Bow down, slow down your breathing, and let yourself tiptoe like a cat.

Like a shadow in the sun, Roy silently burrowed into the sewers of the Golden Radiance Manor.

The union members did not seem to believe that he would be guillotined from the outset, and shortly after he arrived in Creekwood, he was approached by a messenger who had been ordered to arrive. Along with the equipment potions, he was also given a new mission.

Infiltrate Golden Radiance Manor and burn down up to three breweries. If possible, empty the safe of the manor owner, Agrins.

Originally, Roy didn't plan to leave for Rift so quickly - at least to say hello to Alice and them. But an essay attached to the union's order made him angry.

Roy:

While you're in Helgen, little Weeks tries to take on the task. Maybe it's because it's heavily guarded, or maybe it's because of something else. She missed. He was hit by an arrow in the back, and the injuries were severe. I think you should avenge her. Marwen didn't care if Aglins was alive or not.

Brychenchev

Even the hands that had never trembled in the face of the werewolf's head-on attack involuntarily crumpled the note into pieces at this time. Little Weeks is injured? good. Life is in danger, life is at stake?

Well done, Aglins.

Well done, folks of Golden Radiance.

The more angry he became, the calmer Roy's heart became. Yes, he will not forget who will be hungry and clothed he introduced the thieves' guild. He will not forget who taught him the skills of stealth and lockpicking. He won't forget who caused the enraged guard to miss the first time he missed. He will never forget that in the ancient tomb of the Nords, who rescued him from the sword of the ghouls.

But Wicks had taught him that he was a good thief. Calm must be maintained at all times.

So he calmed down. The dark red eyes were tightly closed.

Opening it again, Roy was already in the sewers at the bottom of the Golden Radiance Manor.

This large winery is located on an island in the middle of a small lake on the outskirts of Rift Valley. At least a hundred heavily armed mercenaries guard the island. Although their equipment is not very sophisticated, they are all sophisticated.

If you take it lightly. I'm afraid I'll follow in the footsteps of little Wix.

The Dark Elf moved his finger. The effect of the secret medicine is very good, and they have basically recovered eighty percent of their state.

That's enough.

Roy exhaled softly, and he pulled a poisoned needle from his strap. Under the lights not far in front of them, two mercenaries were leisurely enjoying pancakes and thick soup.

Let's start with you.

After seven breaths, the two mercenaries, whose faces were blue and their tongues were stiff, collapsed on the table clutching their throats. A delicious and deadly thick soup was spilled all over the floor.

The poison is so lethal that people who have not been tested for resistance usually die within a few breaths. In addition to that, it has an advantage. That is, the incidental low-paralyzing effect prevents the victim from making too much noise.

Roy walked over softly and retrieved the key to the iron door in the basement from them. The Dark Elves have seen the structure of the Golden Radiance Manor. I know that there aren't many people hiding in this basement. But at the bend in front of you is a visual dead end, and according to the rules of the mercenaries, there will definitely be a fixed post there.

Looks like a great place to get passwords and patrol routes.

A few minutes later, Roy opened the iron door to the manor's above-ground structure.

Behind him, dark red blood flowed all over the ground—he crushed the sentry's seven fingers before he heard what he wanted to know. In return, Roy cuts his throat.

This time inside, the dark elves don't plan to leave a single mouth alive.

………………

Aglins woke up suddenly.

Although in a warm bed. But every bone in him felt a chill through it.

This is not the first time for him. The last time it was so chilling was when a dagger was against his waist. This time the situation is not much better.

He turned his head to meet a sharp bolt of arrows—only about three paces from the well-wound crossbow firing slot to the center of his eyebrow.

"Don't get up, just lie down like this. ”

It was as if the sound coming from his ears made Aglins' slightly bent spine stiffen, and then his whole body softened. He wasn't a formidable fighter. Didn't have the courage to confront this stranger.

"Hi man. The owner of the winery moved. He tried to keep his tone as low as possible so as not to arouse the other party's disgust. "Maybe it's a misunderstanding. Maybe your money has fallen into my box, just the one in the corner, you can take as much as you want, don't hurt me. Please. ”

"But I'm not here for the money. Roy said coldly. He deliberately chose a backlit corner. This left Aglins with nothing but a vague dark shadow.

Aglins quietly reached for the dark line beside the bed. Tong guò this organ. His mercenaries could be notified without making a sound. Although they are not very well equipped. But their skills are trustworthy.

