living hellish girl looked at Marceau and laughed.

"Oh my God, you're really good at playing. The warrior monk who entered the guardhouse first sighed, "I've never seen a thief better than you, Marceau." ”

"Talent, but by the way, have you ever seen a basement in your previous dungeons?"

"Basement, never seen before. As he walked into the room on the other side of the room, the dwarf Wesley immediately gasped, "Oh my God, look at the blood on this wall, Annie, you have more blood than a man smeared on the wall." ”

"It's just a one-shot deal, and that halfling is small, and I didn't catch it when I finally took advantage of it. Anne said with some embarrassment.

“…… I haven't seen any basements either, Marceau, why are you asking this? Glancing at the room where the dwarf had expressed her opinion, the barbarian girl covered her mouth: "And ...... Let me go and throw up. ”

"Marceau, what are you asking about in the basement. Luo Zhengcheng glanced at the room, and then the paladin, who was holding back his disgust, turned his head to look at Marceau and asked.

The kitten shrugged: "I think we're in trouble, maybe it's a hidden copy." ”

Yes, it's a big problem, because the kittens never learned anything about this copy - that is, it was a real reclamation. (To be continued......)