Chapter 305 Preparation (3)

There are some anti-theft chapters, which will be updated by 10 am tomorrow.

The cold dishes were left by Gülen to the "pufferfish", and he had to pay twenty gold coins for a person who killed him for no reason, along with his own, he was in the "pufferfish" Nearly fifty gold coins were lost there, and the most annoying thing to him was the three-edged dagger of pure gold, which he had carefully studied by the time he had obtained it, from the spindle-shaped grip to the serpent-shaped gauntlet, the cone with three blood grooves, the length and thickness of which had not changed, and the dull color that had not changed from the original. Adamantite is a metal that emits a soft silver-blue glow, but perhaps because the person who used it was a thief, it was disguised as a copper-iron alloy, and no one would want to take a second look when hung around the waist. There are only two places that are different, one is the poisonous snake wrapped around the user's palm, its eyes were originally black coal spirits, but now they look like garnets, and they are not very good quality garnets, because they contain large black impurities, but it looks more like it is alive, not as lifeless as the original, when Gülen holds it, the triangular head is pressed against his thumb, and for a moment the thief even has the illusion that the snake's body full of fine scales slides through the skin, and the second place is its temperature, it is so cold, the thief feels that the temperature of his whole body is absorbed by it, and his limbs become numb because of this, even the wind blowing through the body feels unbearable.

He tore off his cloak and wrapped it up and took it to a cliff by the sea, where the rocks were rocky and the tide thundered, and the "pufferfish" had complained that it was too noisy and that nothing grew. It is so barren that it is impossible to generate even the slightest interest, and if it is left like this, it will probably be accompanied by nothing but sand and reefs, and it will probably be left with the dark water, which may be carried away by the sea, carried into the depths of the sea, and never to appear anywhere again, in the hands of another person.

Compared to the sudden abnormality. What made Gülen even more disturbing was what the newcomer said, although he sounded like a madman, but in terms of the power he displayed, even a madman was a feared madman, he said that the dagger was his belonging, but he did not take it back from Gülen's hand, and he killed Gülen - if Gülen was a normal human, of course, the ambitious young thief would never open his eyes again. Glenn could almost imagine how "Pufferfish" complained about dragging his body out of the room, and possibly taking everything of value from him.

But the man knew everything so well, and the adamantite dagger was so deep into the floor that it was so precise that it was no thicker than a fingernail, that Glenn was so embarrassed that he had to go to Adel for a cure with the most important instrument for men.

Until then, the thieves had been a pile of red sand.

The thief opened his cloak, the chill from the dagger sending chills to his body, and he held its gauntlet. Pointing beyond the cliff, this might be the last time he had the dagger. But at this moment, a faint black shadow suddenly rushed towards the thief, completely out of instinct and reflex, and the thief clenched the dagger in his backhand and stabbed it lightly.

The shadow didn't make a sound before falling at Glenn's feet, feathers brushing his boots. It was a late-returning short-tailed skua with wings spread out about three feet six to eight inches, which can be counted as a medium-sized seabird. Skuas are greedy and vicious birds, with a stomach that connects to a bottomless abyss, with sharp claws and beaks. They are happy to rob all the birds, snatch food from their mouths, and sometimes humans are not spared, and the food they hold in their hands or things that seem to be food are often snatched away by them - this skua may have seen what Gülen was holding, even if it was not quite a burrito or a dried fish in the dim light, but what about it! It was obviously a veteran, and even if Glenn was thinking and hesitating, it would be enough for the skua to sneak or glide so close to him that it was enough for the skua to be proud of, though it didn't need it.

Gülen didn't think much of the skua's intentions, he stared at his dagger, he believed in himself, and in his eyes, and at the moment he attacked, the dagger vanished— Not really gone, he could still feel its coldness and hardness, but it did disappear from his vision, as if it didn't exist, he could feel himself stabbing the reckless bird, a strange fluctuation so slight that it was almost imperceptible came from his weapon, Glenn was no stranger to it, it was a shiver and pleasure that would inevitably arise after depriving another life.

He lowered his head and tried to find the blood, if there was a trail of bird's blood on the dagger, then he would still be able to find it, but nothing, he raised the dagger to his eyes, and his left hand rubbed it tentatively and repeatedly until a sharp pain brought him to his senses from his addiction.

The "that" state was gone, and the dagger gradually returned to its original form, and Gülen gasped uncontrollably, and he gripped it so tightly that he was afraid that he would accidentally slide it off a cliff - would he still throw it away? Of course not, it was the weapon that every thief dreams of, an invisible dagger, and it could do so much, it said.

Gülen hid the dagger in his shirt, perhaps psychologically, he felt that it was not so cold, he examined the body of the skua, but could not find a wound, not even a trace of blood, its wings dragged softly on the rocks, its eyes were still open, looking at the sky, as if it would struggle forcefully at any moment, flapping its wings and rushing into the darkness.

The thieves were still in a trance as they walked down the corridor, and almost ran into McGee, a dwarf who had jumped out of another corridor, and Glenn slammed his shoulder into the wall of the corridor in order to avoid the gnome.

