In the empty aisle, he was the only one left in the empty aisle.

The noise in the rooms on either side of the aisle continued, but in Shogues's perception, the whole world seemed to suddenly fall into a dead silence, and only his own heartbeat remained.

His plan was not complicated, and he took the opportunity to unlock and sneak into the storage room.

After stealing the food and packing it, bury it in the guild's garbage heap, and take advantage of the night meal time when the two people on duty at the main gate come down to change the guard, pretend to go out to smuggle the food out of the guild and hide it in a hidden corner of the alleyway, and then come back as if nothing happened.

Stay in the guild until you can leave naturally, and everything will be settled.

There must be flaws in this seemingly crude plan, but Shogues thinks that no matter how the layout is changed, the difficulty of this matter will remain the same.

After all, stealing something from a guild where professional thieves gather is like risking death to steal eggs from a dragon's lair, either you eat the eggs or the dragon eats you.

He had relied on this method many times before, sometimes a small bag of beans, sometimes a few slices of jerky bread and the like, and it has been safe to this day.

However, Shogues knows very well that too many gravediggers will eventually meet ghosts, so this vote should be his last masterpiece. Even if the guild doesn't find out about the theft afterwards, it will remain dormant for a long time.

The reason why he wants to take the top post and not do it in his own post is only because Shogues wants to muddy the waters by the way.

For example, now, the good old man Tyre has taken half of the suspicion of this matter.

If the food theft breaks out in two days, there will already be several groups of people changing the guard, and most of the entire guild will be put under suspicion.

In short, the larger the scope of suspicion, the safer you are.

Feeling the lock-picking tool from the belt compartment, feeling his hand tremble slightly, Shoggers let out a long breath silently, forcibly suppressing the tension and restlessness in his heart.

This kind of desperate approach is different from the desperate work of the poor, and in the face of ordinary people, he may be able to take advantage of some skills and retreat, but if this matter is revealed, he will definitely die.

With his hands behind his back, Shoggers inserted the tool into the keyhole with feeling.

On the surface, he seemed to be on duty at the moment, but the posture of standing with his hands behind his back and looking straight ahead was too rigorous and stiff.

Realizing this, he opened his mouth and moved his facial muscles as he opened his mouth to make his expression softer.

"Click. ”

After a few moments, with a slight metal thump, Shogues felt the locks loosen and the door to the storage room opened.

Glancing at the closed doors on either side of the aisle, Shogues fell backwards, disappearing into the storage room door like a swaying ghost, and then the door closed silently again.

From the moment he opened the door to the storage room, time was running out for him.

At this moment, anyone outside could inadvertently open the door and enter the hallway, and the unattended situation would be clear at a glance, and the plan would naturally be revealed.

Although the whole process of stealing does not take long, everything that follows is a random event, and there is no specific pattern or time difference to grasp, which is the most unstable and dangerous part of the whole plan.

And finally there is a difficulty, after stealing, you have to carry the packaged food across the road and rush into the garbage room, dig up the garbage and bury the food, once anyone bumps into it......

In the dark, Xiugus shook his head decisively, forcibly dispelling all kinds of subconscious bad conjectures in his mind.

The only thing that matters now is that whatever you want to do, you have to be fast.

The old wooden floor has gone through many years, and a little too heavy foot may bring a rotten explosion sound. Shogues carefully paid attention to every detail, groping in the darkness from memory.

Although his vision is limited, the layout of the storage room has long been in his mind.

This temporary storage room was about the size of the two prayer rooms of the monastery and was relatively empty.

On either side of the wall were clutter and old tables and chairs, and food should have been piled haphazardly on the open floor in the center of the room in front of the old fireplace, along with a variety of drinks and the like.

Soon, several cloth pockets, either crooked or upright, entered Shogues' dark vision.

He quickly pulled out the empty cloth bag he had prepared from the placket of his coat and shook it open silently, ready to start.

Naturally, it was impossible for Shogues to remove all the food here, so he had to pick a part of each of the many omnivorous foods and fill his empty cloth bag.

The amount of a whole bag is not too conspicuous compared to the total amount of food, but it is already many times more than what Shogues has quietly taken in the past.

As for the eventual impact of this incident, if the guild finds out about the theft, there will definitely be some or even a few unlucky ghosts involved, but so what's the matter.

In Shogues's mind, the survival of his own people is more important than anything else.

Pinning two fingers to flick on the surface of the cloth bag, judging by the touch that it should be a bag of sand beans, Xiugus quickly turned his target to the next cloth bag, and soon, with his fumbling he found the jerky he cared about the most.

Just as he reached out and pulled the rope at the mouth of the cloth bag, a voice suddenly came from the dark corner of the storage room.

"It seems that your lockpicking skills have yet to be honed, and it is too slow. ”

In the darkness, Xiugus, who was unpacking the cloth bag, suddenly stiffened all over, and great fear instantly enveloped him.

It was the voice of the Thieves Guild Leader's fangs.

