-- There are some anti-theft chapters that will be revised around 10 a.m. tomorrow.

Gülen knew nothing about what was happening in the temple of Flo.

The setting sun hung over the junction of water and sky, the indigo-blue sky and the calm sea rendered a flame-like crimson, and the thick clouds took on strange and familiar shapes, like a group of giants holding weapons to face each other nervously at the last of the afterglow, and behind them, the sparse galaxy and the faint crescent moon had already outlined themselves in the purple-blue background, the sea breeze lost its original heat, became warm and affectionate, brushing the human cheeks, and the homing seabirds glided slowly in this warm wind, cutting through the air, and their calls sounded like loud flutes repeatedly blowing a few bright high notes。

Glenn was going to a tavern that had been around on the side island for nearly fifty years, like the blunt tavern in Sharp Jaw Harbor, where the "one-legged bird" hung The signature tavern is also both an intermediary and a stolen goods business, it has a fat but attractive hostess, so that Glenn may not be much smaller than the sea devil he has seen, but her movements are even a little more agile than the sea devil, the wooden table and stool in the tavern are like tree roots in the dense forest, no one knows when her hips, calves and ankles will be hit hard, but when she shuttles through it, even a squirrel can hardly match her dexterity and ease- Or when she held up a large tray of grilled squid whiskers, whale patties, and gallons of ale and light wine.

Her tavern is filled with pirates, thieves, and the occasional apprentice mage, most of whom are thieves - but there are generally only three types of thieves in the Dragonfire Islands, and one is the fools who call themselves thieves, and their clumsy methods and skills make it impossible for them to run errands in the thieves' guild, even if they want to, but only through tattoos. The scars, fierce countenance, and demeanor bullied the merchants who were unfamiliar with the Dragonfire Islands, and the second was not an exile who had defected from the guild for various reasons like Gülen. It's the poor worm who was banished by the guild because of old age and frailty, or because he was seriously injured during the mission (if the guild didn't think he was worthy of a high-level healing technique), of course, this kind of rare, thieves have almost no concept of old age, but if you can see a thief with a wrinkled face and shaking hands and feet, you must be careful, even if they look like they are going to the mourning wasteland in the next moment, it is a poisonous snake with a severed head. Even if you can't live, they can bite you with precision and viciousness.

The third type is the strange thieves who have never been recruited by any guild, and who may have had a good status, or were once priests or knights, but in ********, they are more vicious and cruel than the familiar thieves, and their unlost talent makes them even more powerful.

For example, the person sitting at the small round table today, the small round table he occupies is the closest to the hearth, the warmest. The closest place to hot soup and barbecue is where only the strongest people sit by default, and there is also the bar, where the people who sit are either looking for someone to hire or waiting for someone to be hired. Gülen was already familiar with the men, and he walked straight through the damp and muggy crowd, the hostess of the tavern, whom they called "Fugu". Behind the bar, lazily wiping a silver cup the size of an ordinary man's head, the silver contained in the silver cup was not pure, and in some places there were even embarrassing rust spots. The inscribed hollows were even more black, and I don't know if it was grease or blood, and the cloth used to wipe the wine glasses was very thick, but when the tavern hostess lowered her hand, Glenn realized that it was her velvet corset.

"Long time no see, Honey," she said in a rude but intimate greeting, "at last willing to come back from your fragrant pea flowers?"

"I'm a little wronged to say that," said Gülen, taking her hand and kissing it with all his strength on the back of the soft and thick hand, and to tell the truth, he felt his whole face imprinted on the piece of flesh, "I swear to Musk, I do have something urgent to do—I'll come to you as soon as it's over, and look at my clothes, which are still stained with sea water and blood." ”

Of course, his words were not credible, but "Fugu" still laughed a few times pretentiously, which was a tacit understanding of all the insiders, "Looks like I have to ask you for a drink, what do you want? My dearest, how about blood red wine? Or honey wine?"

"Blood wine," said Gülen, "but don't add beet sugar to it." ”

"What's so bad about sweet mouth. "Fugu" said dissatisfied, but still gave him a large glass full of blood red wine - blood red wine is added during the brewing process, but in the Dragon Fire Islands, it is not real blood red wine without adding fresh blood, "pufferfish" After hesitating for a moment, she chose the latter between the guinea pig and the little petrel, they were all locked in a delicately woven cage, the petrel was more expensive and rare, the point was that Gülen was not only a regular customer, but also a generous regular, and she knew that Gülen's owner was the new lord of the side island, and Glenn was working for him, unless she didn't plan to continue to live in the Eastern Crown, otherwise she wouldn't offend such a guy.

She grabbed a black-headed petrel with a golden mouth, broke its neck with one hand, and lifted it upside down, and blood flowed from the petrel's beak into the glass.

"Do you have anyone you like?" "Fugu" came closer as she pushed her glass, and the mixed smell of pepper crab and honey she had eaten for dinner rushed up, and Glenn settled several people from her.

"Not yet," said Gülen, who was leaving in a few months, not wanting to gather the thieves and let another guy take the position of leader when he had no time to do so, "but you seem to have a new guest." ”

Gülen was talking about the man sitting on the edge of the hearth, and he gave Gülen a bit like Cremar in Sharp Jaw Harbor - he wore a light black silk coat, a cloak of the same texture hanging casually from his legs, a gold collar pin, and a mask - because the god of thieves, Musk, is also known as the black mask, many thieves will wear a mask to show their status when they need it, but the mask worn by this uninvited guest may be far more than all the net worth of a thief - It was a black tortoiseshell mask that covered the forehead all the way down to the cheeks, forming a beautiful arc at the nose. There is no space left in the area of the eyes, but it is polished to the point that it is almost transparent, and when you look at it from the outside, you can't even distinguish the color of the iris of the visitor.

