When Jinyu woke up in the morning, sweat soaked through her underwear. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Maybe it can't be said to be morning.

She tugged at the clothes that were stuck to her skin, trying to make herself comfortable for a while.

Then she looked up and looked at the wall clock on the wall.

The second hand moves, the minute hand moves slightly, and only the hour hand remains motionless, remaining in the center of 4 and 5.

Half past four in the morning.

"It turns out that our sleep time is not set by the system." Jin Yu suddenly thought of this.

However, she turned to deny the claim, "At least, I'm not." ”

"Ha......" She tossed the sheet covering her jade legs away, and landed her feet on the ground.

Jinyu stood up and walked to the windowsill, looking up at the moonlight in the distance.

In the desert area, the temperature at night is extremely cold, but despite this, Jinyu still has only thin clothes on her body.

Feeling the discomfort caused by the sweat on her body, she still seems to remember the scene in the dream just now.

Jinyu just had a nightmare.

That's why she woke up in a cold sweat.

Breathing in the cold air, Jinyu decided to take a shower first and then change out of the underwear on her body.

……

There are no candles in the Archive, and open fires are prohibited.

The only source of light is a mana lamp in my hand.

I walked from shelf to shelf, looking for what I needed.

"Manyo Kingdom History 1, Manyo Country History 2......" Looking at the labels on each shelf, I carefully skimmed over them, and then continued to search carefully.

"Here, Long Night." Xie Yan's figure appeared, pointing in a direction.

I walked over slowly, picked up the mana lamp and illuminated the name of the label.

"Tales of Neighboring Nations."

Neighbors?

I guess that's what I'm referring to.

Looks like this is the place I'm looking for.

Taking a deep breath, I plunged headlong into the sea of books.

……

The Misty Believers quietly appeared at dawn.

There was no candle with snow by his side.

After all, no matter how ruthless he is in the game, in reality, he is still a middle-aged man.

He treats the bright candle with the snow as a daughter, and always wants her to sleep a little longer.

At this moment, directly in front of him, there was a wooden house that looked slightly larger than the other buildings.

In the corner of the wooden house hangs an inconspicuous old wooden sign.

There are several indecipherable characters written on it in the language of the Manyo Kingdom.

The traces left by the long night on the edge are lost here.

"Looks like it's really in." The Misty believer speculated, "And now he's still in there, and he's not coming out." ”

Quietly entering a stealth state, the Misty Believer touched the door of the house.

The keyhole of the gate is rusty and seems to have been some years old.

However, this was not a problem for him as an Assassin.

Although it is a little different from a thief, the basic skills of lockpicking, this profession will still be some.

Pulling out the lock picker from his backpack, the Mist inserted it into the keyhole and slowly adjusted it.

The lock pick and the rust in the lock hole rubbed against each other, making an unbearable sound.

The Misty Believer quickly stopped what he was doing.

He was afraid that the voice would attract the attention of the people around him.

But fortunately, it was seven o'clock in the morning, and it was the time when the maintenance had just been completed, and there was no one around.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief.

However, the next thing happened that made him nervous again.

……

Witch Hunt.

Seeing the name of this document, I knew that I had found something right.

So I opened it and studied it carefully.

This document recounts an event that took place seventeen years ago, in the entire territory of the Weaver Country.

Pope Cloufe ordered the expulsion of all heretics in the country.

The so-called heretics are those who are engaged in the mage and wizarding trades.

Eventually, the expulsion turned into a massacre, in which almost all but a few escaped from the border.

This is also the reason why Rinslet fled to Manyo Province.

That's not my focus, though.

If it is a document, there must be a roster of people who participated in the operation at that time.

I continued to scroll down, and sure enough, I found a document called "List of Honors".

That's what I'm looking for.

I opened the document and read it carefully.

……

A withered hand put on the shoulder of the Misty Believer, scaring him out.

He hurriedly shook off the hand, then quickly turned, the dagger unsheathed.

The reason why the Misty Believer was flustered was because he was in stealth mode just now.

In stealth, it stands to reason that no one will be able to spot him.

If anyone could see him sneaking, then that person must be a great threat.

"Young people, it's not a good behavior to draw a knife directly at the elderly like this."

Standing in front of the Misty Believer was an old man who looked like a skeleton all over his body, and his thin form made one wonder if he was alive or dead.

"How did you see me?" However, the Misty Believer would not let down his guard just because it was an old man in front of him, and the dagger in his hand was still pressed against the old man's neck, vowing to ask what happened.

"When people are old, although they are a little old and dizzy, they can still see some things more clearly." The old man shook his head, "Your father won't be happy if you treat an old man like this." ”

The Misty Believer knew that he was wrong, and put away his dagger.

He didn't want to make the environment so tense, not to mention that there was still an old man standing in front of him.

"That's right." The old man nodded approvingly, "Not everything in the world can be solved by force. ”

"Violence can solve momentary desires, but the troubles it brings will accompany you for a lifetime." He bent over and put his hand on the doorknob, "You have to remember that. ”

Then his withered hand gently pulled the heavy wooden door open.

It turned out that the door was not locked at all.

The Misty Believer was suddenly a little surprised.

"You came here to pick the lock, you must not understand what is written on this small sign." The old man smiled and pointed to the old wooden sign.

The Misty Believer shook his head honestly.

"This is the literature database of Wanye Country, not a landlord's compound, you stole things and stole the wrong place." The old man had a kind smile on his face, "But according to the regulations, outsiders are not allowed to enter or exit here, let alone a little thief like you, you are lucky today, go back." ”

Could it be that his way was blocked by such an old man?

The Misty believers were a little unwilling.

Although what the old man said was reasonable, and the misty believer really couldn't bear to hurt him.

However, it should be fine to knock him out.

The Misty Believer took a deep breath and clenched the short stick in his hand.