Shogues, who was not even a full member of the guild, was naturally not on the same level as the other party, and had never been given the privilege of talking to the guildmaster before.

However, Shogues had participated in the guild's regular meetings many times, although most of the time it was the guild leader's lectures, and the guild members listened, and it was not difficult to remember the slightly hoarse voice of the guild fang.

Cold sweat dripped down his cheeks, and Shogues began to tremble uncontrollably, as if he had been poured a bucket full of glacial water head-on, and this trembling never stopped from the beginning.

Now that the guild leader is here at this moment, Shogues knows that his path has finally come to an end.

In the face of certain interests, people will always ignore those possible dooms and use luck to paralyze and encourage themselves.

Before the whole theft plan was launched, Hughgos had made some preparations, mainly psychologically, and naturally had anticipating the outcome of failure.

But he felt that since he had made up his mind, it didn't matter whether it was bitter wine or poison waiting in front of him, he just drank it.

Haven't real men always lived like that?

At this moment, when it was really life and death, he realized how ridiculous those hypothetical determinations were before, and he was far from being as tough as he imagined, and he was able to cross the boundary of death with a smile.

There was a bitter taste in his mouth, and Shoggers didn't want to die, to die at this age, to die in such a trivial matter that was not honorable.

What's more, he just got rid of loneliness not long ago, and he still has too many expectations and fantasies about life.

At this moment, Shogues wanted to turn around and flee the door, but he didn't dare. What remnants of his sanity were warning him that Fangs weren't the kind of person to say hello to you and see you go unharmed.

"Huh~"

The thickly woven felt cloth was lifted, and a copper oil lamp, which had not been extinguished but was only temporarily obscured, was re-exposed to the darkness.

The sudden light made Xiugus squint his eyes, and subconsciously raised his hand to block it.

When his gaze gradually adjusted, Xiugus realized that there were actually four people in the entire room, including himself. This made him extremely glad, if he had made a slight move just now, he would undoubtedly be dead at this moment.

Just as Shoggers predicted, too many gravediggers will eventually meet ghosts, and now, ghosts are coming.

Fangs are located in the right corner of the room.

This middle-aged man has a very friendly smile on his face as always, his short and neat hair is meticulously combed, and a set of slim and decent leather hunting clothes makes his whole person exude an almost elegant temperament.

At this moment, he was holding his hands and crossing his legs on the table in front of him, and the chair under his buttocks was propped up on the ground, and the upturned part was swaying leisurely in the air while maintaining its balance.

In the left corner was Freel, the deacon of the Thieves' Guild, sitting at an old table, one leg hanging down as if there was nowhere to put it, his head half leaning against the wall, looking more like a melancholy troubadour.

Shugges has the impression that he has always been a man of few words in the guild, and it seems that he is busy with guild affairs most of the time, and occasionally communicates with guild members and is silent, but in fact, his external image is extremely good at words.

The last one, in the corner behind Shoguez near the door to the storage room, and the person Shogues hated the most in the entire guild, the Vice Leader Chain.

It's not for nothing that this meaty-faced man has been nicknamed 'The Chain'.

It is said that when he was an idle mercenary before joining the Thieves' Guild, he was keen on fighting, and seemed to have a knack for killing.

When his enemies lose their ability to resist, he likes to wrap chains around his target's neck, then push his knees against the opponent's back from behind, and pull the chains with both arms while exerting force on both sides, eventually strangling the opponent to death.

Chains are addicted to this method of killing, because it can greatly deprive the other party of the last dignity.

Most of the deceased were in disarray, their faces were bruised and swollen, their mouths and noses were bleeding, their long tongues were sticking out, and in severe cases, they were incontinent.

The cruel and perverted taste is not the biggest reason why Huggus dislikes him, but because Chains is especially cruel and jealous, and all the people around him who are more capable than him are his potential enemies.

It is precisely because of this that Isel, who is low-key but strong, naturally stands on the opposite side of the chain, on the surface, the chain puts his arm around Isel's shoulder and drinks and talks, but secretly he keeps black.

Since Isel was gone, for Shogoth, Isère's little dog leg, the chain has found some excuses to repair Shogoth's nose and face to be swollen several times.

At this moment, the expression of the chain was faintly disappointed, originally thought that this hunt would be the hard hand of other forces in the town, but he didn't expect it to be just a little mouse in the guild.

However, when he saw that it was Shogues who stepped on the line, his expression immediately became excited again.

A thick bundle of hemp rope was flapped against the palm of his hand, and the chain stepped forward with a smile.

Hold the ends of the rope and squeeze it towards the middle, and the middle of the rope naturally bends into a cross-like loop.

Gently put the ring around the neck of Xiugus, who was still trembling involuntarily, and the expression of the chain looked very gentle, like putting on a coat for a slightly cold lover.

He was looking forward to what Shogues would do when the rope was tightened, and whether he would twitch in the air like a little worm hanged by spider silk.

The imagination and pleasure brought by this kind of alternative killing are beyond the reach of even a stunner woman.