Here's the anti-theft chapter - updated around 10 a.m. tomorrow.

Don't buy, it's a repetition of the previous chapter.

Gülen slid down quickly.

It was a downward-sloping passage, the floor and all sides covered with stone slabs, and grease--no, the grease soon solidified and dried out by the cold air, and rendered useless, and the thief would have thought it more like some kind of snail's secretion, and any insect in the Dragonfire Islands would become enormous- The snail was as long as his arm, but it wasn't the Dragonfire Islands, it was the Northland, which was vastly different from the former in terms of climate, but there was no guarantee that there would be an immortal snail - the whole road was only about a hundred feet, and after a pop, the thief realized that he might have bottomed out.

He reached out and touched his pendant, and said that their procession was not as ...... as depicted in the bard's song Complete, even a bit cumbersome and flawed - they don't have a priest, which is the deadliest point, but fortunately they still have elves and mages, but they do have two warriors and two rangers (one of whom is a druid), and Birdwin's strength, experience, and equipment may be comparable to that of a legendary warrior, but the problem is that his heart is never stable - Glenn is a thief, but since his life has become more colorful because of the black-haired spellcaster, he has also learned to read and learn quietly, so he guesses that Berdwin met a ghost after separating from them, and the ghost can possess a creature on the main material plane, but if the possessed creature is determined enough, the possession will fail and the creature will never be threatened by the same ghost possession again, the thief briefly estimated the time, It may not have been enough for them to fall out of that smelly corridor for an elegant lady to take a slow cup of tea - the thief never overestimated himself, but if it was someone else who was confronted with the ghost, such as Cremar, Perlant, or Kerribben, or even Leona, as long as it wasn't for the dwarf who knew how to run around with his head in his hands, he might not be so quick to bow his allegiance to this terrible enemy.

Of course, Gran thought that Baldwin had always hated himself, and he hated him, first because of Memi, and then because of Leona-no, not that he had any thoughts about the Norman princess of the Highlands, he just thought that Leona's love was a bit of a tyrannical thing for Baldwin-- The tall, majestic-looking man was nothing more than a cowardly coward after all, and Glenn knew a lot about his wife from Memey, and the death of the Norman King was still an unspeakable secret, but it was clear that perhaps this guy had been a warrior who could face authority, responsibility, and sin, but now that they had run away from him—so did he know? Gülen thought he knew, otherwise he wouldn't have been so sensitive and wary of Adele, and for what else? It wasn't because the priest was in some sense a mirror image of him, and the shackles on Adele's soul might have been heavier than Baldwin's, but that didn't seem to prevent him from gaining love and respect from people.

Especially after Adair has been pardoned by Rosada and he still can't get the slightest response from Tyre - Baldwin has never pleaded guilty to murder and rebellion, but he has been pardoned for similar crimes (blasphemy, homicide), and even the more terrible Adel has been pardoned, and he has no action...... Will the people who once trusted and loved him so much be shaken by this, will they think that he is indeed a sinner who is not worthy to follow? Perhaps even he will be shaken, is his memory real? Does his anger really overpower his loyalty to the king and his duty? Is he ashamed of the Norman soldiers and knights, and when he faces Leona?

Just think about it, Glenn almost sympathizes with Berdwin, yes, almost.

The thief seemed to be thinking a lot, but in reality he had only taken advantage of the flash of lightning, and this simple thought would not hinder his movements, and he quietly jumped up from the slime, flipped his wrist, and let the liquid on his arm slide down the cuff that protruded because of the arching wrist, whatever it was, he didn't want to get it in the slightest. He stood in the dark, his eyes seeing very limited, but his sense of touch and hearing had been magnified to the limit, the air here was very cloudy, or sticky, and he could feel something flowing slowly. The thief snorted softly, and there was no burnt smell of tar or animal fat in the air, nor the pungent smell of acid, only a faint fishy smell, and he shifted slightly, realizing that the smell might have come from the seemingly ubiquitous slime, which had accumulated in the low-lying areas and flooded the soles of his boots.

Glenn hesitated, took the pendant in his hand, and removed his fingers a little, allowing the light to pour out between his fingers, the fluorite inlaid in the pendant he had chosen was not large in the first place, and it was even weaker when it was obscured by his fingers, but it did not prevent the thief from seeing what he wanted to see. It was a small stone chamber for only adult males to stand and open their arms, and there were wide gaps between the bricks, which strangely reflected the light, brighter than the ones that were at least smooth, and the thief lowered his hand holding the fluorite, and it was from where the flowing sound he had just heard came from—and he saw that something flat, solid and liquid was spilling out of it- The thief immediately took two steps back, and some of them had piled up where the wall met the ground, and now they were still spreading and wriggling, and he could already tell that it was a swarm of hungry bugs, they looked like giant leeches, if not as long as Glenn's arm, one was enough to cover Glenn's entire boot.

The thief swung his ankle and his erect heel on the ground—a few taps on the ground, so to speak, and several small but very hard nails popped up from the underside of his boots, made of stainless steel mixed with pure gold, and the price of one nail was more than a pair of so-called dragonskin boots, but it was worth the money—the dwarf was no worse than the elves or the dwarves, and even far more so delicate and venomous than the latter—and the nails pierced the ground, and it was suddenly less laborious to walk.

