As he climbed the spiral tower at the tip of the headland, Glenn the Thief let out a sigh similar to that of the stranger, and although he could not see the magical galaxy that crossed the sky, he could see ordinary stars and the sky of pure color, a three-toed gull with a small fish in his mouth flew before his eyes, followed by a brown skua that was twice its size, it was so frightened that it did not realize that it had broken into human territory, the thief shook his wrist and shot a silver coin, which struck the gray three-toed gull's wing, It struggled with a short scream and a jumble of feathers to meet the hard rocky ground - the frightened skua first screamed "oops, oops" and flew away quickly, and after circling for a few weeks and finding that the humans had not made any further moves, it landed without hesitation on the carcass of the three-toed gull and began to feast on the fish and unexpected treats.

Gülen was able to continue to admire the tiny territory in peace, the Sharp Jaw Harbor was made up of two headlands that looked like a mouth that was about to crack, and between the upper and lower jaws stood hundreds of wooden stakes that flickered in the dark yellow waves, which would be the first line of defense when foreign enemies invaded.

The low seawall built along the edge of the shore to protect against the wind and waves, many of which have been broken, some of them have collapsed naturally, some are the work of smugglers, and at the western end of the seawall is a square stone building dedicated to Talos, the god of storms, who is presented to him every day by a crowd of people, for Glenn, this god is not as amiable as the god of thieves, Musk, who will protect his thieves, and Talos has never protected anyone but his priest, the only thing that can be assured is that those who dare to ignore him had better never appear in places related to the sea。

The docks stretched out from the seawall, and the docks sunken inward, looked like gums and elongated teeth, each of which was grabbing a huge amount of resources, manpower, and intelligence for the never-ending rush of the jaw-like harbor - the tidal tide of gold and silver coins, cargo, men, and other intelligent creatures frantically poured in and out of the place, the wide piers hung whale oil lamps, and the workers who were busy unloading and loading worked from morning to night, and from night to morning. Warehouses and dwellings are densely and messily clustered behind each wharf, and unlike the half-timbered houses in the city, most of them are made of concrete mixed with shells and sea sand to ensure that they are sturdy and affordable, and the surface is rough and ugly, and the inside is cold and damp. It was inhabited by merchants and craftsmen who had amassed a fortune almost as long as fifty dragons in the last two hundred years, and counting.

So it attracted thieves, Glenn shrugged his shoulders happily at the thought of this, the guild he worked for was the most feared and feared in the entire kingdom, and the branch in Sharp Jaw Harbor also had a history of hundreds of years, and he, the person in charge of this guild branch, was only twenty-six years old.

His smile could barely be hidden.

Gülen's gaze turned to the harbor, where there was a gilded four-masted galleon, the bow of which was like a dignified and noble woman, neither naked nor **, and its captain was Drake. The sails had not yet been raised, and the sailors who walked on the deck were not numbered, about twenty or thirty, and they were not flustered, and even a little idle, their gilded weapons glistening at their waists, and the thieves' eyes were not strong enough to see much else, but soon the tip of the ship's mainmast lit up, and the tiny light flickered three times in succession, then three times, and then two times.

It's telling him it's done.

The thief let out a contented chuckle as he walked briskly down the tower and returned to his residence in Sharp Jaw Harbor.

His residence, the guild's branch, was located on a circular peninsula at the end of the headland that looked like a nightcap hairball, connected to the mainland by a narrow isthmus, on which the former district governor had built an elaborate and magnificent fortress, which the guild had seized by all means, cut the isthmus and erected a drawbridge, so that if necessary, the fortress could become a real island.

The thieves pulled down their hoods a hundred feet from the drawbridge so that the guards in the bunkers on either side could recognize them, and two clever fellows leaped out of their lair in the blink of an eye, bowed to their new leader, and were honored to receive a silver coin each.

There are many more such respects, the guards guarding the secret gates, the soldiers guarding and patrolling the towers, the horses, the shoes, the weapons, the Servants and slaves of food, trusted merchants and officials, guild members of the outer and inner guilds who quietly walked in the shadows, who had been allies and powerful rivals of the thief Glenn, and some of whom had been the object of Glenn's subservience in one operation, were now, at least superficially, they all had to show humility and obedience to Gülen, or the thieves would be justified in assigning them a mortal mission, the law of the guild, more convincing to these lawless scoundrels than the laws of the kingdom.

