"Say it again!" said Tarrant, letting go of the thief and throwing it on the ground, and a bad feeling welled up in his heart, like a choke in the heart, a feeling that only a man who regrets what he had done can experience.

The thief crawled back to the corner and cowered and begged for mercy, "Don't kill me, I don't know anything, please, don't kill me", his voice trembled, his eyes filled with fear of death, and clear liquid flowed from his nostrils.

The thief was so frightened that he couldn't control his bodily functions, and in Tarrant's experience, he was telling the truth, and he didn't know anything...... It's not a stronghold! Ridiculous joke, this is not a stronghold! Tarrant's heart felt as if he had been pressed down on a boulder, making it difficult for him to breathe, and he asked again, "Is this a falcon stronghold?"

"No...... No, I don't know what the stronghold, please......"

Rex walked over, "Then what kind of organization are you, why are so many thieves gathered here!"

The thief stared at the mace in Rex's hand and replied with a wince, "We...... It's just training here ......", he stopped suddenly, as if realizing that he had said something that he shouldn't have said.

Training, so the people here are very young, they have no combat power, they have no experience in will resistance, they can do it with low-level colorful balls, there is not even a decent stalker here, and it was so easy to win just now, all because they are not professional thieves at all.

Rex held up his macehead, "Nothing to add?"

The thief closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said no more, but his limbs trembled greatly, and he insisted on not saying anything more, in spite of great fear.

Tarrant threw a punch in the left cheek, knocking him unconscious, and failing to do so would have killed him.

Rex put away his mallet and turned to Tarrant, "I didn't plan to kill him. ”

Tallant carefully avoided the blood on the ground and walked out of the room, "just because there was enough information," he walked towards the end of the aisle, "This is not a stronghold. ”

"That's what you want to say? We killed a dozen thieves from an unknown organization just because we went to the wrong door?" Rex followed out the door.

Tarrant stunned all the thieves who were stunned at the end of the aisle, "But I'm sure this is where they sue me." ”

"So we're designed, what are they doing this for?"

"Haha, this thing is not fun at all", Yu Angel spread his hands, "We did a big bloody case, and it turned out that the other party notified the wrong place. ”

Katrina leaned against the wall, "I was stabbed in vain", she looked at the blood of the thieves on the floor, her heart was very sad, she took pity on them, because of a misunderstanding at the hands of her own team, although the knife on her body was stabbed by one of the thieves, but she no longer holds a grudge.

Rex walked over to her, "Don't worry about the wounds", he cast his hands in a semicircle, chanting a spell to heal minor injuries, this spell was effective for bruises and small wounds, and Katrina's pain was instantly relieved.

"I don't think they have a reason to design me, they have a chance to kill me, there is no need to play these tricks, there must be something missing", Tarrant pointed to the other end of the aisle, "Check and see if there are any clues." ”

The four of them scattered and inspected the cabinets in the room, all of which were clothes and personal belongings, and there was nothing major to discover, except for the 12 gold coins collected by the Feather Angel, no one else had gained, and there was nothing to prove that the building belonged to any organization.

It is impossible for this matter to be without a purpose, and Astin's previous missions are directly related to the goal, and this time there is definitely some deep meaning, Tarrant considers this.

"What do you think?" asked Rex.

No one replied, and under Tarrant's lead, the four of them walked downstairs in silence, and the feather angel suddenly spoke: "There are so many people living in this house, it should be very frequent during the day. ”

"On the contrary, only two people came in during the day, and no one went out," Tarrant replied from the front.

"No, there's a problem here", the Feathered Angel stopped on the stairs, looking at it.

The other three also stopped to look at him, as a successful businessman and genius escape master, Tarrant trusted his thinking and judgment, and could only hope for him without a clue.

"Do you remember what the thief said?"

Katrina replied puzzled, "He doesn't know anything, he says he's training." ”

"That's right, training, he said they train here", the Feathered Angel repeated excitedly, "A bunch of thieves train here, what do you think?"

Tarrant bowed his head and pondered, the words of a thief, there are only three things that can be trained, stealth backstabbing, stealing and unlocking, Traps,The design of this house is very ordinary.,There is no set of light exposure situations.,It won't be used to train stealth.,If you steal.,Tarrant heard that he started training by stealing a straw man full of bells.,This was not found in the room.,As for unlocking.,It takes a lot of various locks to practice.,I didn't find this kind of equipment when I searched just now.,The rest of the traps don't seem to be possible.,There's nothing to be connected to.,There's not a single trap in the whole house.,It's impossible for thieves to study the mechanism in a fantasy.。

It's unreasonable, almost no one goes in and out for a day, and the thieves didn't mean to go out during the sneak attack just now, that is, the training was done in the house, and Tarrant understood what the feather angel meant.

