Chapter 140: The Team (8)

Glenn had a lot of ideas before leaving the village, such as whether the spellcaster might threaten to do something for him, or if he might be used as a barrier or bait in case of danger, or if he would warn him - after all, he was the most likely threat to others in the group - like Memi. The thief knew very well why she had tried to provoke him again and again, or to get rid of him by the hand of someone else, and that Glenn had seen many priests like her in Sharp Jaws, who were not the most beautiful, the youngest, the most skillful, and the most skillful, and not qualified to go before kings, lords, or consuls, and who were not willing to mingle with petty merchants, commoners, and craftsmen, and who were always rejected by the goddess with a pea flower instead of a golden gem as a sacrifice to the goddess Flo. Occasionally, the ignorant and willful Reverend Flo prefers to decorate himself with those precious ornaments and silks, and they will age overnight, their otherwise healthy and beautiful teeth and hair will be lost, and their skin will be wrinkled like cracks in a dry place.

So they had to find another way - complicity with the thieves was one of their usual methods, and they made a tacit agreement with the innkeeper to knock on the door of the occupant, put them to sleep with the mandala-mixed honey, and then open the door for the thieves to come in - so that the priest of Flo would not have to worry about Marsk's eyes hunting them, and the thieves would save most of their effort.

Only a handful of people can refuse them, imagine being in a dimly lit and cramped room, exhausted and stinking, who have not seen your wife and lover for days or even months, with either dirty and reckless people of the same sex or even more disgusting and ugly animals than the former, and your ears are filled with the rough sandpaper-like yelling of alcohol and tobacco. Your eyes are covered with rusted iron, your linen clothes as tattered as fishing nets or roof tiles, your unkempt beard, your yellow and black teeth, and the thick curls of hair on your chest, and there are always elbows or fists on your nose and head—whoever it is, when a soft, sweet voice calls to you, begs you to open the door, and then is willing to spend the night with you. The merchants, on the other hand, knew that the priests of Flo were not much different from the women who made a living from their bodies, and that they almost always greeted the beautiful-faced, graceful guide of death with great interest—the thief would never be lenient in sparing the life of the victim unless he had the value to ask for a ransom, or if he had a red robe or a gray robe in need of experimental materials.

Before falling into the trap of Drake and several other members of the Thieves' Guild, Gülen had thought about gathering information. Look at how many Pastor Flo is working with his subordinates - since the guild's resources and manpower are being used, the beauties should also give some gold to the guild and musk.

So, Glenn knew a lot about the little scorpions with their bright red tails - and he believed that Mei Mi knew him too, and that he was the only person in the team who might abandon or kill her instead of protecting.

Conversely, Mame was the same with Glenn - Baldwin was a hypocrite, and the elves always had a lot of respect for life, and the dark-haired spellcaster, Kremard, who Glenn couldn't understand, but he didn't seem to want to kill him. And there was no reason for the above three to do so, since he jumped from the walls of Thundercastle, Glenn had been doing very well - he thought he could put on a white robe, but Flo's priest didn't think about it when he wanted to do it. Whether there is a reason, whether she should wait, she is a selfish ghost.

Gülen is the same, but he's not going to kill Mei Mi yet. Because she's so ridiculous, really, so funny. Gülen thinks that if she continues to read it, she may see something more memorable...... Of course, after he convinces the elves and the others that he really didn't kill the black-haired spellcaster.

"Well," he cried out, "mine is indeed. This was something that even the thieves had not anticipated, and he always felt that Cremar was the lucky one who always survived the story sung by the bards, that his friend might die, that his lover might die, that his brother might die, that his children (if any) might die, that even his cat might die, but that he wouldn't die, that he would live for a long, long time, to write the story of his adventures on parchment and ink in the glass-encrusted copy room on a sunny afternoon, or to tell the whole story to the shining-eyed schoolchildren in his tower。

The thieves also lined up their order of death, he would be after Memi, it was inevitable, even if the hypocritical former paladin was willing to protect her, this hellish world was never where you could protect whoever you wanted to protect, then there was Berdwin, a paladin who had lost his divine grace, a rebel who killed kings, a bounty worth (according to the thieves' estimate) of tens of thousands of gold coins, he caught everyone's attention like a star that never fell, and after that, he was not sure whether it was himself or Kerryben, if the black-haired spellcaster really loved his friend as he seemed, then the one who died must be the thief, not vice versa, but the mage should be the last to step into the mourning wasteland.

The question is, he disappeared all of a sudden, how do you want the thief to deal with the current situation?

Gülen ran along the edge of the swamp, the deadly poisonous mist wrapping around his ankles as gently as a woman's arm, and as soon as he stopped, they would swarm in, while the swamp expanded its range unhurriedly, whether Gülen looked forward or backward, all he saw was duckweed as thick as a silk carpet, which would rise and fall slightly, and sometimes, with the thief's sharp eyes, he could also find a small trace of being broken, black ripples spreading slowly, and he did not wonder what kind of creatures were hidden inside。

Not wanting to test the poison of the mist with his body to kill a swift thief, Glenn poured the last bit of honey down his throat, carefully sealed the bottle and put it in his own skin, and headed home without looking back.

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"So, how do you want to deal with the current situation?"

And thousands of miles away, someone also asked.

"I'm ready to negotiate with the fine net. An Rui said.