More and more bugs were spilling out of the cracks, and the spilling bugs were getting higher and higher, and the bricks were shaking, and the gaps were getting bigger and bigger, as if there was a giant pushing behind them, and Gülen could almost see that there might be a worm on the other side of the wall, and they were happily trying to rush over and feast on them. He no longer hesitated, turned and rushed out of the corridor, he heard the popping sound of stone bricks falling into the pile of insects, and the creepy grunt, and it was not at all surprising when he found himself inevitably stepping on the pressure board that could cross the entire corridor, this pressure sensor office was specially designed, from top to bottom, whether it was walking or sliding, it would not touch it, but if it was from the bottom up, it was almost impossible to avoid- Especially in order not to be pulled down by the slippery and greasy mucus, your steps will become extra heavy and powerful.

But there was also a not-so-good thing, for example, now, Gülen would never have thought that the pressure plate was only used to light the torch, and he curled himself up without a pause, like a note burned by flames, and almost at the same time, the crossbow bolts from the powerful bracket pierced through what should have been his thoracic vertebrae—if Gülen hadn't avoided it, he would have been nailed to the center of the wall like a butterfly custom-made into a specimen- But that wasn't to say that the crisis had been resolved, the bolt hit the weakness that had been left behind, the wall let out its last cry, cracking and crumbling from the middle, and just as Gülen imagined, a tide of insects poured down, the front "tide" covering him from the waist down, and some bugs that had been thrown too far fell on his face. The thief didn't know if the god of fate was jealous of his handsome face, anyway, it was the second devastating blow today, the liquid that the worms spit out destroyed his face in an instant, if it weren't for Gülen's instant swing of the adamantite dagger to cut off the muscles attached to the worms, his eyes and nose would not have escaped doom, he screamed and stood up, grabbed a bug that tried to burrow into his forearm, and pulled it in two, leaving his body still burrowing in, and the acid further corroded his nerves。

He knew that he would turn into sand when he died, so what about the cute little sand that would be able to penetrate the worm's body and merge together after being devoured by the worm? No one knew, but the bottomless abyss was underneath, and it hurt so much that Glenn wanted to give up - hoping that the black-haired spellcaster would have a way to extract him from the worm's body - in a large glass jar, and he even wanted to laugh at the thought of it.

"Gülen!"

A man shouted, Glenn's ears were already full of acid, but he still accurately caught the familiar tremor, he raised his hand with all his might, a spell, it should be a spell, and the light it produced instantly engulfed the thief and the bug, the bug instantly shrunk and then crackled in the lightning of magic, it sounded quite loud and rhythmic, and the electricity not only created an unprecedented feast of bugs, but also burned the acid that burst out of their bodies, but did not do much harm to Gülen, the thieves' clothes and boots were embellished with metal wiresThe circuit flowed along them to the ground - a pair of hands caught him before he had completely collapsed.

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Glenn was awakened by the pain, he gasped and found himself lying on the cold ground, a piece of fluorite resting haphazardly on the base of a torch, his clothes were taken off, but there was nothing to be ashamed of, he was bitten and corroded by insects all over his body, and if it hadn't been for the timely arrival of lightning, they would have pierced the thief's body to a thousand holes - and Leona was pouring healing potions on him. Seeing him wake up, he poured him a bottle of water of life given by the elves.

"Thank you. The thief reluctantly said.

Leona smiled kindly at him, and tore open a scroll, the white light of which shone on Gülen, and he was pleased to see that his injuries were rapidly improving.

"Watch out for Baldwin. As soon as Glenn had gained a little strength, he immediately said that they were not legends in the Bard's mouth after all, and he did not want any casualties in their ranks due to unnecessary misunderstandings, "He seemed to be possessed by a ghost." He then went on to say that whether or not Leona suspected him of ulterior motives, although if Leona insisted on her blindness to love, he would only go farther, anyway, he had already expressed his gratitude and reminded the princess.

She was neither his duty nor his obligation, and to her fellow members of the party, she meant most to Birdwin, but to Cremar and Glenn, her presence was not very necessary - the thieves even felt that she had caused a lot of trouble.

"Why do you say that?" was not so surprised, Leona just paused for a moment, and then asked calmly.

"He tried to kill me. The thief said: "Quite clumsy and insidious." ”

The latter comment was obviously more convincing than the former, and the princess stood up, "Can you act?

"Yes. Glenn said that Leona leaned down and gave him a dimensional bag, which belonged to Glenn, and it was lucky that it was not damaged in any way, and Glenn took out clothes, cloaks and leather armor from it, and also found his own pure gold dagger and other weapons, which may have been taken away by Leona.

"Where are you going?" asked Leona.

"Going down," Gülen said, "this is where you're most likely to meet other people." ”

The thief made a gesture for the princess to go first, which you could interpret as a polite gesture, or you could say that the thief didn't want a woman walking behind him who could stab him in the back at any moment, although Leona didn't look that crazy.

But Leona hesitated for a moment, and finally she took out a scroll from her dimensional pouch: "Able to unleash a huge flame." She said, "Maybe you'll need it." ”

"Uh...... Thank you. Gülen said.

Maybe it's good to have such a generous owner in the team. (To be continued.) )