"......" used her keen sense of smell, and Lutha leaned closer to her sister and sniffed her carefully. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sniff, sniff, sniff...... The more she sniffed, the better it felt, and as she sniffed, she suddenly put her head behind Lucina's skirt and pulled out a small sachet behind her waist with her mouth.

"What is this...... The fragrance is light, but I care about it too. Lusha threw it on the ball and complained, "It's too much of a way for me to play." Sister, where did you get that?"

"Hey, it's not mine. Inexplicably taking the sachet, Lucina was puzzled: "I haven't seen it." ”

"In that case, I won't be able to smell the man on you. After sniffing carefully for a while, Lusa was disappointed: "There is not even a hint of stranger's breath." ”

"Woo ......" pointed at himself, and Guladan laughed silly.

"Didn't say anything about you, Guladan ......" Hanging her head helplessly, Lusa felt a great sense of frustration: "What should I do? The smell of that person was covered by the scent bag before, but now it has been completely dispelled. ”

It seems that the thief guessed that Lusha had such a hand, so he stuffed the sachet on Lucina. The old snow crow frowned, and struggled to straighten up: "Scheming thief...... He may or may not know that there is such a person as Lusha, it doesn't matter. ”

There's a reason Myrton says that. Many cities are inhabited by werewolves and canine orcs (such as Alice, who is a mixture of elves and orcs), so many experienced thieves choose to stuff a small sachet into the victim after stealing something to be safe.

In this way, you can ensure that your smell is not traced, which can be said to be foolproof. Even if the stealing target doesn't have scent tracking capabilities, you have to watch out for a friend who can do it.

So these thieves are called sachet thieves. Belongs to the kind of people who are quite skilled and thoughtful. If you want to ask why......

First: the difficulty of stealing hands is far less difficult than the difficulty of stuffing sachets into the other person. Because if you want to stuff it in, you have to use excellent observation to think about which part of the other person's body is the easiest to stuff in, such as a pocket or belt.

Often, you only get one chance. If you can't stuff it in, it's over, and it may be exposed.

Second: it's just stuffed in. You have to put it in and go unnoticed for a while, and wait for the faint fragrance to disturb your smell. After all, orcs also need to actively enhance their sense of smell in order to smell the body odor of thieves, so choosing a light incense sachet will not be easily smelled. However, the presence of a foreign object on the body can easily make the other person feel uncomfortable and find the sachet, so that it will be thrown away immediately, thus exposing the smell of the thief.

If nothing else, the other party will come with guards to find trouble in a while.

But how easy is this? Inexperienced people are easy to spot, after all, it's not easy for you to suddenly have an extra sachet on your body and not notice it.

Therefore, anyone who can use this method to successfully steal and succeed in the big city of mixed races where orcs are everywhere will be respected as "sachet thieves" by their envious peers. Some thieves even spend money to learn this craft. Some thieves' guilds teach the art publicly, and the way to judge whether he has succeeded in stealing an orc three times in a row without being caught for three days.

Why three times in a row? Because just one win doesn't mean anything. That's probably a stroke of luck or a clever fluke, and there's no way to say you've learned a familiar craft. And two successes in a row are enough to show the skill, but not enough to show that the mentality is calm enough. Three times is about the same.

Why three days? It's actually an independent test. In fact, even if the smell is tracked, it will dissipate within a day. In the case of successful theft with a sachet, this is not a problem. The three-day rule is actually a rule, that is, ordinary thieves who have just done a few votes and may attract attention and are stalked are not allowed to return to the thieves' union in the short term, so as to avoid revealing the location of the organization and implicating others.

In fact, the location of some of the thieves' guilds is semi-hidden, but after all, only a few people know the location. Generally speaking, this kind of big power can always have some influence, so it can be regarded as a manifestation of the dark side of the city. Not to mention, some churches and lords still have interests with them and engage in shady intrigues.

"He's a veteran...... Come to think of it, I've been hit by this before. Suddenly, Lucina suddenly realized: "Understood...... If that's the case, I might be able to ......"

"......" picked up the dumpling that was licking her hand, and Lucina still pondered silently, and then said nothing. Just when everyone was waiting to die, Lucina suddenly stretched out her hand and said to Lusha, "Daughter-in-law, show me the sachet." ”

"Oh, good ......" Unclear, Lusa took the sachet and handed it to Lucina.

"What is this for?" Bulso asked, eating a bun of bread, indistinctly, "Is this sachet still useful?"

"Yes, of course...... Nodding seriously, Lucina suddenly showed a kind of evil and gloating smile: "This sachet is made by thieves and has a short shelf life......, right?

Life Tracking is a spell that Lucina uses more easily. If an item is made by someone's own hands, it will leave marks on it for a period of time.

With this trace, the person who made him can be found. This not only made Lusha look at her sister again, but also excitedly felt that Lucina was really amazing.

In fact, she was already very powerful, but she was too reckless.

"But sister, don't you call yourself a pervert, okay?" Lusha suddenly remembered such a question: what she said just now sounded so awkward.

"What's wrong?" Lucina's palms glowed green, and she smiled proudly, "I'll have to be good when I find him later—"

Suddenly, the bag exploded, interrupting her. Under a puff of smoke, everyone coughed violently. In the burst bag, a looming black spirit-like creature flew straight out, grabbed Lucina and rushed out of the window, and jumped into the sky.

"What the hell!" Bulso clutched his throat and peered out of the window in pain, finally clearing the smoke as he cleared. However, the scene in front of him made his heart tighten: black swirls emerged from the sky, constantly sucking in the snow mist around him.

Lucina had been snatched by it, and, apparently, had been dragged into the maelstrom.