McGee doesn't like Gülen very much, and Gülen doesn't like McGee, McGee hates Gülen because the thieves work for the same master as him, although McGee repeatedly thinks that he should be a dwarf, but the nature of the dwarf still forces him to be hostile to all possible opponents, and Gülen hates McGee purely because he is another idiot who wants to become a so-called "good guy", dwarves hate water, and certainly don't run to the port of the Azores by boat. But Glenn had heard a lot about dwarves from his mentor, and to be honest, sometimes dwarves were more troublesome than elves, they were as ruthless and stubborn as stones, and the elven rangers might be willing to listen to your complaints, and the dwarves' first instinct would be to break your head with his hammer.

When Gülen himself didn't realize it. He had already drawn his dagger.

――The following is the anti-theft chapter, which will be updated before 10 o'clock tomorrow.

The cold dishes were left to the "pufferfish" by Gülen, and he had to pay twenty gold coins for a man who killed him for no reason, plus his own, and he lost nearly fifty gold coins from the "pufferfish", and the most annoying thing to him was the three-edged dagger of pure gold, which he had carefully studied every part when he got it, from the spindle-shaped grip to the serpent-shaped gauntlet. The cone with three blood grooves had not changed in length and thickness, and its dull color was the same as before-Adamantite was a metal that emitted a soft silver-blue glow, but perhaps because the person who used it was a thief, it was disguised as a copper-iron alloy, and no one would want to take a second look when hung around the waist - only two differences were the venomous snake wrapped around the user's palm, and its eyes were originally black coal spirits. Now it's like garnet, and it's not very good quality. Because it contained a large black impurity, but it looked more alive than lifeless, and when Gülen held it, the triangular head pressed against his thumb, and for a moment the thief even had the illusion that the snake's scaly body was sliding through the skin, and the second place was its temperature. It was so cold that the thief felt the warmth of his whole body being absorbed by it, and his limbs became numb from it, and even the wind stinging through his body.

He tore off his cloak, wrapped it up and took it to a cliff by the sea. The rocky cliffs and the thunderous tides have been the "pufferfish" who have complained that it is too noisy, and that nothing grows, and that it is so barren that it is impossible to arouse even the slightest interest, and if it is left like this, it will probably be accompanied by nothing but sand and reefs, and it will probably be left with nothing but the dark water, which may be carried away by the sea, carried into the deep sea, and never to appear anywhere again, in the hands of another person.

Nothing more disturbing than the sudden anomaly was what the newcomer said, although it sounded like a madman, but in terms of the power he displayed, even a madman was a feared madman, he said that the dagger was his belonging, but he did not take it back from Gülen, he killed Gülen - if Gülen were an ordinary human, of course, the ambitious young thief would never open his eyes again, Gülen could almost imagine "pufferfish" How did he complain about dragging his body out of the room, and probably taking everything of value from him?

But the man knew everything so well, and the adamantite dagger was so deep into the floor that it was so precise that it was no thicker than a fingernail, that Glenn was so embarrassed that he had to go to Adel for a cure with the most important instrument for men.

Until then, the thieves had been a pile of red sand.

The thief opened his cloak, the cold air from the dagger made him chill, he held its gauntlet, pointed out of the cliff, this may be the last time he had this dagger, but at this moment, a faint black shadow suddenly pounced on the thief, completely out of instinct and reflex, the thief grabbed the dagger with his backhand and stabbed it lightly.

Without making a sound, the shadow landed at Gülen's feet, feathers brushing his boots, a late-returning short-tailed skua about three feet six to eight inches with its wings spread, which could be counted as medium among seabirds. The skua is a greedy and vicious bird, they seem to have a stomach connected to the abyss, sharp claws and beaks, they are willing to rob all birds, snatch food from their mouths, and sometimes humans are not spared, and the food they hold in their hands or things that look like food are often taken away by them - this skua may have seen what Gülen was holding, even if it was not quite able to see whether it was a burrito or a dried fish in the dim light, but it was whatever! It was obviously a veteran, and even if Glenn was thinking and hesitating, it would be enough for the skua to sneak or glide so close to him that it was enough for the skua to be proud of, though it didn't need it.

Gülen didn't think much of the skua's intentions, he stared at his dagger, he believed in himself, and in his eyes, and at the moment he attacked, the dagger vanished— Not really gone, he could still feel its coldness and hardness, but it did disappear from his vision, as if it didn't exist, he could feel himself stabbing the reckless bird, a strange fluctuation so slight that it was almost imperceptible came from his weapon, Glenn was no stranger to it, it was a shiver and pleasure that would inevitably arise after depriving another life.

He lowered his head and tried to find the blood, if there was a trail of bird's blood on the dagger, then he would still be able to find it, but nothing, he raised the dagger to his eyes, and his left hand rubbed it tentatively and repeatedly until a sharp pain brought him to his senses from his addiction.

The "that" state was gone, and the dagger gradually returned to its original form, and Gülen gasped uncontrollably, and he gripped it so tightly that he was afraid that he would accidentally slide it off a cliff - would he still throw it away? Of course not, it was the weapon that every thief dreams of, an invisible dagger, and it could do so much, it said.

Gülen hid the dagger in his shirt, perhaps psychologically, he felt that it was not so cold, he examined the body of the skua, but could not find a wound, not even a trace of blood, its wings dragged softly on the rocks, its eyes were still open, looking at the sky, as if it would struggle forcefully at any moment, flapping its wings and rushing into the darkness.

The thieves were still in a trance as they walked down the corridor, and almost ran into McGee, a dwarf who had jumped out of another corridor, and Glenn slammed his shoulder into the wall of the corridor in order to avoid the gnome. (To be continued.) )