After this rare autumn rain passed, Lemmon's mood gradually broke through the dark clouds like that expectation. [Full text reading.]

From what he knew about Adozemoth, he was confident that the latter would do so in these days. In this way, the day of his liberation was just around the corner, and the thought that the shackles in his body might be lifted forever made his pace quicken, and the tea in his hand shook slightly, splashing a drop and falling on the metal tray.

"Lemon, you seem to be in a good mood today," Luo Lan glanced at his face with an unpredictable smile.

"That's probably because of the weather today, host. Lemon replied respectfully, taking the opportunity to bend his body deeply, and to bow his head as well, avoiding the gaze.

"Today's weather is indeed good," Luo Lan took a sip of tea gently, Sedaon, which is close to the eastern trade route, has this benefit, although it has been depressed a lot because of the war, but there are still some trade reserves left in the past, and the price of luxury goods like tea is not what it used to be, but there are still many nobles who rush to it.

It seems to be able to reminisce about the prosperity before the war, just like the cup in his hand, bitter and sweet. So the same thing, under different circumstances and understandings, also has two different meanings, Luo Lan put down the teacup and said lightly: "I also have reason to believe that today's night is also a wonderful night." ”

Lemon's heart thumped, and he didn't dare to raise his head more and more.

"Go down. I have some territorial affairs to attend to today, so you don't have to be around. Luo Lan waved his hand and said slowly.

"Yes, master. Lemon breathed a sigh of relief and slowly retreated.

After the door closed slowly, Luo Lan sat silently in the chair for a while, then got up and walked to the bookcase, gently turning a piece of ornament on it, the bookcase quietly slid to the side, and a secret door was exposed. He walked in.

Just after Luo Lan entered the dark room, the white feathers at the end of the quill pen on the table swayed gently, as if it was blown by the wind, but the doors and windows around it were closed.

Then an even more bizarre scene appeared, the quills actually slowly rose out of thin air, as if held by an invisible hand, and spun twice as quickly as a life.

Immediately after, a faint phantom appeared on Luo Lan's seat, and then became more and more real. Finally, a man in black is revealed. The quill was spinning rapidly on the fingertips of his right hand, and he was about twenty-five or sixteen years old, with a falcon-like gaze as sharp as a knife. The high, hooked nose and thin lips make this man ruthless and cold.

Adosi Nasu, a Shadow Thief of the Ninth Order.

With a sneer on his lips, he had a habit of going deep into the prey's habitat and carefully observing their every move, reflecting their appearance deeply in his mind. Because it is the fruit of his harvest, just as artists treat their works of art with the same care and passion, in the same way that he cuts off a piece of the thumb of his target and treasures it in the display case where he lives.

He likes to feel the life of his prey up close, breathe in their breath, sit face to face with them, and fully enjoy the pre-killing pleasure.

The process was quite amazing and allowed him to go through the baptism. The calm and waveless heart beat violently, but he still had to desperately endure it so that the other party would not notice. These two extremes of feeling like a chronic poison make him want to stop.

He laughed slowly. The prey pleased him, for he stood beside the man. His teeth were sore, the muscles of his cheeks trembling with excitement, there was a long-lost irritation and trembling, and it was also a sign of extreme danger, but he was extremely excited.

He sighed slightly, there were not many such prey, and he really wanted to taste more of such poison. Although he was a little reluctant to end the life of this prey today, reason told him that he could not cross the dangerous line, otherwise the Grim Reaper would really find him.

In terms of personality, he is also a scheming person, even his own brother he does not fully believe it, he can see that Lemon hates, but this is deliberately caused by him, in the execution of the mission, he always leaves Lemon a little chance to rebel, and he hides in the dark to observe, he is very much looking forward to this situation, he likes the feeling of walking on a high-altitude tightrope, and he also wants to take this opportunity to torture this beautiful brother who is older than him.

But he was disappointed, and nothing like this had ever happened.

He cursed secretly.

