If the slums across the Cairns Bridge on the outskirts of the city were responsible for 80 percent of Varland's crime, the thieves' guilds alone accounted for half of the remaining 20 percent.

Almost every Rick knows that there is such a special organization in the underground of the royal capital, but few people know where the headquarters of this guild is.

Members of the thieves' guild are usually prison regulars or fugitives who wander around the kingdom. Guilds make a living by helping members dispose of hard-to-get stolen goods, and charge a certain amount of commissions, and occasionally issue special commissions to premium members.

They are good at stealing, in addition to stealing property, they will occasionally work part-time to buy *** faster money, such as kidnapping, or murder.

Because of his bad deeds, the king had ordered a bounty of up to 100,000 Swiss silver for providing valuable information to the royal guards, but this bounty has not yet been received.

After all, these rats are not that easy to deal with.

Deep in the sewers of Walland, in a round-vaulted stone room, there is a long bar table, and rows of simple tables and chairs. On the shelves behind the bar are ale, wine, and some ominous bottles and cans, and a middle-aged man in a bartender uniform wipes a wooden wine glass, and if you look closely, you can see that his left eye is a gray prosthetic eye.

Most of the people who sit here and drink are silent, not as noisy as ordinary drinkers. But then again, this isn't an ordinary tavern in the first place, where would a normal tavern be located deep in the sewers? Most of the regulars who appear here have no other place to drink and have fun, and they rarely even show their true faces on the surface.

At this moment, the wooden door at the entrance was slammed open.

The man sitting near the door subconsciously held the dagger inserted on the table, and the rest of the drinkers also stretched out their hands to the weapon, but after seeing the person at the door, they invariably let go of the hand holding the weapon and continued to drink as before.

The Arran, Valland underground forces will not be unfamiliar with this name. As a master assassin, he is undoubtedly the strongest existence in the entire Warland Thieves' Guild. Not only that, but he was also an excellent Assassin Mentor, having trained at least ten high-level Assassins for the Guild, as well as countless mid-level Assassins with great potential.

Ignoring the drinkers sitting in the hall, Aran walked briskly through the stone chamber and towards the secret door behind the bar, with a gloomy face. It led to the chamber of the Thieves' Guild, which was only allowed to be entered by the upper echelons of the Guild.

By the time he arrived at the council hall, someone had already arrived before him.

It was a middle-aged man dressed in a luxurious costume, sitting at a stone table in the center of the chamber, flipping through the ledger in his hand. The mere look of his clothes does not associate him with the word thief, but rather resembles a shrewd businessman. In fact, his name is Lesval, and he is a merchant by profession, but he does not sell ordinary goods, mainly to dispose of some inconvenient stolen goods for the thieves' union.

When Aran walked into the council chamber, Lesval simply raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, and his gaze returned to the ledger in his hand.

"Failed?"

“…… "Pulling away his chair and sitting down at the stone table, Aran's face was so gloomy that he could drip water.

Originally, according to their plan, Viscount Casio would get Cilita out of the banquet hall and then wait for the opportunity to assassinate her. But no one expected that after she left the banquet hall, she would encounter a half-elf imp who could use natural sorcery, and just as he was about to kill the two together, he would kill another wizard apprentice......

A series of accidents caused their well-planned plan to fail completely.

After escaping from the castle, they were hunted down by the Guards in order to get rid of the royal family's pursuers, and one of them was his protégé, the most promising talent to break the threshold of the Master Assassin.

After such a change, the royal family will definitely strengthen the security of the castle. Originally, it was difficult to sneak into the castle, but they finally seized the opportunity of the royal family to entertain wizards, and they relied on the dark line of Viscount Casio to sneak in. Now that this has happened, the royal family will definitely not hold any more banquets for a while.

If Cilita didn't come out of that castle, they couldn't do anything about it.

"Lord Lucius won't be satisfied." Flipping through the pages of the ledger in his hand, Lesval said lightly as he wrote something on it with a quill.

"I know," Aran said with a gloomy face, "I'll make up for my mistakes." ”

"You'd better hurry, we'll be very passive if we let those half-elves know that Seres is dead and that Cilita is their last resort."

"Hmph," Aran snorted coldly, disdainfully, "what can a little girl do." ”

"It's true that a little girl can't do anything, but a bloodline knight whose strength is comparable to that of a five-star wizard after awakening will bring extremely dangerous variables to our plans in Aditya Continent. If Prince William cannot become the rightful king of the Rick Kingdom, our efforts are meaningless. Whether it's for the coming of my Lord or for ourselves, I believe that I don't need to say more, but your mind should be able to figure out the truth. ”

Aram glanced at Lesval and said, "You believe that prophecy?" ”

Closing the ledger in his hand, Lesval looked at Aran seriously.

"Not a prophecy, but an oracle."

Silence lasted between the two for a moment.

Aran didn't know what he was thinking, and his eyes changed with a cloudy look.

At this point, Lesval stood up and straightened her collar.

"I'm going to go to the Norren Continent tomorrow, and I'll leave it to you for the time being, I hope you won't let me down."

"I know what to do." Aram replied in a low, hoarse voice.

At that moment, the sharp fangs of the rat's head sculpture embedded in the wall of the doorway suddenly dripped a drop of liquid into the stone bowl filled with water below the sculpture.

Hearing the soft ticking sound, Alan's eyes instantly sharpened.

"There's a guest coming."

Lesval's eyebrows raised upwards and said, "Fighting is not what I'm good at, I'll go first." ”

With that, he picked up the ledger and walked towards the stone door behind the council chamber.

……

There was a loud bang, and sawdust flew up.

The wooden door to the tavern entrance was kicked open.

The drinkers sitting at the wooden table stood up in unison and picked up the guy at hand. The bartender, who was standing behind the bar wiping the wooden glass, stopped what he was doing and shot his fierce gaze at the man standing in the doorway.

However, the man standing at the door didn't seem to realize where he had broken into at all, and in the face of that unfriendly gaze, instead of being half nervous, his face had a faint smile.

"Have you seen a man in a black robe, I've got something going on here, and I'd like to talk to him—"

"Kill him."

Without waiting for Jiang Feng to finish speaking, the bartender standing behind the bar said coldly, and at the same time pulled out the scimitar hidden under the bar.