The thief's body lost his balance, and he twisted his body quickly in the air, bent his knees as he landed, rolled, and shouted, as he ejected the fingerknife between his fingers, inserting the rope between his ankles and the slash, and with his other hand he threw the sharp dagger at what he thought was his foe.

The dagger pierced through the air and struck Musk's statue, the statue's neck snapped, and its tumbling head shattered its palm, perhaps that angered Musk, who was watching, and the steel fingerblade didn't do anything for Gülen's freedom— The raider was intact, faithfully and dutifully carrying out its master's orders, the serpent swiftly and nimbly circling and tightening, Gülen in disarray, his left hand sandwiched between his ankles, his right hand forced against his left shoulder, his knees against his chest, ropes glittering with silver shimmering deep into his skin and muscles, he looked like an otter that had strayed into a fishing net.

The rope was not held in the palm of a pair of hands, it was alive. When this realization struck the thief's mind like lightning, he realized that his cry was as faint as a mosquito flapping its wings.

A mage, he's in his heart, he's facing a spellcaster.

Then the candle was silently lit, and someone sat in Gülen's favorite chair with a spell book on his lap, which Gülen had stolen from a careless mage, and the spell book was of no use to him, but he kept it carefully, ready to exchange it in a pinch.

He saw a gray leather cloak and black hair.

If Gülen could still be ** able to do it just now, then now this ** has formed ice cubes, sinking all the way down, pulling all his internal organs. The owner of the Blunt-Head Tavern had described the man to him, and Gülen had seen his face through the peephole as he and Captain Drake walked out of the tavern.

He had considered whether the guild's mage had been tempted by someone else to deal with him, and now he didn't know if it was worse.

"It's a conspiracy!" shouted the thief, "It's a conspiracy against us!"

The lich's gaze shifted from the book to Gülen.

"The man who attacked you," the thief continued to "loudly", "and one of them is my nephew. ”

The lich nodded.

"But he wasn't supposed to be there, he was my sister's child, and I didn't want him to be a thief, so I gave her a sum of money to let her son learn to read and write and do arithmetic - he wasn't trained, he wasn't taught, at most he stole a few loaves of bread in the alley with the other kids - And such a job as tempting a stranger should not have been done by him, he was instigated, and I was concealed, I knew nothing about it, I was defenseless, and when I learned the unfortunate news, I thought he was innocent!"

"But you found out later. ”

"I was about to contact Drake, the God of Thieves is on top, I swear! I didn't let him kill you even in the first place. ”

"That's probably because you have a better way to defuse your resentment. The caster leaned back slightly, "That venerable Captain Drake is indeed a merchant, but he obviously sells more than silk, wool, and furs, he sells everything but his own life - including you." ”

"He must have sold me very clean. The thief said resentfully.

"Correct. Said the lich.

If it weren't for Captain Drake and his ship, the mage might not have had to change ships, but in fact, Captain Drake's ship wouldn't have been able to enter the castle, and he wouldn't have thrown himself into the net - there was an elf in his cargo list, and the mage felt he had to applaud the captain's courage - On the other plane, elves are often depicted as a group of mild-mannered, graceful and beautiful little creatures with a long lifespan and excellent constitution, but little consciousness and courage to protect themselves, and all they seem to do is sing and dance all day long, drink springs, weave garlands, and expect to be saved by a man or woman (a human!) - the lich cannot understand the paradox of its setting, but at least here, the vast majority of intelligent beings would be wise not to face a hostile elf.

It was a race that could almost rival the dragon's lifespan, with a brilliant mind, sharp eyes, powerful limbs, quick reflexes, an incredible memory, and a growth period of 100 to 150 years to ensure that they would spend twice as long as a human from birth to death to accumulate knowledge, experience, experience, and combat skills.

They have no state, but they have kings and armies, they form loose but reliable alliances with the surrounding city-states, they trade with humans, they deal with gnomes and dwarves (though they hate each other), they drive out goblins, drive out ogres and giants, fight orcs, hunt down thieves and smugglers, kill unscrupulous merchants and mages, and shoot arrows into the hips of skeletons......

- You?

- Of course not, the lich denied in exasperation, though he was surprised that this fellow who was no better than a goblin could tell where the hip bone was (yes, the ass) - it was one of my Mentor's servants, and when he teleported himself back to the tower, the Mentor almost laughed off the bones of his body - he described with relish that it was a delicate magic arrow, glowing baby pink, a Mithril arrow, a milky white arrow with golden magic runes on it, and a tail feather cut from a stork-billed kingfisher.

- As you can imagine, said the soul of the other world, and then he found a place to laugh wildly.

If anyone does get an elf, like our Captain Drake, the lich then thought - it can only be said that one or two fools can be born out of ten thousand smart people. A croaking black-haired chick who thinks he knows everything and can do anything, is easily put down by a glass of pear wine with a hypnotic potion.

Without a mage, she would have been sold directly by Captain Drake to some gray robe, red robe, or orc priest, and she would have been tortured for a long time, died a miserable death, and her soul could not be liberated.

After this, Captain Drake and the Golden Lady will need to change their name and die down for a while as soon as possible, but it is well worth it given the staggering and impressive benefits (not just gold).

And now, he had nothing to lose, and he had to come up with more gold to ensure that he could be protected by strong and powerful - the wrath of the brunette could burn the whole of Jaw Harbor, and the thief was not a man of mercy who was generous enough to let a guy who had betrayed him still live at ease.

Yes, he will allow the thieves to live, just as he allowed Captain Drake to live, but that doesn't mean they don't have to pay the price.

He shows a wicked chuckle to the thief.

Gülen did have some ideas that might get him out of his current predicament, but before he could put it into practice, a slender silver rope strangled his neck, and the lich suffocated him several times before he was allowed to break free from the darkness and fear of despair.

"You may not understand one thing," said the lich, "and I have many choices, and you, with only two choices, do my bidding, or die." ”

"But what you want me to do will also kill me. The thief hissed, his eyes blackened, his throat as if a knife had been thrust into it, and the pain in his back and limbs was excruciating, and the sticky water that soaked through his entire pants gave off an icy stench.

"One is possible, the other is inevitable," said the lich calmly, "I don't think it's a difficult multiple-choice question." ”

The thief thought about it, he didn't dare to ask his accomplices and the guild's mages for help, his nephew was not a member of the guild, but Drake was a "friend" of the guild, he couldn't squander the guild's resources and only avenge himself, he didn't have this right.

The amount demanded by the caster would create a hole in the guild's accounts that could not be ignored, but as he said, it was not impossible for the gap to be closed in a short period of time- The death of Glenn's nephew involved several people, whom he could threaten to pay compensation and bribes or be forced to take one or more of the most dangerous missions, and the owner of the blunt tavern, whose informant and betrayal alone could not cover all his guilt, after all, Glenn's sister's beloved son had died in his tavern, and he had to come up with more and more expensive things to ask the thieves for forgiveness. Moreover, Glenn knew that Drake had a fixed residence in Sharp Jaw Harbor, with extravagant decorations and utensils, and more than half a dozen slaves, some of whom were quite young and beautiful.

As for a boat that is able and willing to leave Jianjaw Harbor as soon as possible, a boat bound for Cape Embankment can always be found.

The silver string never left the thief's neck for a moment, and under the threat of death, whoever did things became very efficient, and before the pre-dawn darkness had left, the lich got what he wanted and his ship.