Gülen sat by the fire, unlike the others, who often stared at the flames in a daze during the vigil by the fire, and as a thief, no one knew better how to protect his eyes, though now he did not know if his eyes would be reborn with another death after being damaged. He pressed two stout branches of a newly cut off tree on the charcoal fire, suppressing the flames to a dying state, and the light that stimulated the eyes that were more suitable for survival in the dark disappeared, and the moths and other insects that had been circling the flames flew in a panic after losing their chasing targets, and some of them almost hit the thief's face, and the thief's fingertips easily caught them. The bugs brought a little amuse to his boring vigil, and the thieves tore off their wings one by one like the wicked children, and then pushed them on their toes into the black, but still hot, heaps of charcoal ash, the moths screaming in an inaudible way, and the heat of the charcoal fire scorched them alive, giving them a more enticing aroma than fish and mushrooms.

Gülen had burned all the moths and turned his gaze to the village, where the stream had gathered into a small lake in a low depression, and then extended out of the lake, and went on to the village about three miles from the lake—and the thieves wondered why they had not moved the village closer to the lake, not just for the convenience of water. The fish in the lake are the property of the lord of the place, but only a few precious fish such as eels, and if he just takes advantage of the darkness and sneaks into the lake to catch a small fish or two, the more generous lord will not have a deal with a commoner. Perhaps because the lake was also adjacent to the woods, and there lived a brown bear with a cub in the woods, and other wild beasts they had never seen before, and they were likely to go to the lake to drink, so that even the less hungry beasts would not have the idea of a late-night snack after drinking the water, it would have been wiser to stay away.

The people of the village do not continue to work in the dark, and even the inferior black oil is a great asset to the civilians of such a place. Not to mention candles, and the fact that there were no paved roads around the village, meant that merchants rarely came, and certainly no one would sell them those things, nor would they buy the threads and embroidery of their women, which were common in villages and cities of more than two hundred people, so that in those places there were often one or two houses lit up at night, and the women worked all night there, while the young men would join them with food and wine, flirting and playing with half-truths...... At that time, Gülen was not as tall as a doorknob, and his fingers could not hold the tools to open the door. Not even an apprentice, the guild told him to do something simple - to mingle with the children, bow his head and get under the woman's skirt - it was very warm - eavesdrop on their conversation, count the numbers.

Sometimes the guild wants to check if the village is deliberately lying about their income in order to lower the "taxes" they have to pay to the guild, sometimes because the guild leader is impatient with their deception and wants to erect a bloody symbol to prevent others from getting lucky, but more often for the sake of looting, after cubs like Glenn have given them enough information, thieves will sneak into the village and kill the males in one night. robbing them of their money and women, and sometimes children too, the red robe has always had a great need for children - children crammed into the same room with Gülen, if not caught. Instead of being beaten to death or sent to the gallows, but because they were too stupid or too clever - they either couldn't complete their mission or wanted to be rescued or escaped, they were given to the red robes.

A young boy once shared a blanket with Gülen that was elbow-width wide, and the thieves still remember him for his blond hair. Grey and fouled with lice and fleas, it was still beautiful after he had scrubbed it with snow - Glenn guessed he might have been abducted. Or as a warning of captivity, the Thieves' Guild often uses it to punish those who dare to confront it, because he can read and write.

The problem was reading and writing, and he used sharp stones to write on the leaves that fell from between the iron bars of the window, and he shoved out the leaves in the hope that they would be seen, and at first the children did not understand what he was doing, but he knew that when he had done these things he would be very happy and hopeful. An older child had told the story before Gülen had made a decision, and the thieves had taken the boy away, and a few days later they were led to a beautifully decorated room with the boy's head, only the head, on a table, his hair had been shaved and hollowed out, but after their leader had poured whale oil into it, twisted a wick into it, and lit it, the scrubbed-clean, extraordinarily beautiful face would scream and cry in pain—not tears but whale oil.

No child ever dared to escape and call for help, and the older child foolishly declared in public that he would be taken away by a thief, that he would become an apprentice, and soon become a full member of the guild.

Gülen waited for him to fall asleep, and smashed his head with the sharp stone that the boy had picked up to write—the part before the end of the eye and the hair, he didn't know what it was, but he had seen a thief stab his dagger into the position of a strong man in a conspicuous manner, and the man fell down and died, and his killer said it was the weakest part of the entire skull.

The next day it was not the older child who was taken away, he did not die, but he lost the ability to speak and act, and the thieves took Gülen away.

Gülen had gone out of his way to see the boy after he became a full member, the head was still "alive", it would cry frantically as long as it lit the wick, and it would fluctuate when it saw Gülen - it could recognize Gülen, his soul was imprisoned in this strange lampstand - its lips quirmed, as if it wanted to plead with his former companion to end his suffering, but Gülen just backed away and closed the door, the spell of the red robe would not be easily ended by a dagger, and why should he do it, would it bring him even a drop of good?

The thief stuck out his tongue and nimbly turned a corner in the air, the fragrant pea blossoms had bloomed, but the night air was still cold.

He also smelled of lilacs, and it was said that when Lord Berdwin entered the royal city, purple, fuchsia, and white lilacs fell from the air—and he naturally remembered some of the gossip he had heard—and the guards of the prison were almost unconcealed before him, perhaps they thought that he could not hear them while he was languishing in the iron box. But the thief does hear, and he listens all the time.

