It was past nine o'clock in the evening.

The aristocratic areas with a curfew system have long been silent. Outside the library is the boulevard of the aristocratic district, flanked by street lamps. The guards who patrolled by, seeing the wooden emblem in his hand, did not come forward to interrogate him, but bowed their heads to show their respect for a priest of the priesthood.

Cormier had forbidden all the temples of evil gods at an early age, and this was a kingdom of the righteous camp. Priests who appear on the street can only be priests of neutral or good deities. Of course, if unknown players and aborigines sneak around in the aristocratic district, that's a different treatment.

Charles walked to the arch where the aristocratic and commoner quarters meet, and was about to leave, when he happened to spot a vague shadow in the dim street lamp not far away.

"It looks like a viscount's mansion, right?"

The shadow was obviously a thief, dressed in black clothes that blended with the night, sneaking in the darkness, if it weren't for the fact that Charles's perception attribute was at a transcendent level, I am afraid that he would not have been able to detect him.

"Interesting."

The thieves hid in the bushes under a tall wall. When a group of guards had passed, a climbing rope was thrown over the wall, and the thieves climbed over the wall with agility like the wind.

Charles is also unsure if this is a player or an native.

Because as long as you are a wanderer who is confident in your skills, it is inevitable that you will fight the idea of these gorgeous mansions in the aristocratic district. With such a vote, you will not have to worry about food and clothing for most of your life.

"Quick Command—"

Charles's eyes flashed, and his right hand imitated the gesture spell common to magic props, quickly activating the transformation effect of the 'Viper Cloak' on his body.

"Poof"

The black silk cloak wrapped around Charles's body, and the figures under the street lamps changed and blurred, and the big living person disappeared out of thin air, and on the floor covered with smooth white stones, there was a small black snake half a meter long and the thickness of a thumb.

"This is how the small venomous snake turned out to be ......"

The eyes of the little snake's triangular head shone with a human light.

"Does it last 10 minutes?"

Charles controlled the young snake body, quickly crawled under the wall of the viscount's mansion, hissed around with the snake letter, and soon got into a rat hole, poked out a small half of the head from the other end of the wall, and looked at the courtyard of the mansion.

The courtyard under the moonlight, quietly.

The servants were probably all asleep, except for one or two mercenary warriors with swords and armor, carrying lanterns and humming ditties as they swayed by.

For snakes, there is no difference between day and night. This is because snakes use the letter to perceive infrared rays of heat sources. The dead thing in the courtyard, gray to Charles's eyes, and in addition to the red light that indicated the guards, there was a little bit of well-contained light, which hung in front of the window of a pavilion.

This should be the thief.

The breath of life is well controlled and well trained.

Charles first contracted his half-meter-long torso, his muscles tensed, and with a whoosh, he catapulted into the flower garden opposite the courtyard wall and burrowed in. The thieves also hung by the window and found no anomalies.

The thieves are lurking, and so are the charles. Although he is a priest who is not good at stealth, he has now changed into an animal, and his 'hiding' and 'stealth' skills have directly exploded. No way, this is a race bonus, and humans don't know how many years it takes to train to have such ability.

In fact, Charles was very curious about the thief's intentions, otherwise he would not have followed.

Judging by the skill of this thief, he should not be able to do such a dirty thing as stealing. In any case, a high-level wanderer, not digging ruins and treasure caves, in the eyes of the Charles, is a waste of their talents.

The top floor of the pavilion is lit up.

There were clearly people inside, and the faint sound of conversation came through the half-hidden window.

The hyacinth rolled in the air.

A strange smell was clearly conveyed into the snake's brain.

Charles finally knew why the thief had been standing still for so long. Of course the Charr knows what it tastes like. On the bodies of those drow female elves and their faces in the dark region, this aura is very strong.

Copuciation. Lewd-lascivious breath.

He admired the thief too much now. Lying out of the window and watching the Spring Palace drama, the women inside are only afraid that they are still the viscount's concubines or the main palace, that delicate voice, tsk. can still be so calm and composed, and the red light of life has been converging to death, which is really powerful.

Charles happened to come to an end.

The movement in the pavilion disappeared after a few dozen seconds. The thief quietly pushed open the window along the long rope and rolled in.

Charles also controlled the snake's body, coiled on a long rope, and swam to the ledge.

The battle inside the house is over. A man and a woman were unclothed, and the thieves were subdued, tied hand and foot to the head of the bed. What surprised Charles even more was that the handsome man was not a viscount nobleman of the mansion, but a half-elf player.

As for the woman, she is a beautiful woman in her thirties, naturally charming, plump, and luxurious, either the concubine of the viscount, or the wife.

“…… Where's the key? The thief was dressed in black, covered his face with a face towel, and showed only a pair of indifferent eyes. The woman he was staring at felt as if she was being watched by a beast, and her face was full of fear.