"You mean there's a secret door here?" Rex also realized the clue.

"There is no other more reasonable explanation, they must have a place to train," Feathered Angel jumped down the stairs, "it's time for me to work." ”

"That'...... Why not upstairs?" Katrina pointed to the staircase on the second floor.

"Miss, because there are so many rooms on the upper floor, even if there is a secret door, there is not much area, can a dozen of them train together?"

Katrina sat down the stairs in dismay, "Okay, thief, you can get started." ”

The Feathered Angel lay on the floor, checking the gap in the floor, "There is no magical energy, this secret door is a physical mechanism, wait a minute." ”

Rex stood in the center of the hall, his hands raised, chanting spells, a white orb of magic scattered, and without any response, he said, "There are no undead creatures nearby. ”

It's the spell "Detect the Undead", the secret door leads to the underground, there is a possibility of undead creatures, Rex detects the potential threat in advance, proving that he has a lot of combat experience, Tarrant pondered, except for being too "righteous", this teammate is good at everything.

The Feathered Angel stopped in the corner, "Here", he stepped on a piece of floor that looked no different from the others.

"Then turn it on", Rex pulled out his macehead, ready to fight.

"I didn't find the trap box to open, it took a lot of time, so why not use violence?" he turned to look at Katrina.

"Don't look at me, my fist isn't hard enough to pierce the floor," she said, turning her head angrily.

"Don't you remember the fire magic?" the Feathered Angel stomped his foot hard, "You can blast this floor off." ”

In Catharina's knowledge, traps need to be lifted by thieves, she didn't think that spells could also be used, she learned a trick, she walked to the floor, "The burning hand should be enough, right?" she looked at Tarrant inquiringly.

"That's enough," the feathered angel replied.

The mage chanted the spell, and as the energy gathered, her slender snow-white hands gradually changed color, turning red like fire, and with a "wind" sound, flames ignited in both palms, and Katrina approached with her palms, and the two flames quickly burst into a chain of fire.

"Go here," Haten pointed to the floor with his toes.

Katrina pushed both palms to the floor at the same time, and the chain of fire suddenly turned into a pillar of fire and rushed straight at the target, sending a steady stream of fire energy from her palm, and the pillar of fire burned the wooden floor.

The Burning Hand is a continuous fire spell in which the caster uses his hands as conductors to ignite fire energy in the air, which in turn continuously burns enemies.

A burning smell came from the floor, and the feather angel pressed his hand a few times, "Enough, it should be clear." ”

The pillar of fire suddenly turned and rushed towards the feather angel, and the feather angel didn't have time to retreat, so he urgently turned around and ran to the side with his face in his arms, and his back was anxious.

"Stop!" Tarrant shouted, holding down Katrina's palm.

Katrina stopped casting, and the flame in her palm gradually extinguished, "I'm sorry, this spell doesn't work much, I haven't mastered the technique yet." She had a victor's smile on her face.

"Very good, thank you so much, you didn't burn my clothes", the feather angel slapped the leather armor on her body desperately, faintly some spark bombs fell, her revenge this time was very successful, and the feather angel's face was blackened.

"Tsk, I'm sure this mage really wants to take out Fawkes," Rex pinched his chin.

Tarrant reluctantly approached Katrina and whispered, "Don't do this in the future, we are a team." ”

"Yes", Catrina stuck her tongue out at the feathered angel, she felt much better.

Feather Angel wiped his face as he slapped his leather armor and swung it off, "You owe me a formal apology, and if I don't receive an apology, I'll be against you and that unlucky guy in public at your wedding", his eyes skimmed to Tarrant.

Katrina's eyes instantly accumulated murderous aura, turning her will into power like a berserker, "Great Master......

Tarrant interjected, "You can leave him alone." ”

"That's right, no one invited you!"

"You didn't invite me?" the Feathered Angel was even more offended.

"Hey!" Rex on the side expressed his frustration at the bickering, and he began to wonder if the team had any professionalism, "Remember what we're doing here!"

"That's right," Tarrant walked over to the charred floor, a small burnt hole, dark enough for a mage to pass through, but too small for a man in armor, "it needs to be smashed." ”

Rex walked over, and the live mace that smashed the floor was more appropriate than the greatsword.

"Dog, what are you doing, a burning smell, a fire?" suddenly heard a male voice in the passage under the floor.