Lilac is the only daughter of the Norman king, and Princess Leona, who almost became the new ruler of Norman, the favorite flower, and it was she who made this decision, and the guards talked about Princess Leona's concern for Baldwin, either believing that as heir she was grabbing power at her disposal or blindly worshipping her, Baldwin was the master of Thundercastle, a brave warrior who fought against the orcs on behalf of the entire northern continent and was favored by Tyre - many girls were willing to cheer for him - They were vague, and there was only a little they could chew on repeatedly, after all, it was only once a year that Birdwin returned to the royal capital to report on his work and reunite with his family. But the thief still thinks he's got a glimpse of something exciting.

The thief did not think that anyone would risk the danger of provoking the new king to climb all the way to the king's table—and he had the deadly news while everyone was asleep—whether or not he had actually killed the king, the new king would not be willing to spread the word until he had taken full control of the situation.

The thief couldn't help but smile when he thought of this, more real and more gloomy than his previous smile. He could hear it just by breathing, only Birdwin and Meimi, who was hiding behind him, were truly asleep. The caster was meditating, and the elf was merely closing her eyes - the woman's breath was light and shallow, mixed with a muffled murmur, and her flesh had grown. But that wasn't to say she wasn't in pain anymore, and from time to time Baldwin would grit his teeth like a crumbling rock, and the thief remembered how he had pulled the hundred-pound triangular compound bow with his teeth during the day. It was a crocodile-like tooth, just as white and powerful—he had a slight stumbling tongue if he really wanted to be against Berdwin. He had to beware of being bitten by him, this giant greyhound was a brute who dared to bare his teeth at a heavily armed knight.

Baldwin is also very fast with one-handed arrows, not as clumsy and jerky as he imagined, maybe he has practiced this, but who will practice one-handed arrows? As far as the thieves know, the weapons used by paladins include bows and arrows, but usually they specialize in hammers and broadswords, which may have something to do with his experience before he became a knight, a hunter? maybe.

Whatever he was, though, he needed to rest well for the next few days, with plenty of food and clean water, and the caster's healing potion was useful, and Gülen had tried it herself, but as with healing, it was time for some major wounds - the thief pressed his chest, his ribs had regrown and ached, and he considered whether he should leave for a while, or when the elves came to take over the vigil, he could say he wanted to take a shower or something, so that he could find the she-bear's bad luck.

The thief insisted that he had been sat under the butt by the she-bear only because of carelessness, and that he could not kill an animal with whom he had just made a deal in front of an elf, and although the elves of the Silvercrown Jungle had animals on their recipes, who knew what they would think?

He was going to take the bear and hang it on a branch where the mother bear couldn't reach or climb, and he could almost see the fat bear covered in pine resin dung screaming anxiously around a tree—it was pleasant to imagine it so simply.

It's just that the imagination is a little too real, real - oh, the endless abyss is below, it really is calling, full of anxiety and nervousness - the thief straightened up and exchanged a look with Kerriben across from him, "Shall I take a look?" he suggested.

"I'm with you. The elf said, and then he looked down at the caster who was detached from meditation, "Cremar takes care of Birdwin and Plummi." ”

The black-haired spellcaster nodded, and reached out, and his little spider crawled out of his sleeve and landed on the fire, and the fire raged, and the heat wave broke away the icy evening breeze in an instant.

The moment Glenn stepped into the dark woods, a vague white shadow rushed towards him, and without waiting for warning, the thief rolled sideways to dodge, and Kerryburn's arrow stabbed at the sudden attack of the enemy with a sharp whistle. Almost immediately, Gülen heard a large rat-like creak, and a round, furry thing fell from the sky and nearly hit him in the head, and the thief quickly dodged it, grabbing the back of its neck, a rather loose piece of flesh that reeked of the familiar stench.

The bear cooed and complained about the thief's rudeness, and then a large black shadow ran out of the woods, wheezing for breath, indicating that it was in a rage—the thief jumped up a tree with the bear, and the mother bear stood upright under the tree, and beat the trunk with her forepaws, and the birds in the nest were startled by it, and a snake reluctantly poked its head out of the gap between the leaves, and fled with a swish, and the leaves and broken branches fell on the thief and the bear.

The cub had dust in his eyes, and he felt very uncomfortable, and he cried out louder, and the she-bear roared in rage, and began to climb up on all fours, but the tree chosen by the thieves was straight, and the branches were very high, which was a somewhat difficult task for the huge, fat mother-bear.

"Give it back," said the elf Carryben, standing under the tree with the gray-white monster in his hand, "I'm not going to pull you out of its ass this time." ”

"I saved its baby. The thief grunted, and jumped briskly off the tree with the bear in his hand.

The she-bear who has almost climbed to the top of the tree......

"What is this?" the thief put the bear down, and this time it was the bear's turn to lie down on the tree and look up at its mother.

The thing that Kerry Benti carried in his hand had the face and claws of a mouse, the ears of a dog, and a pair of wings that did not grow feathers, and Kerry had carried it in his hand, his arms were level with the ground, his milky nose could touch the ground, and his belly was swollen, hairless, and his muscles were exposed, and he looked particularly disgusting.

"A big bat?" (to be continued......