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The fourth time he awoke, his daughter was placed face down on the knee of the uninvited guest in an extremely uncomfortable position, and the little baby did not yet know fear, but she still subconsciously tried to protect herself when she was torn by an unpredictable force—like a newborn beast that had lost the protection of its mother and father. Even though she had been suppressed to the point that her face was pale and her lips were purple, she still did not cry, and she could even be said to be extremely docile, even if the rude tossing almost broke the tender hands and feet, leaving deep marks on the skin, she did not try to resist the struggle, the little head that could only be held by Gülen with one hand hung low, and her eyes were met with her father lying on the ground, gasping for pain. She inherited Mei Mi's jewel eyes, and even when the light was dim and her eyes were full of tears, Gülen could still see the emerald royal blue and light gray, and in the black pupils, Gülen saw herself, like a useless prisoner, desperate and embarrassed.

The baby's arms hung at her sides, and Gülen reached out and took one of her small hands, which was as cold as a dead man.

The next moment, the little hand was withdrawn, and the ill-temperamental guest lifted the little baby up, "You are not even as good as a baby," he said, "and a deferential attitude is very important in the face of an enemy that you cannot fight, at least for you." ”

As a thief, Gülen didn't stupidly shout for anything to let go of my daughter or anything, if this man could follow his orders, he wouldn't have been brutally tortured and killed several times before, he vaguely felt that this person should have something to do with him, the curse of the transformation might also have the latter's involvement, he didn't force Gülen to do anything, he didn't do it only because he was "teaching" Gülen, just like guild members "teach" gifted apprentices. The more cunning, dexterous, and brilliant the apprentice, the more they will be intimidated and suppressed by the guild members, and sometimes they won't even mind causing some permanent disability that doesn't hinder the apprentice's skills, and one guild member once jokingly told Gülen that he would buy a whole bottle of rum, half for him to drink, and half to clean his wounds—castrated wounds—because an important operation required a beautiful gelding. This kind of behavior is allowed and sanctioned in the guild for no special reason, just to ensure that these gifted young men will retain their reverence for the guild and its former members for a longer period of time - a fear that will continue to be felt by the apprentice and future members for a long time, even if he has become a feared thief or assassin.

Gülen wasn't castrated, which was a good thing, but he always remembered the burning head.

The head seemed to be far away from him after becoming the branch leader of Sharp Jaws, but it was back today, its screams vibrating through Glenn's head, warning him.

Gülen slowly rolled over, sat up, then knelt down in obedience, his face facing the damp, icy ground, and then a boot lifted his face.

"Tsk," the man said with some disappointment, "I don't know what to say about you—is that human woman really that important?"

Gülen's body was almost shaking uncontrollably, especially when he saw the man toss his and Meme's child to the side of the room, and when he saw that the baby was just being thrown into a messy box of clothes, he lowered his shoulders slightly, and perhaps it was this cowardly gesture that provoked the resentment of the people, his face pressed to the ground with the same boot, the rough stone bricks rubbing against his skin, his eyes bulging under the weight of the eye, his vision blurred.

Yes, he said in his heart, yes, yes, he could say a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand times, although in reality he wisely kept his mouth shut.

"But you can't save her. "You can only watch her rot, watch her toss and turn, watch her be dragged into the abyss by death." ”

The heavy boot moved away, "Stand up," the man said, "I think you'd be willing to look at her again." ”

For a very short time, Glenn didn't understand what he meant, and then, his back itched like crawling over tens of thousands of centipedes, and his eyes showed fear, and while immersed in the pain of death, the thief did not think that death was not the final end in this plane, and in the mourning wasteland, as a hypocrite who had betrayed the faith, even if Flo still existed, it would be impossible for Memy to hear her call, and even if Flo did not exist, her priest and former saint would not be able to receive the favor of other gods, even Gredi, would not accept a rebel and thief。

The man took Gülen's hand, and in an instant, the wind that carried countless sand and dust whistled, and Gülen clearly felt the power of the push, but they immediately moved away, or rather, they seemed to penetrate Gülen's body, and even the smell between fishy and rich that had been smelled at first disappeared, Gülen seemed to be in a nightmare that was extremely unrealistic, the surrounding scenery was chaotic, the gray smoke and dust were suddenly thick and weak, and the mutilated and naked soul walked in it in a daze, but perhaps at the same time as you looked away, a dexterous little fork or whip would stick out of the thick mist, or bristly claws, snatching away the souls they fancie.

There are also many well-groomed souls who will run away frantically when they perceive the hunter approaching, but the souls who are lucky enough to escape this terrible end for a while can be said to be very small. Sometimes, hungry demons and demons will devour one or both of them on the spot, and the soul can feel the pain of tearing, but unlike the living, they will not be unconscious or die from blood loss and pain, Glenn saw a demon hunting spider tear directly through the soul of a petite woman, starting from the limbs, to the lower part of the body, then to the chest, shoulders and neck, she could continue to scream until the fangs pierced and split the tongue and jaw, and her blue eyes were drenched in horror and despair until the last half of the demon hunting spider shoved the last little head into her mouth。

Glenn didn't know if he should continue, but he also knew that it wasn't an option for him, and after that, he saw Memi.

She was being chased by a demon shaped like a corrupted dryad, with limbs extending from the devil's body like hundreds of sharp claws, he moved slowly, but each step was as long as a few dozen steps of Memey, and he was able to swing the branches, just as a fisherman tossed a line and a net, enveloping Flo's priest in a single moment—Memy cried, her silk robe shattered, and the charred branches pierced into her arm, where the flesh suddenly dried up, leaving behind a bone that covered the skin.

