Rex became very stern, "You're not kidding, are you going to the falcon's territory without a thief?"

"There shouldn't be any particularly lethal traps in that stronghold, just a liaison base, and in my experience, at most paralyzed, unconscious traps, I've prepared healing and sobering potions, and it won't affect us," Tarrant explained, and Katrina nodded in agreement.

"You missed a little, even if we don't get harmed, how can you ensure that no one in the Falcon Stronghold takes the opportunity to go out for help during the time the trap is discovered and the trap effect is lifted?

Rex was right, and Catrina nodded in agreement.

Unable to refute, Tarrant admitted, "Okay, find a thief, do you have someone there?"

"The Storm Knights don't accept thieves, and the situation in the Tempest doesn't allow it right now," he said, looking at the mage, "Won't Catrina cast a detection technique? ”

"I haven't learned that spell, so let's go for it," Katrina smiled brightly.

In an instant, Rex's expression was as if he had been struck by lightning, and he looked at his two teammates helplessly, opening his mouth but not knowing what else to say.

"Okay, I have a person, you can try", Tarrant spouted at Katrina Nunu, meaning that she knew that person too.

"I'm sick of him!" she finally shook her head.

Rex didn't understand the tacit understanding between them, and asked, "Can he come over now?" This thief must be shrewd enough to quickly spot and disarm the trap without delaying a second or giving the other party the slightest chance. ”

"He can do this, I'll go to him now, you ......" During the time that Tarrant went to him, the two of them didn't have to go with him, and the fewer people who knew Lynn's special skills, the better.

"Let's go to that place first to keep an eye on how many people are in the stronghold, what the approximate configuration is, how many passages there are," Rex seemed to have some experience with sneak attacks, he picked up the macehead, "Let's go." ”

The three of them walked out of the room, and Rex suddenly stopped, "By the way, where is the tower in the ghetto?"

Katrina behind him slapped him on the back, with a disdainful look in her eyes, "I'll take you there." ”

"Are you really a mage? not a warrior and mage?" Rex sneered, smirking the force of the blow in his back.

"I'll protect you with my fists if necessary," Catrina scurried forward, "Tarrant, we'll meet at the tower." ”

At the gate, they split up, with Catrina taking Rex to the slums and Tarrant to Lynn's house.

On the way, Tarrant prayed that Lynn would stay at home, he was a busy man, often traveling back and forth between the empires, business and banquets made him have little free during the day, and if he was not at home, he would have to find another way to move at night.

It's a pity that this time Tarrant didn't even enter the door, and Lynn's two guards blocked him, repeatedly emphasizing that he could not enter without an appointment, and at the same time he also learned that Lynn had gone to the Moro Empire in the morning.

The Moro Empire is adjacent to the Serenzo Empire, which is more dependent on resources, and the trade with Moro is also the most frequent.

In view of this, Tarrant had no choice but to leave a note that read: Let the wings of freedom fly in the night sky of the tower. Lynn must have read the note, but not necessarily at the right time.

As a last resort, Catrina detects the trap, and Tarrant buys a detection trap spell from a small shop in the commercial district for 10 gold.

As he walked past the gray building in the ghetto, its doors were closed, there was no voice, and the windows on the second floor were closed, and Tarrant looked around, there was no one special, and he flashed into the tower.

The tower was originally a lookout station, located at the very edge of the long-ago Siante map, and beyond the forest, the lookout station served as a guard and guard. As Assant's influence rose and expanded, the forests were cut down and replaced by swarms, and the people at the bottom of the social ladder gradually concentrated in this wasteland, forming the current slums, and the lookout stations in this area all lost their role in the expansion, and were demolished one by one, and now only this one remains.

Because of its role as a ward against enemies, the tower was built very strongly, except for the fact that the color was somewhat old, the overall structure was not affected at all, although it was only three floors, but the height of each floor was designed to be relatively high, so that it was a cut above the other buildings in the ghetto, and the roof of the tavern in the distance.

The ground floor of the tower, where the weapons were originally placed and the soldiers stood guard and rested, was very large, and now the main role was for the children of the slum to play, Tarrant glanced around, there was not much dust, and now there was no one, he stepped up the stone steps and walked up.

On the second floor, Catrina was struggling to swallow a coarse loaf of bread, and when she saw Tarrant go upstairs, she happily ran forward, "Did you bring anything to eat?"

"No", Tarrant looked at the coarse bread in her hand, it must be Rex's travel food, it was quite comfortable to be able to eat coarse bread in the wild, he took the coarse bread, "This is already good", he stuffed a large mouthful, with a slight hint of sweetness.

"Do you usually eat these things!" Catrina glared at Tarrant incredulously, coarse bread was a very cheap food, only people in the slums would eat it, and there was no such thing in the White Mist District.

Rex sat down at the window, turned his head and whispered, "Be quiet, ma'am, if you're not hungry, you can skip eating." ”

"Did you find anything?" said Tarrant, chewing on his bread and walking towards the window.

