Old Cherky felt that he had really been unlucky these days.

As one of the lucky ones who had safely retired from the dangerous profession of sea hunter and saved a fortune to continue, he thought that his luck should be very good.

Unfortunately, fate showed a very cruel "fair" side to him, which allowed the old man to escape from the terrible shipwreck and only broke one leg, but this escape from death seems to have drained all the luck of the second half of old Cherki's life.

Since his retirement, he has encountered strange and bizarre and terrifying events one after another, and the experience of more than ten years in the second half of his life is even more "wonderful" than the life experience of his more than thirty years as a sea hunter combined.

What a glowing female grimace in a small alley in the middle of the night~

What kind of former teammates who came back from the dead (A large part of the memories of the Evolution Church were erased by the infected, so Cherky didn't know that he had a thrilling experience after that. ）。

What else... Cultist rituals......

Although he seemed to be lucky to survive every time, as if fate was not so unkind to him, these experiences were enough for ordinary people who were not professionals to scare the bitter gall of the faint-hearted......

If he could, the elder Cherky would have preferred to spend a few more years on a sea hunting ship in exchange for a more peaceful and happy old age - at least on the ship, with his beloved harpoon, he would not be scared out of his own familiar territory......

However, this is obviously impossible, and what is even more terrible is that fate seems to have gotten tired of the poor old fellow, who has now prepared its knife and fork, and is about to dismantle him......

This morning, when Cherki woke up from his sleep with a living pain in his leg, he realized that it was probably not going to be a good day.

However, he never imagined that the recurrence of the terrible old injury and the severe pain in his leg were just the beginning of today's "not good" days......

Just as he grabbed the suede bag (something resembling a hot water bottle) beside his bed and was about to boil some hot water to warm his legs and relieve the pain, he suddenly heard the creak of the dilapidated gate in the outer courtyard of the manor.

Then old Cherki's premonition of crisis, which had not yet completely failed, immediately began to alarm bells, and his instinct told him that the guy who had come to the edge of the cliff and touched his room in such an early morning would probably not be a friend who had come to visit.

Could it be a robber?

This was the first reaction of the old Cherki.

There are usually no robbers around King's Harbour, and since the new "Black Harbor Society" has cleaned up the port area, there have been fewer burglars.

However, this possibility cannot be ruled out......

Thinking of this, old Cherki suddenly became nervous.

You know, robbers and thieves who burglary are not the same as those dock gangsters who block the road just to grab a few copper plates.

According to the law of King's Port, if a person is caught breaking into someone's house and stealing something, he will be punished as a robbery.

And the first-class gangsters of robbers and pirates have a high chance of being hanged in this merchant kingdom that hates these two criminals the most!

Knowing the consequences of this, once they are discovered in the process of burglary, in order to avoid being caught, they will often do nothing, simply kill people, and have no proof of death......

So these guys are bandits and outlaws, and that's as hard to deal with as they can be!

Cherky dragged his stump through the short knife placed next to the bed, and then hid himself in a large closet next to him.

He tried not to make any noise, while also listening with bated breath to the movement coming from downstairs.

The old Cherki, who had bought it from a merchant who was anxious to move to the aristocratic district, was a relatively large manor with a courtyard, and its main hall was divided into two floors, with nine rooms, including the kitchen and the basement.

Cherki's room was in the middle of the second floor, and the room where he kept his belongings was next to his bedroom.

The door was locked in that room, and only the door and the room in the whole house were locked.

So if the thief wasn't too stupid, he should have sensed that there was something of value in that room.

Cherki hid quietly in the closet, carefully listening to the sound of muffled footsteps as he slowly climbed the stairs, and then stopped outside the room next to his bedroom.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of pulling the knife out of the sheath made a cold sweat instantly break out on the forehead of old Cherki!

He immediately realized that this guy was definitely not a bandit who had come in, but a Grim Reaper who had come to kill him!

Old Cherki, who had been floating on the sea for decades and had held various knives in his hands, knew well the sound of knives when they were pulled out of their sheaths.

Each knife is different, and each knife has a different sound when it comes out of its sheath.

In order to minimize the exposure of themselves and make their actions more agile, burglars generally carry short weapons such as short knives or long daggers.

The sound of the knife as it came out of its sheath was sharp and short, and it was definitely not as high and long as the one he had just heard.

There is only one kind of knife that can make this unsheathed sound, and that is a saber designed to kill people!

This is the kind of knife used by those professional men who wear helmets and armor, and every time they are pulled out of their scabbards, the loud metal scraping sound is very harsh!

Burglaries don't carry such knives, not to mention that they are not suitable for them, and they simply cannot afford such expensive sabers.

Even if it's not the "equipment" used by professional masters, it's just an ordinary saber made in an ordinary blacksmith shop, and it costs a full five gold coins to buy one!

With this money, who would risk losing their heads to commit burglary?

Isn't that a brain squeezed by the door?

Since it is not a burglar, then the comer has only one purpose.

That's his Cherki's old life!

Although I don't know who wanted his life for what purpose, old Cherki is not a guy who sits still.

At this moment, the movement from the next door confirmed his suspicion again, and the guy with the saber easily removed the lock and entered the room where he stored his possessions, but he did not hear any sound of rummaging through the cabinets.

Soon, the footsteps came out of the room again, and continued in the direction of his bedroom.

Old Cherki realized that if he didn't want to find a way to do something, he would probably have to give his life here and now.

But fortunately, when he chose this house as his bedroom, he actually had his reasons.

The reason for this is the secret passage behind this large wardrobe......

Cherki didn't know what this secret passage had been used for, perhaps the secret passage used by the former owner of the house, that is, the merchant, to have a tryst with the maid?

All he knew was that the secret passage led to the basement of the room, and now, it would be the only way for him to escape!

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