Seven days ago.

Port of Roman, the top of the Romantower.

A girl in black civilian clothes held the spire with her right hand, looking down on the narrow street 100 meters below, and the cold wind blew through, making the girl's clothes hunt.

At this time, on the street, the crazy white-eyed red star werewolf roared violently, and under its visually striking body, a thin and emaciated figure stood calmly in front of it.

"Whew~boom!"

Suddenly, a dazzling flash of thunder flashed, and the girl couldn't help but raise her left hand to cover it, followed by a roar under the dimming of the light, the girl hurriedly looked, only to see the scarlet eyes of the white-eyed red star werewolf extinguished, and the huge body fell backwards with a bang.

The girl looked at this scene with dull eyes, and what he didn't expect was that such a fierce orc was killed instantly by the man's move.

What kind of strength does it take to kill an orc of this form in seconds......

"If he's going to kill me, I can't dodge it......" The plainclothes girl muttered to herself.

Thinking of the man's reluctance to chase after him, no matter what, if he used this lightning attack in the rear, he should not be able to avoid the result of his death.

The girl stared at the silent emaciated figure in the street, and suddenly, the man raised his head, as if aware of it, and looked in his direction.

Seeing this, the girl immediately recovered from her daze, quickly turned her back, and covered her figure with the help of the Romanta.

With her back pressed against the tower, the girl exhaled nervously, and after a long time, she tried to peek down with one eye.

However, there was no sign of the man on the street, and after glancing around for a while, the girl saw the thin figure of the man alone at the end of the road, turned a corner, and disappeared......

The sound of the wind was still in her ears, and the girl didn't know how long she stood at the top of the tower, until the cold wind blew her body a little cold, and then the girl turned around and silently jumped towards the bottom of the tower.

The girl's name is Dao Guangyi, and she is the only daughter of Dao Zhengqing, the president of the Romain Port Thieves Guild.

Today is her eighteen-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, according to the rules of the thieves' union, every adult member who has just turned eighteen should go out on the day of the coming-of-age ceremony to steal a theft, and the union has assigned the girl the task of stealing the bronze statue of the Roman god that several people worship at the sacrifice.

Originally, it was the usual habit of the union to be assisted by several members of the union to ensure that the theft was carried out smoothly. However, because Dao Guangyi is the daughter of the president of the trade union, and she has a stealth talent that has been rare for several years, Dao Guangyi is not allowed to be assisted by anyone when everyone is unanimously very important.

was born in such a family of thieves since she was a child, and she has the natural potential to be a thief, but the girl just doesn't want to be a thief.

She has always felt rejection from the bottom of her heart for such a disgusted profession, but from beginning to end, she has never gotten rid of her confused emotions for eighteen years.

If you don't become a thief, what can you do?

Everyone in the guild said that she was a born thief, and that her talent, her background, and everything around her, including the land under her feet, the port of Roman, the paradise of thieves, had created innate conditions for her......

Walking in a trance on the street where no one was at night, the girl's mind suddenly echoed the words of the emaciated man when he trapped herself with fine arts:

In fact, you are not suitable to be a thief at all.

You have a lot of talent.

You have a better choice.

"I have ...... Better choice......" the girl murmured.

No one has ever told themselves that they are not suitable to be thieves, and they also told themselves that there will be a better choice, what is this choice...... Daoguang had no answer in his heart.

The scattered gaze in Dao Guangyi's eyes suddenly focused, because the road ahead had come to an end, facing the wall in front of her, the girl's steps forward did not pause, and walked straight towards the wall.

At the same time, a black ripple began to ripple on the wall in front of her, and the girl passed through the ripple without the slightest hindrance.

Ahead is the edge of the port area of the Roman Harbor, which is also the location of the Dark Road, the Thieves' Guild, Daoguang walked to an unusually hidden stone gate, jumped into it with a neat figure, and below was a world completely different from the outside world.

The stagnant water was rancid, the trail was dull and cramped, and Daoguang walked straight away, and he was used to it.

At this time, a figure walked from the front of Dao Guangyi, because the line of sight at night was clearer than ordinary people, Dao Guangyi didn't have much effort to see the appearance of the person who came.

Slightly gray hair, a few wrinkled foreheads, a black cloth coat, a pair of rough cloth shoes, and a simple outfit reveal the old man's not too simple momentum.

Standing in place and not moving, Dao Guangyi watched the old man walk in front of him the whole time, calmly and unhurriedly, until he disappeared from the stone gate, and the old man never looked at Dao Guangyi more.

Retracting his gaze, Daoguang turned his head expressionlessly and continued to walk towards the dark path.

Skillfully bypassing a few paths, Dao Guangyi's figure appeared outside the entrance of a stone pier, and two strange big characters were carved above the entrance of the cave: dark road.

Stepping out of his left leg, as soon as Dao Guangyi's figure stepped in, the sound of two quarrels quickly came, and Dao Guangyi's forward body immediately froze in place.

"Where did you go the other day," a middle-aged man's slightly angry voice came.

However, what responded to him was a low male voice that had been silent for a long time: "A small village. ”

Daoguang leaned against the stone wall, using this to cover his figure, and slowly projected his gaze in, only to see that above the lobby, three figures were fighting against each other, and one of the middle-aged men was his father Dao Zhengqing.