Elliot walked slowly towards the room here, first with his ear to the only separate room in the place, and his excellent hearing told him that there was only even breathing for a person—it seemed that the noble lady had indeed used something to aid her sleep, so that the movement just now did not disturb her. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Elliott relieved himself, slowly twisted the doorknob, pushed the door open, and walked in—the room was very simple, a bed and a table were standard in the room, and there was nothing on the cabinet, it looked empty—but there were many books on the table.

It seems that she is still a noble lady who loves to read—a cautious and withdrawn, very thin aristocratic lady who loves to read—but unfortunately Elliott does not know much about the aristocratic world, otherwise she would have reorganized those conditions to a strange conclusion, and concluded that Fitney would not be a very popular nobleman.

However, Elliot didn't think about it so much, he didn't go to the wardrobe and bookcase for the first time, but came to the bedside, and he looked at the girl who was lying flat on the bed, although she was slightly relaxed when she slept, but there was still a hint of caution in her eyebrows.

Elliot only glanced at her, and after a moment of emotion that it was a strange girl, he took out the rest of the potion, pinched her chin and poured the rest of the potion into it—her skin was pale and cold to the touch, and Elliott's hand could not help but tremble, and it almost caused the potion to run down the corner of her mouth.

Thankfully, Elliot didn't miss a beat, and after pouring all the potions he had left, he walked around, rummaging through the suitcases, and after making sure that there were only two of them from the shoes and clothes in the suitcases, he walked confidently towards the desk, which he believed was the most valuable.

"Huh? "The Origin of Magic" - it turns out that this little girl still reads this kind of book, and it looks very new - why bother? Elliot opened the book one by one, hoping to find the money—a nobleman he had stolen before, who had a habit of holding it in his book.

Elliot tossed each book behind him—confident that the master and servant would never wake up, but that confidence was soon replaced by a fruitless irritability.

Books are gone! Isn't it in the book?

Sensing that something was wrong, Elliot picked up the last book—a diary with handwriting on the cover—and the girl's handwriting was neat and beautiful, but Elliot felt that there was something hidden in that way of writing. Before he could think clearly, his attention turned to the title of the diary.

"Gonzo" - Did this girl give this book such a strange name?

Elliott opened the book, half curious, half for another purpose—and when he flipped it quickly, he found that it was an empty book, and that the girl had not written anything, when the rain suddenly became heavier—the bean-sized raindrops made a heavy sound on the windowsill, and Elliott could not help but remember what Brugg had said to him. He wasn't a suspicious person, but this atmosphere did make him feel more and more uneasy.

It was then that he finally saw a page with words on it.

In 718, Elliott? Aberg discovers the remains of a cemetery.

[Elliot Arberg is a very professional thief, and because of his surname, he must beware of his cunning character, and because of the wanted warrants in various realms, he should have to get enough money in the near future before everyone knows about them.]

Therefore, it is possible to use inducement to catch - professional enough, but also too arrogant. 】

Elliott's forehead was already covered in cold sweat after reading this, and he quickly turned around as he heard a scream outside the window—it was Brugg's scream!

"Damn it......" Elliott couldn't help but say, his hand was in his pocket before he could look at the man on the bed - but the black vines suddenly reached out from under the table in a frenzy, and they grabbed Elliott's hands and then his feet - and finally the black vine forcefully bound him - and Elliott, who had lost his balance, fell headlong to the ground!

Elliott's body froze, and he looked up, just as the girl had already stepped out of bed, she had long white blonde hair, and her blue-purple eyes were like precious gems, especially in low-light places.

At this moment, Vlad also walked in through the door, and he respectfully placed a black shawl over the shoulders of Fitney, who was dressed in a white dressing gown—a sight that made Elliott's eyes widen—how could this be? His potions won't fail!

"According to several Territory Wanted Orders and some adventurers' descriptions of you, you are adept at using potions made of blue light grass to put people to sleep - it is indeed the most effective sleeping potion, but it will be counteracted by Jill grass, just eat it early." Fitney said slowly.

"You did it on purpose?" Elliott remembered the anecdote she had written, and understood it once and for all—she must have been prepared to arrest herself.

"It's a big no-no, the Arberg family - I remember I warned you." Vlad found a chair and placed it behind Fitney, allowing Fitney to sit down and talk - Fitney could still look down at the attempted thief who fell to the ground, "You have many names, in order to escape after the incident, but unfortunately six months ago, you stole from the Gabriel family, and were eventually hunted down by a magician sent by Lady Gabriel, and in order to escape you had to take refuge in the Aesop Forest, perhaps at that time you came across the so-called Winchet's tomb." ”

Elliot took a deep breath, "You know it very well! But since it's so clear to me - why? Miss Fitney, don't you have a crush on me? ”

"Hahahahaha! Will Lornay take a fancy to this poor fellow! At that moment, a woman pushed the door open—her voice was there before she did—and Elliot looked at her, and felt a little furious in her heart.

It was a tall and beautiful woman, with a bright red skirt, matching her hair, eyes, and lips of the same color, but her face was extremely pale, Elliott had no description of such a woman in her heart, but this made him feel inexplicably afraid.