"Holy water?"

Alan looked at the short man in disbelief: "I don't look like you are a priest, how can there be anything from the Holy See?" ”

"You don't have to worry about that. www.biquge.info The short man shrugged his shoulders and said, "Anyway, I just have it, do you want it?" ”

I just wanted to nod, but Alan suddenly thought of a possibility, and couldn't help touching his chin and said, "It can't be seepage, right?" ”

There are rumors in the market that some holy water or other things will indeed be scattered from time to time in the Holy See, but most of these things cannot be obtained by normal people, after all, this can be called smuggling or smuggling, and those Holy See moths will not rashly contact other people.

They will only come into contact with the underground, that is, those who are petty thieves and cannot see the light, such as the one in front of them.

If he really had holy water, Alan was in luck, because with just a bottle of holy water, he could fully recover from his injuries and physical strength. But as far as he knows, most of the things that flow through the hands of the dark forces are more or less adulterated...

The short man's originally smug expression was choked by Allen's words, and then he said with a dry smile: "I've never lied to people, since you guessed it, then I won't hide anything." It did seep water, but I didn't do it... That's not the point, I mean it still works even if it seeps water. ”

As he spoke, the short man looked down and fumbled, and pulled out a delicate glass bottle somewhere hidden beneath him.

Holding it in his hand and shaking it so that Alan could see the milky liquid inside, the short man smiled and said, "Look, there is not much water in it, is it." ”

"Well, it did work for me." Nodding, Alan didn't rush to take or grab anything, but looked at the short man and asked, "What do you want?" ”

"It's simple." The short man took out another roll of paper and a quill from under him, got up and squatted down in front of Allen, quickly untied the red rope tied to the roll, spread it out and threw himself on the ground: "I don't care if you can escape from prison successfully, as long as you sign this contract, then our deal is completed." ”

The short man said as he stretched out his hand and pointed to the small black hairy print on the contract: "These are the contents of the contract, you can take a look." ”

"You seem to be prepared?" Alan didn't look at it right away, but asked with interest.

"The opportunity to make a fortune is always reserved for those who are prepared, isn't it." Pan Sen shrugged his shoulders and didn't want to say anything, but under Allen's inquiring gaze, he unconsciously added: "Actually, I'm a professional criminal." ”

"That's right," Alan was relieved.

Professional offenders are not professional offenders, but continue to commit deliberate crimes for a variety of reasons and go to prison; For example, the one in front of him brought things in a way that Alan couldn't understand, and then speculated...

A magical profession. Alan made up his mind, and then looked down his finger, his brow furrowing.

The font on it was written in the lingua franca of the Holy Light Continent, and he naturally knew it, but what was written on it made him secretly curse in his heart that this guy was so dark that he was home.

The contract basically means that as long as Alan signs this contract, then little Panson, that is, the short man in front of him, has a reason to get due pay from him or his family.

And this is the reward... 500 gold!

500 gold coins can allow Alan to ask the priest to treat the same injuries on his body 50 times, which means that the healing effect of a bottle of holy water is normally worth 5 gold coins, 500 gold coins?

This guy is so dark. Alan scolded secretly, but he didn't raise any objections, just shook his head, took the quill, and wrote the address of his home and his current name on it: Malthus. Allan. Orville.

"Alan. Orville? The short man Pan Sen repeated, and after seeing Alan nod, he couldn't help but be surprised: "It turns out that you are that stupid... That brave fellow. ”

"yes, I'm that idiot." Alan shrugged his shoulders noncommittally: "What's the objection?" ”

"Nope." Short man spreads his hands: "I just didn't expect you to come in so quickly." ”

"Looks like you expected that?" Alan's eyes moved.

"Viscount Joseph is not something to be messed with, you have repeatedly provoked his youngest son, and it is strange if you don't come in." The short man rolled up the contract on the ground as he spoke, and at last when he was about to tie the rope, he suddenly looked up and asked, "Is it worth it?" ”

Alan was stunned for a moment, and naturally understood the meaning of the short man's words, and replied without thinking: "It's not worth it, it's just that you can't see it." ”

Indeed, Allen's personality in the past was very simple, and he just kept provoking him because he couldn't see Kress's various behaviors, but he had no other purpose. Maybe the Joseph family may have had some scruples in the past, and they didn't treat Allen, the son of a mere baron, as well...

Why is there a sudden attack now?

If he were a simple Allen, he would not have thought of this problem, but now he is a new Allen who is mainly the soul of the earth. Although he is not a very smart person, he was born in the Internet era and has a very broad horizon; Something that you wouldn't have noticed before is now coming to mind.

The information was not equal, and even if he thought about it, he wouldn't think of anything, so he simply shook his head and simply gave up this question.

The most important thing now is to get out of here and find evidence to prove his innocence, otherwise even if he can be free, it will only be secretly free.

Only by making yourself innocent can you appear in front of people openly and honestly as before.

After writing the contract, the short man had already handed the holy water to Allen, and when the short man put away the contract and stood up, Allen had already drunk the bottle of valuables that had been exchanged for a disproportionate amount of money.

A warm sensation flowed from his mouth to his abdomen, and then from his abdomen to his whole body, and Alan enjoyed the feeling that was more comfortable than soaking in a hot spring, but he cared more about what would happen to his injuries.