"What key, I don't know." The woman is clearly holding on.

"You say."

The thief sneered, and looked at the player.

"In the drawer of her dresser." The male player betrayed his friend very spinelessly.

"You ......"

The woman's face turned blue with anger.

The thief did not say any more, went to the dresser, rummaged through it, took out a golden key, and then inserted it into a dark hole in the wardrobe under the woman's gray face.

With a click, the half-man-high secret door opened, and the thief entered the chamber, and a moment later came out with a metal treasure chest the size of a book.

"Viscount Emily, I'm sorry to tell you that I'm coming to retrieve my stuff on behalf of the 'Night Mask'. You know. ”

"Don't be delusional that other nobles will help you. Royal house? Hehe, you can try it. ”

After the thief finished speaking in a cold voice, he jumped back to the ground along the long rope of the window, flashed in the shadows of several buildings, and climbed over the wall. The mercenary warriors on the night watch in the courtyard failed to detect any movement.

Ten minutes of change time is ready to pass.

Charr is a small black serpent that stalks the estranged thief in the night. After using a shot of energy to recharge the cloak, he followed the thieves around the lower area of the docks, and finally hid under the eaves of a tavern, watching the thieves board a brig docked on the shore.

Burst.

The charr took the initiative to lift the change and reverted to his human form.

"Is it the Night Mask again?"

This was the second time he'd heard the name of the Mask of the Night organization today.

The first time was in the notes of the fallen mage Duru. Now, he's stumbling upon a 'Night Mask' thief looting treasures.

Listening to the thief's tone in the room earlier, the 'Night Mask' seemed to be remarkable, as can be seen from his blatant threat to a viscount in the imperial capital Susar.

"This is a mission line, tomorrow I will go to the library to check the information of this organization, and then go to the Viscount's Mansion for a walk."

Charles is pleased with today's harvest.

A blue shield and a dark blue cape, both with very useful magical effects.

Moreover, he has further deepened the quest line of the demon lord Orcas. The Stone of Ionn is a good thing, as the fallen mage Duru said, a relic of the Nethriel civilization. The work of an immortal Grand Arcanist.

The [Magic Painting] mission also has an eyebrow, and now I have to wait for the news from Longyan's side, but it's not a big problem. He found Long Yan, and that was also a decision after he was sure. How could a paladin be refused to buy a scroll from the high priest of the god he believed in? The Paladin is almost the most trusted force in the Temple.

Just disconnect the game in the docklands.

"Hey, Charles, hurry up and change your clothes, Anying Anya invited us out for supper, saying that she wanted to thank us."

Zhang Ze had already combed his hair on the sink and made water, and when he heard the movement, he poked his head over and smiled at Xia Er.

"Supper?"

Charles touched his shriveled belly, but he didn't refuse. It's just that it's okay to change clothes, he is now dressed in casual clothes, with a plaid shirt on the top and a pair of khaki pants on the bottom, and he can go out with a pair of shoes. Slippers or something, forget it. Charles thinks that wearing slippers and hanging out is a great disrespect for girls.

Zhang Ze is different, his hair is combed smooth and shiny. The two parties agreed to meet at the south gate of the school, and outside the south gate is a commercial street full of restaurants and food houses.

It's April now, in early spring, and the endless flow of people at the South Gate is mixed with a lot of tall and pure sister paper. Zhang Ze stopped in the shade of the tree with his arms crossed, judging the beauties passing by, and from time to time staring at the long legs of the white flowers of the sisters with the color of a pig brother.

Charles was much more bored, holding his mobile phone and reading some information on the "Dawn" forum, hoping to learn about the recent situation in various regions of the Material Continent.

"Hey!"

Zhang Ze took advantage of the night to look at a good-looking girl, and was suddenly startled by the crisp voice behind him.

"You're here." Zhang Ze turned around and greeted An Ying and Anya sisters awkwardly. He really doubted that his pig brother was looked at by his sisters.

"Where to eat?" An Ying didn't glance at him, but instead faced the silent Charles and took the initiative to ask for his opinion.

"Since you are the east, you will lead the way, and I will only eat." Charles didn't care.

"Then go to the magic pot workshop, the spicy fragrant pot there is very good!"

An Ying didn't seem to be able to make up her mind. Anya took over in a soft voice. Charles glanced at Zhang Ze, whose face changed slightly, and nodded yes with a dark smile.

It didn't take long for the An sisters to look at Zhang Ze, who was sweating profusely and sticking out his tongue like a dog after eating a little spicy, and looked at each other with a helpless look.

"You can't eat spicy, why don't you say it." An Ying pursed her lips and said.

“…#$%v……”

Zhang Ze slurred his speech, and drank a few sips of sour plum juice before raising his hand and surrendering: "I was wrong, I was really wrong." It should be slightly spicy, no, a little spicy is fine. ”

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