Sharon suddenly rushed up!

Fitnair had no strength to resist, and her movements were too sudden—so Fitnair was easily grabbed by the collar, and then there was a crisp sound in the room. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Fitney hadn't reacted to what was happening, his face had already tilted to the side, and a hot pain came from Sharon's side of the face.

What is she doing?!

Fitney turned her head in disbelief, and at this point her surprise at what Sharon had done had surpassed her surprise at her skinny appearance.

"The Wyzdem Family...... Wyzdem House...... Why...... Why ......" Sharon shuddered as she spoke, tears rolling out of her eyes, but not pitiful—only weird and horrible—one could imagine a skeleton crying at herself.

Fitney felt more and more weird, and she stared at Sharon with wide eyes.

"O family of such illustrious men, yet the danger of its people is nothing—so bloody and cruel...... So filthy and horrible to be!" said Sharon's questioning, which was more like muttering to herself—her expression bordering on weakness, but with so much force in her hands that Fitney thought she wanted to crush herself.

And Sharon really wanted to do it - Sharon fell silent after saying a word, and just when Fitney thought she was "exhausted", she suddenly raised her head and slammed Fatney into the wall behind her!

Boom!

Fitney felt a wave of vertigo and nearly knocked unconscious - but Sharon was still tugging at her collar, and as she struggled to turn her head, Sharon slammed again!

Knock! Knock!

Fitney didn't know why Sharon had the strength - but she couldn't think about it - she seemed to faint again, and when Sharon stopped, a line of blood slid down the wall, and looking at the blood, Chris frowned, looked away, but didn't stop it.

At this point, Sharon let go of her hand.

Fitney's body slashed against the wall, her thin body sitting against the wall, her head drooping to the side - Sharon seemed to pull the cloth in her mouth as she slammed it against the wall, and as she slid down, the cloth was ripped out.

Sharon stared at her, and then—pulled out the dagger she wore at her waist.

Holding the dagger in her hand, Sharon crouched, a metallic glow of cold light shining on Fitney's face, and when she looked at the girl as a mirror, she saw that her face was constantly magnified—the dagger was getting closer and closer until it was close to Fitney's fragile neck—as if it could be easily pinched with force.

"That's enough!" Chris suddenly shouted to stop it all, and then she stared at Sharon, her hands trembling a little, "I brought her here as you asked, and you have to fulfill your promise!

Sharon paused, lifted the face, and mechanically spat out a word.

Chris was stunned for a moment, then a hint of surprise appeared on his face, and he couldn't wait to turn around and leave.

"Putger—have you ever thought about what it took to find him, and how many people died?" At that moment, a cold voice rang out—Chris's blood seemed to freeze—and she turned her head in disbelief.

"Ahh

"Shut up!" Fitney grabbed the cloth that had fallen from the ground with a headache and shoved it unceremoniously into the mouth of a struggling, hideous-looking Sharon—her rage made Chris a little dazed—and this Fitney felt a little strange to her.

But her all-insighted remarks made her a little scared as usual.

"What nonsense are you talking about. Chris thought as he took a few steps back, his hand quietly reaching behind her back.

"Shhh...... It hurts......" Fitney exhaled first, then looked up, interrupting Chris's movements with ease—in a word, "Putger, I said, your name is Putger—Chris is shunned by Starlight's students because she's a thief—except for looking for clues to Greid's whereabouts, which is obviously caused by an occupational disease." Sherington was once a famous thief. ”

Chris, or Pteag, pale, shook his head and stepped back.

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At this time, in one of the buildings of this complex of several buildings of different ages, a maid walks in the hallway, and she holds a candlestick. She stopped as she passed through a door, approaching the menorah to make sure it was locked, before slowly leaving.

Not long after the maid left, a thin figure appeared - apparently no one had noticed him.

He was prepared for everything - this lord's mansion was managed with a lot of regularity, so as to ensure the safety of the whole mansion, but any pattern could be found by him, and it was with this ability that he became the famous thief of Herrington.

He didn't intend to find out where Greid was at this time - stealing something right under his nose was something that could provoke the other party.

It's funny, isn't it—especially when you think about the look of anger on that face that always has a gentle smile.

It's so much fun!

He pulled the lock pick out of his pocket, and he was very skillful - the locks were actually the same, and they were done casually.

The thief's movements were nimble, and when the characteristic sound of prying open the door sounded in his ears—though it seemed no different to the others—he smiled sinisterly, and opened the door with ease—and in an instant, his eyes accustomed to darkness caught the value of the place.

This is Greid's showroom.

He whistled softly and strode through the exhibition hall, but he didn't make a sound—he did have some special abilities, such as not making any sound no matter how he walked.

He walked around the exhibition hall, looking east and west, touching the invaluable collections at random, and there was an inexplicable sense of accomplishment in his heart - hey, he had to find the most valuable things, so that Grede would feel ashamed!

But what is the most valuable? He was a little discouraged, after all, these things, each of them is incalculable.

"There's a pendant in the gallery over there, which seems to belong to the original king of the land - I think it's pretty good. But he froze suddenly, and his heart beat violently—and the damned, gentle voice sounded in the darkness! He felt astonished, and inexplicably frightened, and looked around but could not find the figure, but the voice came again, "Your name is Ptag, isn't it? ”