Grad swallowed a chunk of black cheese and licked his fingers contentedly.

This thing is not usually something that a low-level person like him can enjoy. However, I happened to steal a lot of money from a merchant a few days ago, so I was able to be so extravagant.

Morag is not a friendly place, and these thieves who live at the bottom of the city's class are among the most undesirable targets, and God knows when the windmills and the Black River don't like it, and their lives will be lost.

Therefore, when they have money, they do not choose to save it, but squander it and spend it in the shortest possible time.

Rubbing his saliva hands on his dirty cloth clothes, Grad, who had begun to have green spots on his face, took out a cloth bag from his chest and checked it, and there was a crisp and pleasant sound of coins colliding inside, and it seemed that there were quite a few.

He grinned, revealing his jagged, tartar-covered yellow teeth, and laughed.

This money is enough for him to spend lavishly for half a month.

After tucking the money bag back into his collar to prevent his peers from fishing in troubled waters, Grad reached out to open the leaky wooden door of his house while thinking about which prostitute to go to at night and which prostitute to call.

Then he threw himself into the streets.

To be precise, he felt that his body had suddenly become extremely stiff, and he couldn't even bend his joints.

Even if he was terrified and subconsciously wanted to shout, he found that his mouth was like being covered with an invisible cloth, except for a slight snort. I can't make any sound.

"Is it really okay here?" In his place he opened the door from the outside was a thin middle-aged man wearing a mage robe and a cowboy hat on his head. To Grad's horror, the middle-aged man's eyes turned in two different directions as if they had a life of their own, and on his temple, there was something that looked like a screw no matter how it looked.

What kind of monster the hell is this guy?!

"It's a thief's den, as long as you can subdue him."

Is it true that Grad's acquaintance who entered the room next, Claude? Stan. The big boy who always fantasized about leaving Morag.

"No problem, at least within thirty-six hours. He couldn't even let out a fart. ”

The thin middle-aged man said emotionlessly.

"Professor. There are still girls here, please don't say such vulgar things. A shrill, as soon as you heard it, you knew that it was a girl's voice, and then it sounded.

Then entered the room were four children who looked to be about ten years old. These children look white and tender. At first glance, it was clear that he was not a resident of Morag - in this city. If none of their peers had a good birth. They were thin and black, like hemp stalks.

"I think there's something else to say before that, right? Why don't you say anything, you can subdue others......"

One of them, a chubby-looking little boy, said.

"Of course, it's because if the other party is prepared, it's too troublesome to subdue."

The thin middle-aged man replied without hesitation: "Thieves are different from ordinary people, they are sensitive and agile. In the case that they are prepared. Unless you're able to cast spells instantaneously like the Dean, you're only going to be able to secure a certain hit with a wide range of attacks - you don't want to be bound by my group confinement spell, do you? ”

"Anyway, I'll drag him aside first...... I've got something to ask you after that. ”

Claude said something in a deep voice, and dragged Grad, who was still unable to speak or move, to the corner of the wall, and assumed a monkey-like posture of facing the wall.

Then he took away the bag of money he was carrying in his arms.

…… Worthy of someone who has lived in Morag for so long.

Because he couldn't see each other's appearances, Grad could only tell who was talking by the sound of their voices.

"What about the priest?" This one is Claude.

The priest was talking about the sanctimonious priest who had just arrived on Xizhen Road, and I heard that the guy had gathered a group of believers in Morag. Maybe you've cheated a lot of money out of those stupid believers. Being a god stick is better than their indiscriminate deeds, and they will be respectful to you when they deceive the rich people......

"The priest went back to the church and packed his things." This extremely stiff emotional voice was undoubtedly the strange thin middle-aged man: "But he also heard it when you said the address, and he should come over in a while...... After all, we're all accomplices. ”

"The culprit, please don't be so proud......"

The crisp boy's voice was easy to recognize, but I don't know which of the three boys said it.

"Don't worry." The thin middle-aged man's voice sounded again: "I was careful not to kill those who found us. Just let them sleep for a while. ”

"No, I don't think you can be reassured at all if you offend the White City Guards, Windmills and Heihe in one go!"

Claude's voice sounded helpless.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't move, Grad would have reached out and plucked out his ears, wondering if he had misheard - offended all three of Morag's forces in one go...... You don't want to mix in this city, do you?

At this time, there was a sound of the door opening.

"Ah, here you are, Bishop."

The thin middle-aged man's voice immediately revealed the identity of the other party.

“…… Father, why do you look so embarrassed as if you just had a fight with a bunch of pragers? ”

Claude's stunned voice rang out.

"Do you think it's easy to get rid of those guys who are following you without being able to control the dead hand!"

A new male voice sounded, and it seemed that this should be what they called the priest.

"All in all, now that we're all the wanted criminals of Morag's official body, come on, applaud."

The thin middle-aged man's emotionless beating voice sounded again, but there were almost no responders.

"It's not a good name."

The boy's voice rang out, and it was most likely the same little fat man who had spoken earlier.

"We're not here to hear you tell you bad jokes." The priest's voice sounded tired: "Anyway, Professor Francon, you should be open and honest about what you just said, right?" ”

This kind of atmosphere always feels as if the other party is going to tell some secret.

Grad was still apprehensive, but the curiosity that came from his nature made him prick up his ears.

Then he heard what the thin man was saying.

"Of course."

The other man paused and continued.

"The purpose of our trip is to get rid of the source of the plague that plagues the city of Morag once and for all." (To be continued......)