Elliot gripped the rope with his hands, and it was a simple thing for his small figure to climb up the wall to the window of a room in the hotel with his hands and feet—not to mention that it was not the first time he had done such a thing. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He jumped into one of the windowsills, dusted his hands, unfastened the black cloak, threw it on the ground, and carefully made sure that he really had the tools he needed before expertly picking the lock on the windowsill - the clicking sound was not very noticeable in the rain, but a slightly dissonant counterpoint.

Elliott pushed open the windowsill, his sensitive nose sniffing the air, his agile body making no sound when it stepped into the room—he had already confirmed that there was no one living here, but he was quite vigilant.

This is a very good habit for thieves.

Elliott crept to the door, pricked up his ears, leaned his head against the thin door, and listened carefully to the voices in the hallway.

"Miss, do you have to get up early tomorrow?" a calm voice came into his ears.

"No, I didn't get anything out tonight, I'm a little depressed, give me some medicine to help you sleep." Elliott may have felt strange to the calm voice, but the cold voice felt familiar to him—a sly smile appeared on Elliott's face.

Isn't it, this is indeed a lovely aristocratic lady.

But did he choose such a tavern - could it be that the family was in decline, and he was forced to find something illusory to solve his financial difficulties?

Elliott felt that this explanation was reasonable, but inevitably a little frustrated - didn't it prove that she didn't have any money on her?

"Miss, we have ...... money left," and then the calm voice came again—he was really "free-talking," as if it was late at night, and thought that there was no one else in the vicinity.

"That's enough! Vlad! Don't talk about it - I still have enough money on me to live in luxury for a year - if we find Winchett's grave within this year, then everything will be settled. The noble lady named Fitney did exactly what Elliot had envisioned—and especially explained the reason why she had such a cautious and yet haughty demeanor.

Ha, what a disappointment for you, I'm afraid you won't find any Winchet's tomb and you'll be destitute!

And to live in luxury for a year? That was a surprise indeed!

Elliott thought for a moment, and pressed her ears to the door panel, counting their steps, wondering what kind of figure the noble lady's protector had.

He was so skilled that he soon confidently "guessed" that Vlad would be a tall, even a man who often went on battle, with a steady and powerful stride - maybe he also had the qualifications of a knight of the Holy See!

Elliott's eyes rolled, his hand reached into his pocket, and he pulled out a bottle of potion, his eyes shining with shrewdness.

In fact, Elliot not only estimated Vlad's strength, but also found the exact location of the master and servant. After thinking about it for a while, Elliot suddenly saw a wooden staff leaning against the door—a thin stand that seemed to be something, had been placed here for the time being.

"Okay, well, since I'm forced to do this, I'll be thorough today. Elliott took a deep breath and grabbed the wooden staff.

As the minutes ticked by, when he was sure that Fitney's side was completely quiet, Elliott took the wooden staff and carefully pushed open the door - the corridor with only one light was very dim, and Elliott could not see the others, and on the contrary, it was not easy for others to find him.

Eventually, Elliot fumbled his way to the door in the far corner.

This little girl has a quirk - she likes a corner room. The thought crossed Elliot's mind for a moment, but he didn't delve into it—nobles had some quirks, and they liked to use them to show their nobility—and he didn't have the time to study it.

What's more, he was in a hurry.

Elliot took a deep breath and took out the potion once more, and poured it into the hand that was not holding the wooden staff, and after disposing of the potion, he immediately pulled out a copper-colored key from his pocket, which seemed to correspond to the keyhole of the door, but could not be opened after inserting the key into the keyhole, and then Elliott began to twist the doorknob violently.

"Who?!" Soon, Vlad opened the door - the moment he pushed the door made Elliott take several steps back - Elliott's face couldn't help but flash a hint of surprise, this man really has a lot of strength, "What are you doing here?!"

"Ahh

Vlad frowned, knowing that there might be an alcoholic here who had found the wrong door.

"This is not your room, please go back!" Vlad said coldly—perhaps it was too dim for him to see Elliot's upper body, and his lower body still soaked in darkness—and certainly not the thin wooden staff in his hand.

"Oh-no, this is my room, this must be my room!" Elliott didn't give up, taking a step forward while Vlad wasn't looking, he reached out like a drunkard and slapped Vlad in the face.

Vlad was caught off guard, and he was about to get angry, but he found that the image in front of him had become blurry - damn it! When he realized something, Elliot had already raised his staff and pumped it at Vlad!

Boom!

Elliott watched Vlad fall unconscious, but not entirely reassured, he looked around and struggled to drag Vlad back into the room - and poured more potions into his mouth.

"Well, what an unethical way to steal! I hate force! But I can't help it! Alendia, forgive me!" Elliot sighed, and then prayed silently.

The guilt flashed away, and Elliott was now full of Fitney's riches.