"Sitting until now there is only one person inside, dressed as a thief, there is no sound in the stronghold, it is difficult to say how many people there are, there is no passage in the back. "The building is flanked by houses and towers, so it has only one main exit.

Tarrant looked downstairs, the streets were full of slum people, it was a quiet day, the gray building maintained a low-key atmosphere, no one was in or out, there was no sound.

Rex stared at the street without squinting, and suddenly asked, "What about the thief you were talking about?" ”

"He wasn't there, so I left a note, hoping to make it. ”

"So, I might have to break through at night," Rex's brow furrowed, "You come to monitor in the afternoon, I'll take a break." ”

The priest should rest the memory spells, indicating that when changing the strategy of the battle, he needs to temporarily memorize some spells to deal with unexpected events. Taran nodded in agreement, and he pulled out the scroll he had just bought and tossed it to Katrina, "Can you learn this?"

Catrina opened the scroll and read it according to the terms of the scroll, the energy gradually gathered in her fingertips, which could be gathered, she stopped casting the spell and dispersed the energy, "It's not difficult, how much do you have to memorize?"

"Three times is enough", each cast can maintain the effect for a certain period of time, and three detection traps should be enough.

"Okay", Catrina silently recited the scroll, the carrier of energy gradually melted like powder, and as the meditation was finished, the entire scroll turned into countless small pieces and disappeared into the air, "I will rest now", she rested with her back against the wall and closed her eyes.

The two casters quickly went into a state of rest. Tarrant rubbed his eyes, the afternoon sun warmly cast into the stone face of the tower, making the temperature on the second floor slightly higher than outside, as sleepy as a conservatory, Tarrant stretched his arms and yawned, his eyelids looked heavy after thinking all night last night, and running more than half of Stant in the morning.

A few passers-by occasionally walked by on the earthy yellow street, and Tarrant stared at the doorway, his pupils slowly numb, and his consciousness gradually stopped as several figures walked through the unchanged background.

A slight "bang" woke him up, the adventurer's subconscious instinctive alertness was very sensitive to the faint sounds of the outside world, Tarrant opened his eyes suddenly, there was no one on the street, the sound just now seemed to be the sound of the door closing, someone in the building next door entered, Tarrant patted his face vigorously, and he was drowsy for a while and missed the key clues, he lifted his spirits and changed his posture to continue to monitor.

After that, there didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary, and there were many passers-by passing by, but no one stayed in front of the gray building, let alone entered, and nothing happened inside the building.

Tarrant observed the nearby buildings, where no one was staying at the doors and windows, and it could be concluded that there were no falcon lookout points nearby and that the gray building was free-standing.

Rex rolled over and stood up, "Is there a situation?"

"You're awake, someone just went in," Tarrant pointed to the door, "but I didn't see many people." ”

"I'll keep an eye on you," Rex sat down next to Tarrant, "and when it gets dark, you can rest for a while, and you'll need to refresh yourself for the night's battle." ”

It was about four o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was not as bright as it was at noon, and there were far fewer people coming and going on the streets of the slums. ”

"Yes. Rex nodded, staring at the street, already in shape.

Tarrant ran downstairs, and in order not to attract the attention of the building next door, he deliberately went out in the other direction and called a carriage.

Heser had repaired the armor as good as new, and Tarrant wore the armor, the notch on his chest was completely unrecognizable, and on the way back, Tarrant bought a roast goose in a tavern in the slums.

It took half an hour to go back and forth, and Rex still kept his movements when he left, staring at the street dedicatedly. Katrina was bored drawing on the slate, the smell of roast goose excited her, and she almost drooled after a day of hunger, "Tarrant, you have finally done something to satisfy me, give me your leg." ”

Tarrant ripped off both legs, "Rex, get something to eat." ”

"No one has been in or out since you left, strange, only people who went in and didn't go out, is this really a stronghold?" he looked suspicious, and didn't react to the roast goose.

"Dinner first", Tarrant tore off a piece, and it tasted okay.

Rex pulled out the dry coarse bread, "Let's eat this." ”

"The asceticism of the warrior monks?" The warrior monks will insist on ascetic methods in order to exercise their will, they do not wear thick clothes, they do not eat delicious food, in their lives, they only enjoy the process of being tortured, and the storm priest obviously does not need to harm himself like this.

Rex ignored Tarrant's question, breaking the bread, "That thief won't come. ”

"Then I'll be trapped", Tarrant pretended to be light-hearted, the stone guardian might be able to resist the damage of the trap, take a step back and think about it, even if he is injured, there is a priest.

This time, Rex didn't speak.

The three of them each enjoyed their pre-war dinner.

When the sky was covered in night, and the streets below the towers were almost empty of passers-by.

"There's a situation," Rex shouted suddenly, picking up the mallet beside him.

Tarrant ran to the window, and he saw a standing figure on the opposite roof, looking at the tower.