Adventurers usually don't like to take their last names when they associate with each other, and for that - Elliott's real name is in fact Elliot Arberg, a name that means an honor to him - an honor that belongs to thieves. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

What could be more honorable than being a thief and scheming?

The night rain continued, but it slowed down a bit, and the rain fell to the ground one by one, with the attitude of trying to destroy everything in Herulando, but in the case of all this has become accustomed to it, the rain can only bluff and quietly observe what is happening in this town.

Unfortunately, there would be no one anywhere in the town at this time - so the rain could only focus on the small corners - the two people who were wandering under the trees outside the inn - even if it was a hotel, there would be no one at this time, and everywhere was a deserted corner compared to the bustling taverns.

The two men outside the hotel didn't look like they were passing by occasionally, they looked sneaky in their black cloaks.

In fact, their faces are not unfamiliar—Elliott and Brugg.

"Elliott, you say the girl is a nobleman, really?" Brugg wiped the rain from his face as he shook his cloak. His winceing appearance seemed to indicate that he could not quite accept the cold, although in reality he could be considered a strong man.

Perhaps the temperature from the tavern to here changed so quickly that he couldn't accept it.

So Brugger regretted agreeing to Elliott.

Brugg had drunk a lot of wine, but no amount of wine would have been ineffective in the cold rain - why had he promised Elliot to "patronize" a noble girl?!

"Of course! she's definitely an aristocratic woman - I don't know how many nobles have wanted to find Winchett's tomb in the past few years, but I'm afraid that she is a little girl who likes to follow the trend, and she can't even cover it up!" said Elliott proudly, "We just need to threaten her casually, and this Rose May won't have to work so hard!"

For any adventurer, the fact that Rose May can rest is undoubtedly an incredible but seductive thing.

A noble girl who travels far away and experiences an adventurous life is inevitable that she will have money on her - thinking of this, Brugg is somewhat comforted.

"Okay, but have you heard about this hotel? But Brugg hesitated - looking at the inn, which looked very thin on a rainy night.

"What's the matter?" Elliot disagreed, he needed a helper in such weather, otherwise he wouldn't waste his time talking nonsense with Brugg.

"There's a ghost in this inn!" a cold sweat broke out on Brugger's forehead, "You don't know what a terrible thing it is!

Sounds ridiculous!

"Forget it, those are the things that his rivals have come up with - why should we care so much?" Elliot looked down on these things, but was very confident in the "truth", "Now is a great opportunity, if others also find out that the little girl is a nobleman, can we still have such a chance?"

"That being said, there is a tall man beside her...... "Brugg tried to force himself to make up his mind, but then he thought of something and became hesitant.

"Why are you such a mother-in-law!" Elliot finally couldn't take it anymore, he raised his hand, smashed the iron hook with the rope in front of one of the windows of the hotel, pulled the rope to make sure the rope was stable enough, and beckoned to Brugg, "Okay, I'll go up first, and you'll listen to my instructions - we'll be able to settle the big man." ”

With that, Elliot pulled out several small bottles of different colors of liquid from his pocket.

These little bottles are eye-catching.

"Potions, you have so many?" said Brugg in astonishment.

"Hey, friend, there are very few adventurers who use potions better than I do!" Elliott was confident in this, and then he put the potions back in his pocket, and climbed up the rope from the outer wall of the inn with his hands and feet.

Brugg was glad he didn't have to climb up first, but Elliot felt uneasy when he jumped into the window—after all, even the stories of ghosts were strange to him.

The rain would not easily stop venting its displeasure at being ignored, and Brueger felt the cold rain hit his black cloak—his shoulders gradually became heavy, and the heavy atmosphere that followed him couldn't help but look up at the place where Elliott had turned into, but as the minutes passed, the already restless heart became even more so and even a little flustered.

What happened to Elliott?

Brugg was a little anxious, and he had the impression that Elliott, a small man, though not particularly reliable, had always had a high rate of completion among adventurers—so to speak, very rarely.

Brugger was not a good person at teaming up with Elliot, so he didn't know much about his habits, and became more and more impatient - in fact, Elliott was really bad at teaming up with people.

But even if Elliott is good at it, after such a long time, anyone will be anxious because of it.

In particular, some legends about the inn also uneasy for Brugg.

What's that story?

"A ...... who stayed in a hostel The mysterious death of a traveler...... Hahaha...... I heard that it was still a girl, and it didn't look like she was killed by magic, but it seemed like it was sudden...... Well...... Like sucking up the blood?" At this moment, a playful and lively and very pleasant voice sounded--Brugg felt his heart beat violently, and none of this was delusional, for the voice continued, "If you are drained of blood, you will not be able to get a chance to regenerate, and even your soul will not exist--how terrible, what kind of demon can create such a horror?...... Maybe it's me?"

Brugger tried to turn his head, no matter how stiff his movements were, and as he struggled to turn his head, he heard the pleasant voice speak......

Then Brugg saw "her" - only a blood-red patch in the dark sight......

"Ahh