"Then what do you want, just ask. He said softly, seductively in his tone: "What do you think of the jewelry, the shiny, slippery gemstone ring must be very appealing to your appetite." They're in the cabinet over there. It's all for you. ”

Roy smiled bloody.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Aglins. Now the title deeds of this estate are in my hands. This will be my property in no time. Why should I spend so much energy messing up my collection?" Roy stood up, the sudden movement that sent Aglins shivering throughout.

"I guess you're waiting for those mercenaries. Admittedly, they are vigilant and sophisticated. Unfortunately, I spent several precious illusion scrolls for this. ”

The price of magic scrolls is ridiculously expensive, especially for illusions. These Assassin and Rogue favorites were sold out almost as soon as they appeared on the black market. Roy burned up at least two years of his savings for this.

But what's the point? The Dark Elves don't care.

"Thirty-seven in all. Roy counted on his fingers. "There are three basements, fifteen on the first floor, eight on the second floor, and eleven on the third floor. I guess I didn't miss it. ”

"Oh, oh, oh my God......" Agrin cried out in despair. "I admit defeat, I surrender. What do you want? What do you want to know? Just say it, just spare my old man's life...... I'll definitely be useful to you!"

"Nope. Roy shook his head.

"I just wanted to say a few words to you. ”

The Dark Elf pressed the trigger and pinned Aglins to the bed.

"I just wanted to see what kind of person hurt little Weeks. It's a pity that you disappointed me. ”

Roy picked up the longbow that had been placed aside and gently pushed the window on the top floor open. When he drew his bow to the fullest, time seemed to slow down.

"It is said that except for the men guarding the watchtower and Aglins himself. No one has a key to open the gates of the manor. And there is only one way out of the island in the middle of the lake. ”

The dark elves' field of vision gradually enlarged. The guy who sat leisurely on the watchtower in a daze, Roy could even see the lines of the leather armor on his body.

"Snort. ”

One arrow through the heart.

"Who's where!"

"Enemy attack!!"

The originally peaceful manor was suddenly in chaos. Mercenaries emerge from all corners, torches and frantically search for possible enemies.

That's a good target.

'Whoosh!' A mercenary with a bow and arrow on his back fell. Then another one.

"He's upstairs!"

Someone noticed the direction of the arrows. He then raised his bow and arrows to return fire at Roy. But Roy didn't care too much about them. Light and terrain provide the best cover for the Dark Elves. He only moved slightly, and his body dodged the incoming arrows. Then calmly sniped his prey to death one by one.

'Woo !!' The door downstairs was violently smashed open by a sledgehammer and an axe. Led by an extraordinarily strong-looking mercenary, a dozen stout men in fur armor swarmed in. They wielded sharp weapons, with a fierce momentum and high fighting spirit.

But soon there were a few muffled screams from downstairs—the improvised mechanism set up near the doorway to make zuò with the weapons of their comrades seemed to have worked well.

Roy smiled slightly, but his hand did not stop at all. Triggered traps are easy to spot, but delayed traps aren't so crackable – especially if the challenger is on a heavy stake.

Sure enough, when the mercenary captain and his team thought they had avoided the tripwires on the stairs, hot lamp oil and burning candles descended on the heads of most of them on time. They were burned alive almost wailing.

Looks like I had a lot of luck today. Blessed by the goddess of shadows.

Feel the trembling of a rope beneath your feet. Roy quickly swapped into his short bow and aimed his armor-piercing arrow at the side door. Behind that door was a long, narrow hallway. There is no place to dodge.

Roy shot a total of seven arrows at the door. The last arrow hit the last man's brow almost at the same time as the door was slammed open.

The other door next to '!!' was suddenly slammed open. A strong man with a two-handed sword and covered in blood broke in. Without any hesitation, he went straight to Roy with a sword in his hand and roared angrily!

"Why bother? I thought you were tougher than I thought. The dark elf gently dodged the flying greatsword. A canopy of blood spilled on him. Several sturdy wires carry out their mission well. This mercenary captain with good combat power was divided into three parts by himself. The heavy greatsword plunged into the wall, as if to tell of his unwillingness.

"It's not enough, the blood shed isn't enough. The dark elf took his bow and arrows and headed downstairs.

The people here are not dead yet.

His thirst for blood was not yet satisfied.

PS: When Alice needs to travel for a long time or is unable to move, I will insert the outer chapter in due course to shift the perspective to the plot of the four guilds and the civil war.