The merchants whispered questions in horror, but An Rui just waved her hand, "I've thought about it for a long time. This is the only way to give us a glimmer of respite. ”

"I don't understand," said the former leader of the Silk Guild, who was the most desperate of the few, who had nothing and cared not to lose anything, "Your husband Demont is a collaborator of the Guild, and he is simply obedient to the Guild - they are sweet, and they will never negotiate with you." ”

"That's right," chimed the leader of the Wine Guild, "they want to replace us all, and only Demont is in power—do you want to give us up too?"

"I don't want to give up on anyone," Anrui said, "but if you really want to fight atrocities with atrocities." There will be another catastrophe in the White Tower—and, my lords, I can wait, and when Dermon is dead, and I have an heir, can you? how long can you withstand the oppression, and how long will your caravan remain in your hands?"

"Isn't the result the same?" said the leader of the liquor guild unhappily, "I didn't come here to hear this because I was so ridiculously dressed!"

"We should probably listen to the lords," said the leader of the Jewel Guild, his brow furrowed. But his situation was not enough to mess him up.

"," retorted the leader of the liquor guild angrily, "yes, you still have a son in the guild of the fine net, ready to become a thief." Your box is still full, but my warehouse is empty enough to hold a jousting tournament in it!"

Mage Antonio raised his hand and made a gesture so that all three of them could not speak.

"Let's talk about it. The respected old mage said kindly, "What do you think." ”

"I need them to make concessions," Anrui said, "and I don't think they want a ruined White Tower to smash - I'm going to show my strength, maybe they're not enough to stand up to a planned Thieves' Guild." But I promise that they will suffer a great loss, so much that their head in charge of the White Tower will take on a responsibility that is too heavy for him to bear. ”

"They will assassinate you," said the senior pastor of Rosada, "and then Demont will inherit all your power." ”

"No, my realm will belong to my son, and Demon is only my husband, the consul of the White Tower. ”

"Until the child reaches adulthood, his power belongs to his father," said Master Antonio, "and if Dermon wants to get everything faster, he will kill his son, and he will be the only heir." ”

"He can't," said Anrui confidently, "and my child will be protected by a reliable and strong hand." ”

"Who's?"

"You and the followers of Rosada. Anrui looked at the old mage, and then the white-robed senior priest, "If they kill me, as you expected, then you can recruit the Avengers for me in the name of the true master of the White Tower and the Partridge Hills." ”

The leader of the Jewel Guild waved his hands, and the mage snapped his fingers to undo the little spell, and he gasped heavily, before he couldn't wait to ask, "Can't we ask for help from Tyre or some other venerable god now?"

"Tyre respects the law and the decrees," said the mage, "and the consul of the White Tower is Demon, and even Anrui cannot veto his orders. ”

Rosada's senior priest agrees that Tyre and Rosada's white-robed men often work together, they are quite familiar with each other, and Rosada's followers have the same concerns, so they can only open the outer sanctuary, make potions, distribute food, and shelter the helpless civilians and slaves as much as possible, but not directly conflict with the thieves' guild - if there is conclusive evidence of their blasphemy, or if they are mixed with evil and abominable gray and red robes.

"It's ridiculous. The leader of the liquor guild said blankly.

The crowd fell silent.

"But as far as I know," said the senior pastor of Rosada, "your son is heavily protected. He said euphemistically, but what everyone knew, of course, Delmon would not be ignorant, he allowed Anrui to be with the child, but he also sent the little devil Asmodeus to monitor her every move, and in and outside the tower where Anrui lived, there were guild thieves watching—he gave Anrui a certain amount of freedom, allowing her to walk in the White Tower, but the child's territory was confined to the tower, in his room.

Anrui smiled and lifted her sleeves—from the south, the cumbersome lace cuffs that covered almost half of her skirt and allowed her to hide well—a puppy with the same blue eyes as Anrui.

The first to react was Mage Antonio: "The gods are above," he cried out almost in a rage, "you actually used this spell on a baby! He is not yet an adult, do you know what chance he will be a dog for the rest of his life?"

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Gülen knew he would be under suspicion.

"But that's just the way it is. He spread out his hands and said with a wry smile, "The swamp engulfed him at once, and I didn't even have a chance to catch him." ”

"Cremar is a young man. "It's just a kid to an elf, but it's not the first time he's seen danger in the first place," said Baldwin, with a serious look on his face. Careyburn?"

In the Partridge Hill, in the Ash Ridge, in the Thunder Castle...... Kerry must have said that Cremar would have lost his sights in a swamp outside a village, more than they had expected - even though it had proven to be a sacrificial ground, the Elven Ranger knew that the black-haired spellcaster, despite his youth, had never been a reckless man, that he had always been cautious in his actions, and that he had enough scrolls on hand, as well as his wand and staff, which contained one or two spells that could be fired on the fly - Although Kerry didn't know exactly what the spell was, he had used his eyes to inspect the caster's scroll belt and potion reserves before leaving.

"I can be monitored by polygraph spells. The thief said.

"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult. The priest of Ilmot said, "I'm exhausted. ”

"I can also cast a detection lie, just give me some winter honey. Memmy said suddenly, and when the thief turned to look at her, she turned her eyes away, but did not deny her words.

"Come on, then. In the end, the elf let the heavy worry outweigh the slight apology: "Meimi. ”

When Memi had to come face to face with the thief, she thought she would see a hideous face, but as far as she could see, the thief was smiling happily. (To be continued......)

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