He looked at the entrance to the dark room and put his hand on his chest, a good thief never lacks patience, he was waiting, waiting for his target to come out of the dark room.

It came much later than he expected.

It was near evening that the door to the dark room slowly opened.

Atocifer silently dived back into the shadow form again, in

Before closing the door of the dark room, he flashed inside with a "whoosh".

He couldn't help but wonder, what the hell was this prey doing here for so long?

He took out the dagger alertly, whatever it was, I would find it myself.

This is his habit, a thief will never go home empty-handed, he thinks that there must be some secret hidden in this dark room, maybe it is gold, maybe some treasure, in short, he will make a fortune while completing the task, and the rewards of the guild alone will not meet his usual expenses.

Although this is against the rules of the guild, but without these things, who will check on him?

As for the lord, let him live for a while, and after he has a complete grasp of the situation here, the next time he comes to this dark room, it will be his time of death!

He was already proud of his plan, to kill the prey in the dark room, and when the others found out that their lord was missing, it would probably take a week or a month to find this place, right?

He turned his head and looked at the place carefully, the bright candle flame had not yet been extinguished, and it was a little eerie.

A duster hangs from the bronze hook at the entrance, still swinging gently, proving that it was used not long ago.

Most of the nobles' dark rooms are like this, because they lack the necessary cleaning, so they will clean them themselves before they come out every time.

The dark room was unexpectedly large, not like a treasure room, but a bit like a training room.

According to the thief's habit, he first checked if there was a passage to the outside, and if not, he would also check whether the vent was passable, and to his satisfaction there was an outward passage not far away, and there was no need to check again, this kind of road was generally not blocked, because in case of emergency, it was a life-saving passage, and in the same way, after he had completed the assassination, he could leave it calmly.

But after a while, he showed a suspicious look.

He clearly saw many marks of the sword on the wall, he went up and touched it with his hand, judging by the dust and fine powder of the rock on his hand, these marks were very new, as if they had just been scratched, he could not help frowning, could it be that this lord had only come here to vent? After all, it is impossible for a priest to wield a sword, he can only think of this word.

Because he knew that many nobles liked to torture prisoners or abuse female slaves in dark rooms, and there were many tricks, some of which were unheard of.

His nose sniffed, and he was more sure of his judgment, because he smelled a faint fragrance, this is the perfume on the woman's body, and he has not been away for long, he sneered, it turned out that this is the lord who has just had a "tryst" here, but the tryst lasted for nearly a whole day, which made him admire it greatly.

Then Adozimad turned his attention elsewhere, and his eyes lit up with joy.

Ten recessed closets were carved into the stone walls, a style that the nobles used to store their jewelry, and the doors of the closets were more than one person high, made of metal throughout, and eroded with acid to create delicate rings.

But he did not go there at once, but crouched down cautiously, carefully looking at the traces left in the ground, yes, there was the least dust, indicating that there were people walking around a lot, and what could be more exciting than looking at his treasures over and over again?

After taking a closer look, he was surprised to find that there were no magic traps or traps at this distance.

He couldn't help but sneer, could it be that this prey was so confident that he tied all his trust to an ordinary door?

Just when he was disdainful, something surprising happened.

The closet door in front of him, not far away, suddenly opened!

A withered hand came out of it, and the moisture on the hand seemed to have evaporated, leaving only a thin layer of skin attached to it.

Then a skeletal-like head poked out, sparse hair hanging from its scalp, and two flickering green flames in its eyes.

Hmph! Adocifer sneered, is it a zombie puppet? This kind of mechanism is also unique.

It's just that before his thoughts were finished, the zombie actually spoke: "Who are you?"

Atozemath's pupils suddenly shrank, and his head was in chaos, this scene was far beyond the scope of his common sense, the talking zombie, could it be a lich?

To his surprise, the zombie suddenly pushed open the heavy metal door, smashed against the wall and made a "bang" sound, and his whole body rose with a black demonic aura, and roared: "Brothers!

"Boom, boom, boom" all the closet doors open together!