Gülen shouted, he put his hands on his waist, but his dagger and dagger were gone, and the potions and scrolls, his hands were empty, but he ran anyway, and when the bad demon cracked a gap, as if grinning, Gülen turned the ring on his finger, and a dragon fire roared out, and the bad demon screamed and fled, but his branches remained in Memi's arm, like a giant parasite, crawling towards the more delicious flesh - Even the cracks and knots in the bark could be seen through the paper-thin skin, and the thieves immediately reached into the junction between his arm and shoulder, tearing the tendons and flesh there.

"As rumored," said the man, "His Highness Cremar of Grenada is a generous man. "So it was undoubtedly a foolish thing to put him in the ranks of the enemy.

But without Cremar's obstruction, Memi would not have been in the Mourning Wasteland at all. Glenn thought that his hand was still so soft over Meimi's lips, but he didn't want his lover to say something that would hurt the man even more when he was suffering too much and was therefore not sane enough.

He could feel the cold liquid flowing through his fingers, it turned out that the soul also had tears, but there was no temperature, and the sober Mei Mi took his hand with his backhand, and Glenn grabbed it instead, and they snuggled tightly together in the last bit of time.

The man stretched out a hand, and when it was opened, it was a gem that shone with beautiful points of light like sunlight and stars, and when he was an apprentice, Gülen might not have recognized what it was, but now he could recognize it as a soul gem of pretty good quality at a glance, and every thief would be horrified when he saw it, because the mage who owned and used it would not be weak, and it would be even worse if the gem was made by him, because it would indicate that the skin bag or dimensional bag belonged to either a warlock or a gray robe。

Mei Mi held Glenn's hand, it was not the first time she had seen this thief with a mask, and she knew why he took out the soul gem, she took the gem, and then put it in her mouth, and something strange happened, her lost hand reappeared.

"Don't you say thank you?" said the man.

"Thank you so much. "Memi said that she had taken the gems from this man eight times, not counting the ones used to redeem her.

"But it's not free, is it?" said Gülen.

"This plane, no, every plane, every astral plane, every place you know and don't know, there is nothing that costs nothing, but sometimes it will be visible to you, sometimes it won't. The man said, then held out his hand, and with a whirlwind, Gülen stood back on the floor of the Sharp Jaw Harbor room.

There was still the touch of Mei Mi's ethereal but real body in his arms, "What will happen to her?"

"Souls who cannot hear the call of the gods have only two options in the Wasteland of Mourning, to be captured by demons or by the devil," the man said, "or to be nailed to the walls of the unbelievers by the ravens of the god of death." He said, "Of course, they can run away, or they can buy themselves from demons or devils, yes, you see, soul gems." ”

"She didn't have anything. ”

"I have invested a lot of capital in her," said the man, "but not for her, but for you." ”

"I don't understand...... What do you need me to do for you?" said Gülen, the first time he asked this question, the first time it was tempting and intimidating, and the second time it was reluctant to surrender.

The man's face hidden behind the mask grimaced a strange grimace, "Start with this," he said, spreading his fingers, and a pendant fell down, dangling in a dazzling light, "do you want to control me with this?" ”

"I'm sorry. Gülen said dryly.

"Alright, let's go back to where we were. The man said, "You ask me what I want you to do?" dear, a lot, but first of all, I hope you don't turn down that guest who is about to visit. ”

"Who?"

"It's not a good habit to ask knowingly - Cremar. ”

"Is he that important?" said Gülen, "perhaps I should stab him to death, that's what you should do as your follower, Musk, Lord of Darkness." He looked up at the familiar stranger.

There was a sudden silence in the room, and then the man burst out laughing, and even though he was laughing, there was still too much viciousness and ominousness in his laughter: "...... I should have cut you into a thousand pieces and made a bowl of broth for your little lover to taste carefully, or the other way around," he said, "but I am sure you must have guessed who I am, but you never revealed it." ”

"But," he said, "you may not have been able to guess another answer, Gülen, why do you think I would choose you?"

Glenn moved his lips because of Cremar, but his instincts told him it was wrong.

"Because yours is my child, my son, the thief Glenn!" suddenly shouted Musk, who took off his mask with a single lift of his hand, revealing a face almost indistinguishable from Gülen, as pale, handsome, and gloomy, "Poor little fool, have you not thought of it? Why does the curse of the god of death twist in your body! It is no longer even a curse, but a blessing and a powerful weapon! For no other reason than because you have my blood in your body, and I keep my eyes on you! ”、

Glenn jumped to his feet, he looked at the man, no, the Sage of the god Musk, with a cyan flame dancing in his dark eyes and a sarcastic smile on his lips.

"No, it can't be!" Confusing memories come flooding back, the tragic and humble death of my mother, the childhood and adolescence accompanied by whipping, starvation and death, the past of ambition but fatal blows, and the sad and hopeless present......

"Why is it impossible," said the Sage of Musk, "just because I didn't hold you in my arms like a baby, I am the god of thieves," he said, "and you have grown up in my temple, and my followers have taught you and guided you, and I have always corrected the thread of your destiny, and the status, glory, and wealth you now have are all due to my gifts." He arrogantly said, "Without me, there would be no you, Gülen." ”

"Your temple?"

"Every Thieves' Guild is my Temple!" said the Sage of Musk, who stepped forward and grabbed Gülen's face and forced him to look at him, "You are my son, you are a thief, whenever, wherever, or ...... Whoever you face, you can only be, and you can only be a thief. ”