Located at the end of North Coral Avenue in Eastwood, the surrounding apartments are not rented due to the frequent executions, except for a death knell tower, which is extremely deserted, especially in the dead of night, except for the Night Watchman who is directly under the town hall, no one wants to come to the resting place of the sinner's soul.

Even the 'rats' who only move in the sewers at night will not visit the place where the birds don't pull their droppings in search of food, preferring to hunt for drunken lone crew members in the dock area full of goods, empty their wallets with sheep, or target wealthy customers in the all-night commercial area, both men and women, young and old, who have always been cold and not afraid to eat bad stomachs.

The corpse of Marsk, the veteran thief who had been hanged during the day, hung alone on the gallows, fluttering slightly back and forth in the harsh night wind, and the two-finger-thick hemp rope creaked and creaked as it swung, like the lament of the undead who lingered in the bustling world for their fate.

"The men of the Dark Police Department had already withdrawn two hours ago, but the Night Knights visited the execution ground every quarter of an hour, and they were extremely punctual and came by the hour every time, so that if we were nimble enough, we could get what we wanted. ”

On the third floor of a dilapidated apartment in disrepair, a young man in a dark blue hooded cloak puts away his binoculars and recounts his observations to his companions.

"Are you sure this ancient recipe works? Don't mess up the alchemy experiment like you did last time and almost destroy my basement. You know how much money I've spent to get it back to its original shape, and the investment I've spent on you is going to break my money. ”

Deliberately dyeing his hair black with ink, the pale blonde roots could not be seen until you looked closely, and the young man with a bad tone complained a lot of dissatisfied.

"Don't worry, don't worry, the recipe I bought from the sewer black market definitely works, after all, it's the legacy of the dark wizards of the old days. Except for me, who can decipher ancient runes, I believe no one knows its value, and in the eyes of those stupid mortals, it is just a useless piece of waste paper. ”

Speaking of the scope of knowledge that he was proud of, the young man pointed to his full and huge forehead, and couldn't help but boast. If he hadn't shown his worth often, the failed alchemy experiment that cost half of the investor's property would have been enough to put him on the gallows a dozen times.

"I warn you gravely that if this experiment does not succeed as expected, you will be sent to a solemn court for destroying the heirlooms of the noble people, and you will be in the company of the thief who has just been hanged. I'm not kidding!"

'This guy is serious, it's really unfortunate news, originally I thought that this brainless heir of the noble clan could afford the cost of my research on alchemy, but I didn't expect to part ways so soon. ’

His complexion remained unchanged, and his voice trembled slightly, in order to show his panic and uneasiness, which was just right to calm the investor's anxious emotions and satisfy his little self-satisfied vanity, which had lost his face.

"Generous Lord Schultz, I am ninety percent sure of this test, and I believe that in the near future, I mean in two seven days, you will have the ability to open all the locks of the city's doors, not even the iron lock of the bank vault, and even more beautifully, no one will be able to see you. Your body will be closely protected from the discovery of your true identity. Oh, what a wonderful thing, you will be a ghost wandering in the night, going in and out of apartment buildings, doing chivalrous deeds, robbing the rich and giving to the poor, pocketing the filthy ill-gotten wealth and distributing it to the poor in need. You will be the embodiment of the hand of justice, the gavel of righteous judgment falling on the head of every sinner without distinction, so that the wrongdoers will know that there is an invisible pair of eyes watching their every move. ”

The touching rhetoric made the vanity of His Excellency Walter Schultz suddenly permeate to the edge of what can be accommodated. Truth be told, a series of failures had caused him to lose faith in the so-called alchemist Os, who was standing in front of him, and suspected him of being a swindling charlatan.

After all, after spending a lot of gold and still getting nothing, everyone will be angry, and the money of the nobles is not obtained out of thin air, even if it is a matter of leaving the land and using the wealth for commercial speculation...... Oh no, it should be an upstart who invests in emerging industries, and every silver deleu, even copper fennig, is hard to accumulate.

"The Night Knight has left Coral Avenue, and now it's time for you to show off your skills as a Wanderer. Don't let me down again this time, there is a limit to my tolerance. H.E. Walter Schultz held a black serpentine wooden cane and tapped it gently on the instep of his foot.

With a slight sting, like being bitten by a mosquito, the alchemist Os, or the alchemist Os, smiled and saluted, then put on a pair of soft-soled boots and quietly walked down the stairs to the execution ground where the wails of the undead were constantly emanating.

He was so alert that he would stop when there was any wind around him, crouching down and covering his body with a dark blue cloak, looking from afar like a stone or a shadow cast by a building.

On the third floor of the apartment, Lord Walter Schultz watched his every move with a monocular mirror, and at first he thought that Oss was very dedicated, but after five minutes, he was not close to the gallows, and he inevitably felt anxious and impatient, that he was too procrastinating and wasting the time he had so hard to gain.

He kept getting up and lowering the monocular, clenched his fists, and put the alchemical gadget in front of his eyes, compared to similar products on the market, because the 'alchemist' Oss was inlaid with a 'snake eye' on it, it could magically be used at night.

Looking through this monocular into the night-shrouded world, the vision is a light green, all dead things are dim, and living creatures with life appear through different shades of red.