Gülen walked through the busy first courtyard, leaving behind all the groveling and flattery, his room was on the third floor of the new castle, the first and second floors were inhabited by other important members, and the entire third floor belonged to him, but Gülen was not satisfied, because his predecessor lived alone in the square tower of the second courtyard, the square tower was hidden behind the two parapets and the new castle, perhaps it was not as comfortable as the new castle, but it was more secure.

But this year, the thieves' guild in Sharp Jaw Harbor has a mage, a real mage, not an apprentice, and Gülen must show him respect and tolerance. But it wasn't without its benefits, he got a nice magic item from the unsightly Humpty Dumpty mage, an obsidian statue of Marsk, who knew how to identify humans or other creatures, and who would spew a paralyzing, colorless, odorless smoke if the person who entered the room was not Glenn. Gülen had suspected that the mage might be using the statue to spy and steal, so every time he returned to the room, he would remember to cover it tightly with a thick black velvet cloth, and make sure that the mage could not enter the area where he could cast spells on the statue again, and the thief had "inadvertently" revealed that he had set up a total of thirty-seven traps on the stairs, corridors, and doors on the third floor, and in fact at least fifty, which changed and decreased every day, some of which were deadly.

Gülen's predecessor had only thirty-four traps inside and outside the tower, much to Gülen's pride.

Two spear-wielding goblins stood guard at the entrance to the third floor, and when they saw Glenn they were eager to bow to him, scrambling to lower their heads over their burlap-wrapped buttocks, and their weapons collided and tangled in the air, but neither of them would budge, and in a pointless argument, the two wastes fell into a heap and fought each other in annoyance.

Goblins are not good material for guards, Glenn reminds himself that tomorrow he should pick a few strong and weak ones from the guild members to be controlled, and he sometimes suspects that his assassination is too hasty, but good opportunities are always fleeting.

The gadgets flew between the thieves' nimble fingers without making a sound, and he walked up the stairs, the treads of which were narrow enough to fit most of a woman's feet, of varying heights, that the penultimate block was fitted with a pressure-triggered crossbow bolt trap, that in the corner was a piercing device disguised as a strange ornament, and that holes in the walls could suddenly erupt one or more hot flames at the height of a normal human male's head, and that there were two movable flaps in the hallway, obscured by an old, faded carpet, from which the unwitting would fall into a large, sticky tarmac。

There are many rooms on the third floor, and Glenn likes to change bedrooms from time to time, but he can still spare a few rooms for his harem, and next time Captain Drake will bring him a few girls who will suit his taste—but how Glenn wishes there was one in the room now, and she will soothe the thief's tired ** and sad soul very well-he hasn't had a good rest since he learned the sad news.

Thieves like to set traps on doors, but Glenn's traps are arranged by him in the corridors and behind the doors, from top to bottom, from left to right, with his own traps and locks, which require special tools and follow a certain order.

With so many complicated mechanisms to close and open, and it naturally takes a lot of time to dismantle and restore the traps, even Glenn can't help but feel tired. The thieves' predecessors were much more relaxed, carrying more than a dozen personal guards with him at all times and everywhere - so he died, Gülen maliciously thought that it would be a ridiculous folly to entrust his life to someone else - especially for them. Glenn certainly wouldn't have the guys he could buy with gold and intimidation, he stood alone in the room, only the slight grinding of his own breath and his clothes, and the traps and traps that surrounded him reassured.

The windows had long been sealed with stone, and only the jeweled eyes of a brass lizard provided light to the enclosed room, which was faint but enough for the thieves to see everything, the backrest chair, the fourth-order sideboard that served as a storage box, the low bed (with a gap of less than three inches under the bed), the hangers, and the tapestries clinging to the walls...... The statue of Musk stood in a hidden corner, his arms folded in the same position as Glenn had left the room, indicating that no one had touched the magic hidden in his body.

He should let his guard down, take off his coat, and fall into bed to sleep comfortably, but a muffled voice screamed and refused to do so—Glenn turned his toes, put one hand on his crotch, and stroked the leather holster of the dagger.

And before he could find anything, a thin rope wrapped around his ankle.