The dislocation of the arm has been forcefully picked up by him, and the internal fracture has also been simply treated and tied by him with the straw mat under him, at this time the broken place is exuding an itchy feeling, and the injuries all over the body have been reduced, but unfortunately, the collapse of the chest has not improved much because of this.

It's just that it doesn't matter anymore.

"Ding~ Your injuries have been healed by the Light Potion, your health is +50, and your state of being on the verge of serious injury has been relieved."

With this mechanical sound, a sense of security and vitality appeared in his body, and Alan clenched his fists and slowly but steadily stood up from the wet ground. Then, his eyes looked at the locked exit of the cage and suddenly frowned.

The short man Pan Sen saw that he was about to act as soon as his injuries recovered, and couldn't help but hurriedly say: "Hey, I said the venerable Knight Allen, you don't want to escape now, don't say anything else, can you get the lock open, I can't do anything anyway." Or wait until dawn when the jailers wake up and show up, and then try to get the key... Spoon..., what are you doing? ”

Pan Sen's tone changed from initial unhappiness to hesitation, and finally, his expression changed to a stunned expression: "I said Alan Knight, are you still a part-time thief?" ”

What the hell did he see?

The guy who was seriously injured and weak just now actually pried open the lock of the cage with a hard grass stalk three times and five by two?

That action is smoother than any thief's lock-picking action in the world!

Hearing the shouts behind him, Alan shivered as if he had just woken up from a dream, and then looked down at the straw stalk in his hand, and couldn't help but wonder: "I..."

"Ding~ The power of the shadow is activated, the lock is unlocked, the host learns the skill [unlocking] on its own, the current level - beginner!"

"Lockpicking skills are successfully performed, and experience points are +10."

"Warning! The rash use of the power of shadows in this world will cause unpredictable consequences, and the host will inevitably die prematurely, and the shadow bloodline is sealed..."

"The bloodline seal is successful! For the time being, you can't use the power of shadows to comprehend skills on your own, and you can turn on the random learning mode of skill points. ”

Accompanied by a series of mechanical sounds, a mysterious message flowed into Allen's mind, and he roughly felt it, and found that these messages were all about unlocking, and he was quite inexplicable, Allen hurriedly summoned the attribute panel.

Name: Allen

Race: Human/???

Status: Cadet Knight/Son of a Noble (Prisoner)

Level: 0

Experience Points: -290

Health: 60/100 (on the verge of critical injury)

Attributes: Strength 13, Agility 7, Constitution 10, Spirit 19, Perception 14, Charisma 17

Class: Assassin

Skills: [One-handed Sword Mastery], [Block Mastery], [Riding Mastery], [Battle Array Rush Kill], [Lockpicking Entry]

Skill Points Remaining: 0

Talents: None

Special Ability: None

Daily Mission: Undrawn (1 chance remaining)

Achievement Mission: Inactive (Activation Level: 10)

Main Quest: [Prison Break]

If you've been willing to be a well-behaved prisoner here, then no surprise is that your consequences will be miserable!

Rewards: 500 XP and an initial package

Task Punishment: None

......

-300 experience has become -290, the shadow bloodline behind the race has also become a series of question marks, and the sudden extra lock-picking skills prove that the system prompts I heard before are exactly the same as my own situation.

However, that state made Alan wonder, he had obviously recovered most of his vitality, why was he still on the verge of serious injury?

Is it because of the threat of chest collapse? Getting yourself seriously injured at any time?

Finally, what are the consequences of using that shadow power? Why does the system choose a seal? What is the Skill Point Random Learning Mode?

Just now, when he looked at the door of the cell, thinking about how to get out, his eyes suddenly fell into darkness, only the lock emitted bursts of blue light, an intuition made him involuntarily walk in front of the lock, and the information contained in that intuition was simple: he could open the lock!

Then, the lock was opened so inexplicably, and only with an insignificant straw stalk...

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" The short man Panson's slap brought Alan back to his senses, and when he saw the open wooden door of the cell in front of him, he chose to put aside all doubts for a while. Determined, he tore off the black iron chain that was originally used for confinement at the cell door, threw away the lock on it, wrapped the chain around his intact left arm, and then turned around and said hello: "It's nothing, goodbye!" ”

With that, he turned around and walked out of his cell.

It doesn't help to think too much. Now that he has recovered his strength, what are you hesitating about, it's early or late, it's dark now, and it's still the time period when he is "weak", so it's just right to start acting!

Missed tonight, I don't know what will happen after dawn; He didn't want to let his momentary hesitation delay the best time.

Behind him, Pan Sen deliberately lowered his voice to shout, roughly saying good luck or something, Alan waved his hand without looking back, and slowly disappeared from Pan Sen's sight.

This is supposed to be the underground space of the Night Prison, a dark corridor made of gray stone bricks, and on both sides are mostly wooden cells, with two dim torches inserted at intervals, burning silently, illuminating the direction of Allen's progress.

There were few prisoners here, and most of them were sleeping, and Alan walked lightly towards the exit of the underground prison in his memory, and finally he turned a corner, and passed through the narrow curving corridor as he wished, and saw the exit.

It's just that...

In the open space in front of the exit, a lively scene made Alan hurriedly dodge back into the corridor, stealthily probed the probe again, and then hurriedly retracted, secretly wondering: "Didn't you say that the jailers are sleeping?" Why are they all here now? ”

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