If Aldrich Triss were here, he would have recognized it as a night vision goggle, while H.E. Walter Schultz called it the 'Eye of Shadows'.

If it weren't for the birth of this alchemy product, he wouldn't have spent a lot of money to support Oss's experiment, but unfortunately, this kind of gadget is too lethal to people who live in the dark world.

If it is promoted on a large scale as a commodity, then His Excellency Schultz will make a fortune and at the hands of the ubiquitous Assassins. Even if you contribute to the city hall in private, that group of businessmen who don't keep their mouths open will definitely leak the news, and they will inevitably die at that time.

Alchemist Oss walked a long and winding stealth path until he finally reached the gallows, slowly drew his jet-black short knife from the scabbard tied to his belt, grabbed the right hand that was holding the corpse of the hanged thief Musk with his left hand, raised it slightly, and then slashed with a strong swing.

With a click, the knife fell and the hand broke, because the deceased had been hanging on the noose for a day, and the boiling blood in his body had already coagulated, so there was not much dirty blood splashed out of the wound, but it oozed out slowly, ticking and falling on the wooden plank of the gallows.

'Get it!' The alchemist Os, who was also a corpse thief for the first time, forcibly held back the rapid beating of his heart, threw the severed hand into the snakeskin bag in disgust, tightened the tether of the seal, and did not dare to keep it close to him, so he held it in his hand, and then left the gallows, left the execution ground, and headed for the apartment building.

Time was a little tight, and the people from the Secret Police Department who didn't know when they appeared gave him a sense of urgency, like a whip that brought pain and kept instigating the horses to run.

'This alchemist, really not a sweet-tongued general, actually succeeded, he actually succeeded. In front of the windowsill on the third floor of the apartment, H.E. Walter Schultz put down his snake-eye monocular, clenched his fists happily, and got carried away with some excitement.

However, when he heard the hurried footsteps downstairs, the familiar rhythm made His Excellency Schultz's face turn cold, and his mood was depressed and calmed down. He may have lost his temper when he was alone, but in front of others, Walter Schultz must definitely maintain the dignity of the nobles, whether happy or angry, the emotions must be kept away.

He must not be disgraced in front of inferior people! This is his life creed, and he persistently abides by it.

"Your Excellency, Lord Schulz, you see, I have successfully obtained the main material of the Hand of Glory, the thief's right hand. Alchemist Oss had an expression of invitation to merit, which disgusted Walter Schultz a little.

"What are you doing so loudly, do you want to wake up the sleeping undead in the execution ground, or do you want to summon the Night Knights who will appear at any time?"

"Os, my Oos. In the future, don't ask me to come with me for this kind of little thing. Just sit at home and listen to your good news. He patted the other man on the shoulder, "I'm sure you'll succeed, and you'll never let me down." ”

H.E. Walter Schultz raised the 'Snake Eyes' monocular and shook it, "The hand of glory will soon appear in front of me, this is what you said, it will definitely be honored." ”

Oss seemed to be moved by the boasting of the nobles, and his expression was very useful: "That's right, the materials are ready, and I will start work as soon as I go back." Two seven days later, Your Excellency Schultz, you will receive the hand of glory. The legendary Hand of Glory that can open all of Eastwood's copper locks, hide your body from being discovered in the dark, and plunge your target into a coma or slumber. ”

My dream of robbing the rich and helping the poor will come true. At this point, His Excellency Walter Schultz changed his tone abruptly, "Of course, a small part of it will inevitably be used as my reward, and there will be a lot of money that must be made up for the losses caused by your countless failed alchemical experiments, you know how many, that's a lot of money." ”

"Of course, of course, everything is as you wish. Alchemist Oss rubbed his hands together, and at this time he mentioned the bad record that embarrassed him, what was the purpose, it was nothing more than to continue to squeeze his surplus value.

As long as I can get a steady stream of financial support, becoming an official alchemist is just around the corner, and it doesn't hurt to be called and used by you now, and there will be a chance to get it back in the future. I'll make you proud for a while!'

The two lowered their voices and chuckled shallowly, then tacitly restrained their smiles, left the apartment building one after the other, left the confines of the execution ground, and took the black carriage that had been waiting for a long time, and returned to the Morgan district in the west of the city. Of course, there was inevitably a change in the real car, a beautifully styled oak carriage with a large horn family coat of arms shining in a prominent place, apparently with gold leaf.

When the two stupid people who didn't know anything left the execution ground, a black cat with dark green eyes nimbly jumped from the bell tower.

The bright moonlight spilled obliquely on its body through the gaps in the dark clouds, and the shadow behind it stretched out suddenly, and the distorted shadow rose into the sky, rose to a certain height, and poured back into the black cat's body.

A chilling scene happened, the fur muscles of the night spirit black cat continued to squirm and swell, and its back rose up with a huge piece of flesh, and then it appeared as a young man with a piny beard cat face, with his hands on his shoulders, like a newborn baby in the world.

"Whew! Stooping over the cramped body of the night cat, even my new body wilted. The strange man looked sideways at the thieves hanging from the noose.

"Tsk...... Tut...... Poor Musk, it doesn't feel good to be betrayed, who told you to get the legendary weapon 'Pit Viper Fragment' and not hand it over to the Order?"