"A guest of great skill," said "Fugu," said "Fugu," as he seemed to wipe the bar leisurely, wriggling his lips, "and has only been here for three days, but the thieves who fell at his feet could almost fill my tavern." ”

Gülen snorted slightly.

"What," said "Fugu," said "would you like to treat him to a drink?"

An expensive glass of wine is often a sign of solicitation and hiring intentions, and Gülen doesn't want to have more trouble at this time. But just as he was about to say no, the stranger looked up, their eyes meeting in the darkness, and Gülen found himself suddenly changing his mind.

"Treat him to a glass of blood red bar. Gülen said.

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The following is the anti-theft part, which will be revised around 10 a.m. tomorrow.

Glenn knew nothing about what was happening in the temple of Flo, the setting sun hung over the boundary between water and sky, the indigo-blue sky and the calm sea rendering a flame-like red, heavy clouds taking on strange and familiar shapes. It was as if a group of giants were facing each other nervously at the last of the sunset, weapons in hand, and behind them, the sparse galaxy and the faint crescent moon had outlined themselves against a purple-blue background, and the sea breeze had lost its original heat. It becomes warm and affectionate, brushing the human cheeks, and the seabirds gliding slowly in this warm wind, cutting through the air. Their cries sounded like loud flutes repeatedly blowing a few bright high notes.

Gülen was going to a tavern that had been around on the side island for nearly fifty years, like the blunt tavern in Sharp Jaw Harbor, a tavern with a "one-legged bird" sign that was both an intermediary and a stolen goods seller. It had a fat but attractive hostess, and Glenn might not have been much smaller than the sea devil he had seen, but her movements were even a little more agile than the sea devil, and the wooden tables and stools in the tavern were like tree roots in the forest, and no one knew when her hips, calves, and ankles would hit her hard, but even a squirrel could hardly match her dexterity and ease when she shuttled through them. Or when she held up a large tray of grilled squid whiskers, whale patties, and gallons of ale and light wine.

Her tavern is filled with pirates, thieves, and the occasional apprentice mage, most of whom are thieves - but there are generally only three types of thieves in the Dragonfire Islands, and one is the fools who call themselves thieves, and their clumsy methods and skills make it impossible for them to run errands in the thieves' guild, even if they want to, but only through tattoos. Scars, fierce countenances, and demeanors bully the merchants who are not familiar with the Dragonfire Islands, and the second is either an exile who defected from the guild for various reasons like Gülen, or a poor creature who was banished by the guild because of old age and infirmity, or because he was seriously injured during a mission that was difficult to heal (if the guild didn't think he was worthy of a high-level healing), of course, this kind of rare, thieves have almost no concept of old age, but if you can see a thief with a wrinkled face and shaking hands and feet, you must be careful, even if they look like they are going to the mourning wasteland in the next moment, it is a poisonous snake with a severed head, even if you can't live, they can bite your vital point with precision and viciousness.

The third type is the strange thieves who have never been recruited by any guild, and who may have had a good status, or were once priests or knights, but in ********, they are more vicious and cruel than the familiar thieves, and their unlost talent makes them even more powerful.

For example, the one who sat at the small round table today, the little round table he occupied was the closest to the hearth, the warmest, the closest place to hot soup and barbecue, and it was tacitly only the strongest people who could sit there, and there was also the bar, and the people who sat there were either trying to hire someone or waiting for someone to hire him, Gülen was already familiar with them, and he walked straight through the humid and stuffy crowd, the hostess of the tavern, whom they called "Fugu" Behind the bar, lazily wiping a silver cup the size of an ordinary man's head, the silver contained in the silver cup is not pure, and there are even embarrassing rust spots in some places, and the depression engraved with the pattern is even more black, I don't know if it is grease or blood, the cloth used to wipe the wine glass is very thick, but when the hostess of the tavern puts down her hand, Glenn realizes that it is her velvet corset.

"Long time no see, Honey," she said in a rude but intimate greeting, "at last willing to come back from your fragrant pea flowers?"

"I'm a little wronged to say that," said Gülen, taking her hand and kissing it with all his strength on the back of the soft and thick hand, and to tell the truth, he felt his whole face imprinted on the piece of flesh, "I swear to Musk, I do have something urgent to do—I'll come to you as soon as it's over, and look at my clothes, which are still stained with sea water and blood." ”

Of course, his words were not credible, but "Fugu" still laughed a few times pretentiously, which was a tacit understanding of all the insiders, "Looks like I have to ask you for a drink, what do you want? My dearest, how about blood red wine? Or honey wine?"

"Blood wine," said Gülen, "but don't add beet sugar to it." ”

"What's so bad about sweet mouth. "Fugu" said dissatisfied, but still gave him a large glass full of blood red wine - blood red wine is added during the brewing process, but in the Dragon Fire Islands, it is not real blood red wine without adding fresh blood, "pufferfish" After hesitating for a moment, she chose the latter between the guinea pig and the little petrel, they were all locked in a delicately woven cage, the petrel was more expensive and rare, the point was that Gülen was not only a regular customer, but also a generous regular, and she knew that Gülen's owner was the new lord of the side island, and Glenn was working for him, unless she didn't plan to continue to live in the Eastern Crown, otherwise she wouldn't offend such a guy. (To be continued.) )