"If I'm the one who made the false account, then where would 'I' hide it?"

Watching the pitch-black warehouse not far away, and the faint "torches" patrolling back and forth around, Loren, who was squatting on the roof of a certain place, chatted to himself.

This is an obvious question.

There are ten warehouses in Crucible, five of which are for stockpiling and five for receiving and shipping—the one who makes the fake accounts doesn't want the "fake" warehouse to be under the nose of anyone else, so it can only be the one that contains the inventory, but not too conspicuous.

He must reduce the probability of being discovered, and at the same time have enough time to make up for it when something happens, even if something is found to be wrong, he can tear down the east wall and make up the west wall.

"So, the answer is that every warehouse has a problem - as long as you can't find the cat on the ledger, even if someone really finds something, you don't know where the evidence is hidden, perfect!"

With a snap of his fingers, a hint of pity appeared in the corners of the black-haired wizard's eyes: "It's a pity, who let you bump into a guy like Isaac Grantham who is so unreasonable that he is unreasonable?"

"Holy Cross won't bless you tonight, Lord of the Crucible Academy. ”

Just after speaking, a pitch-black figure fell from the roof.

There were a total of twelve guards with torches around the warehouse, four in the corner of the rooftop on the top floor of the warehouse, four patrolling back and forth around the perimeter, and two guarding the warehouse gates, and only two ways to enter without being detected:

The first - the staircase on the rooftop, but as long as you make a movement, the remaining three will definitely find yourself, and while you put down four people, the rest will definitely attract reinforcements, and you will be exposed;

the second - the warehouse gate, but the guard on the roof and the two at the door are not blind, and it is not as convenient to break in head-on as a violent demolition with a "Turin Fire";

It may seem like both roads will cause a commotion, but ......

"Well, was there any movement over there?"

The leading guard rubbed his eyes vigorously, holding a torch and desperately looking at the dark alley in the distance.

"I didn't see any movement. A young man who followed behind smiled: "Maybe it's a mouse or something, you're making too much fuss, aren't you?"

"What a fuss? This is the order of the Dean. The leader snorted coldly: "A bunch of fools, what an honor it is for His Highness Brandon to come to Crucible Town? Who dares to disgrace the dean, I will hang him first!"

"You, and both of you, go over and take a look, and then leave one of you there for a quarter of an hour! That nerd up there, don't be stunned, give me a look over there!"

Reluctantly, the three young men had no choice but to walk over with torches, and the rooftop guards who heard the order also leaned on the railing, desperately looking into the distance.

The temporary settlement of the periphery, followed by the main entrance.

Attracting the attention of five guards at once, the black-haired wizard who was secretly glad in his heart took the opportunity to move directly in front of the warehouse, lying behind the wall of the alley, and kicked off the torch on the wall to ensure that no one would be spotted.

Surprisingly, the guards at the two gates did not chat with each other, nor did they doze off against the corner, but instead stood in place intently, acting as a "living sculpture".

"Wait! I remember there was a torch in the alley in front of me, why did it go out all of a sudden?"

One of the guards widened his eyes and pointed to the alley where the black-haired wizard was hiding, and said loudly, "The guy who just patrolled seems to have said that there is some movement!"

It is worthy of being a down-to-earth Sakran and a gangster in Gutter Alley are completely two levels.

Although they noticed the movement, the two guards did not mean to leave the door, and still vigilantly stood outside the door of the warehouse, staring at the dark alley, but in this way, Loren's purpose was achieved.

From the beginning, he was not prepared to "break through" through the main entrance - no matter how much time he rushed, it was impossible to open the warehouse door without being detected, and then walk in without saying a word.

So what you really have to do is to make sure that the guards at the gate of these two stations don't look around, and then accidentally find out what is so disturbing to you.

The patrolling guards stayed where they were, the doorman at the main gate stared straight ahead, and the two rooftops were attracted by the movement just now, and then the two guys on the rooftop turned around.

Three, two, one...... Here's your chance!

Following the blind spot of the two guards, a figure quickly moved to the edge of the warehouse, and the patrol team that stayed in place was already approaching this side, but it was too late for them.

Fifteen seconds later, the black-haired wizard had crawled to the edge of the warehouse rooftop, and as long as no one couldn't help but want to lower his head, he couldn't be spotted stuck in the blind spot.

But Loren's most hated thing is always accidents, not one.

The best solution is not to rely on intuition and luck, but to deliberately lure the enemy to act according to his own wishes.

The patrol on the perimeter of the warehouse was slowly approaching, and the guard standing on the edge of the rooftop instinctively glanced down when he heard the footsteps below—this was the moment he was waiting for!

Loren climbed onto the roof almost against the edge of the guard, throwing a stone downward. The leading guard was unexpectedly hit by the Heavenly Spirit Gai, and raised his head with a frown: "Hey, did you find any movement?!"

"Huh?" the guard instinctively glanced back, and there were only three other guys on the empty rooftop, shrugging their shoulders and shaking their heads at the people below.

From start to finish, he didn't notice a dark-haired wizard crouching behind him......

After making sure that no one was looking back, Loren made his way up the stairs into the warehouse—after fighting alongside the war dancers in the Grove of Ancients, he had learned the "trick" of not making a sound, and although it was slightly inferior to the elves, it was enough.

The warehouse is divided into three floors, with a capped rectangular patio in the center, shelves on both sides and around it, and the walls look very solid and should be well insulated.

Very good, but there is a problem - that is, the entire warehouse is too large to imagine, and it is completely dark and you can't see anything, and in this case, if you want to find "evidence", I am afraid that you will not have to find it until dawn......

It's weird.

"Let me think about it......"

Struggling to remember what one "megalomaniac" had told him, the dark-haired wizard slowed down and moved cautiously through the warehouse - the sturdy walls did insulate the sound, but he didn't want any "surprises".

For example, a guard suddenly "wants to come in and walk around" or something......

"First go to the second floor, turn right at the edge of the stairs and follow the shelves... Belch... The second exit turns right onto the second shelf... And then turn around ... Turn left again......"

The air smelled of rust and inexplicable decay, and in the darkness, Loren walked forward and muttered, as if he could see Isaac Grantham's pretentious figure in front of him.

"Finally... On the third level of the sixth shelf... The fourth weapon case ... This is it!"

With a snap of his fingers, Loren stretched out his right hand and touched it...... Sure enough, there was a nine-pointed star engraved on the box, although it was only the size of a fingernail, and ordinary people would not be able to detect anything even if they were discovered.

Squinting his eyes slightly, Loren couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth. The most important material for alchemists is silver, as it is the only metal that can bear the load of the power of the Void, but in the southern realms of the Empire, they possess a metal that is unusually light, malleable as bronze, and polished like glass.

Mithril - According to Isaac, there are at least three full crates in this warehouse, even if it is just one crate of refined Mithril Ore, which can buy a castle in the South, build a wizard's library, or three manors comparable to the Silver Hall!

And now, these three boxes of Mithril ore are already "non-existent" things in the account books of Crucible Town, and the black-haired wizard can't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

"That's... How did that sentence come about......" In front of the empty shelves, the black-haired wizard with a leisurely expression slowly raised his arms:

"No one knew I had infiltrated!"

"Smack!" interrupted Loren's smile with a soft muffled sound.

A steel sword rested on his shoulder.