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In a deep alleyway in the lower part of the Northern Regions, Gold was fleeing in panic.

He is the most famous thief in the Northern Regions, committing many crimes in the Lower City. A superbly tall escape skill, even though he has long been on the wanted list of the Northern Regions, he is still at large. And in his life, what made him the most proud was that the first few **** touched the upper city, stole a lot of property and escaped the pursuit of the capable.

But tonight, he met an opponent, a pursuer whom he couldn't shake off with all his might.

"Da, da, da. ”

The familiar sound of footsteps sounded behind itself.

Gold's pale face suddenly turned green. He hurriedly turned around, and sure enough, a pitch-black figure was walking "slowly" behind him.

The figure walked so leisurely that even the sound of footsteps on the ground could be heard clearly. But what frightened Gold was that no matter how fast he ran, no matter how secret he hid in a corner, the owner of this footstep could always easily find himself and appear around him unhurriedly.

Is he trying to catch himself?

But when you can easily catch up with yourself, why do you hang like a cat and a mouse like this?

Could it be that playing with himself in such a way and terrifying himself would make him happy when he first arrived?

Gold, who really couldn't figure out the other party's intentions, was almost mad.

It wasn't that he didn't think about resisting by force. As a great thief, Gold has always been extremely confident in his use of daggers, and a few idle swordsmen may not be able to help him.

In fact, when the black figure first appeared in front of him, he had already stabbed his most powerful and fatal blow. He was confident that even those battle-hardened combat masters would inevitably be in a hurry when faced with such a sudden blow, and if they didn't do so, they would be seriously injured or even killed.

However, it was the blow that made him think he had reached the pinnacle, but the results he achieved were shocking.

The other party could almost say that he used a fluttering sword to collapse the dagger in his hand, and in this sword, Gold really couldn't see that the other party had even the slightest seriousness.

Now, glancing at the empty sheath on his left waist, Gold felt that he could not afford to resist. The gap in strength is so huge that it is actually meaningless to choose to resist by force, and you can only hope that before the opponent gets serious, you can rely on your own level of escape and hiding to escape.

It's a pity that the cruel reality is once again in front of him. His proud escape skills are also not worth mentioning in the eyes of the other party. He had used all his means of escape, but the sound of life-threatening footsteps could still sound unhurriedly from his side or behind him.

Hit, can't beat.

Run, can't escape.

Desperate, Gold, fed up with his opponent's play, suddenly stopped, turned around and shouted uncontrollably: "What do you want to do, what do you want to do?"

"Gold. With his shout, the pitch-black figure that had been hanging silently behind him finally let out a slightly low voice: "Male, 43 years old, mortal, brown hair and gray eyes, short body, habitual with double daggers, a famous thief in the Northern Regions, who has committed many thefts in the lower city and evaded the pursuit of the guards, entered the upper city a few days ago, and sneaked into the house of Viscount Moros and stole a large amount of property. ”

"Am I right?" he asked, as if in disbelief.

"Didn't you confirm who you were chasing before you chased someone?" cried Gold, grimly.

"The first blow was wonderful, there aren't many thieves of this caliber in the North, and I don't think I'm chasing the wrong person. The black figure muttered, "Just seeing that blow, I won't be without a gain tonight." ”

"And what do you want to do?" Gold asked, "Kill if you want to kill, catch if you want to catch, I'm fed up with this game of cat and mouse." ”

"I want you to turn yourself in. ”

"Are you kidding?" Gold's eyes widened when he heard the other party's words. He seemed to hear the biggest joke in the world, but he couldn't laugh at all. For a moment, the whole face couldn't help but twist.

"Actually, I'm not kidding. ”

"Do you think of yourself as a guard?"

"In a sense, I'm a sort of a special guard right now. The Black Shadow nodded, "And I don't really want to knock you out and drag you to the guardhouse, so if you run to the door of the guardhouse yourself, it will naturally help me a lot." ”

"Hehe, hehehe. Gold didn't know whether to cry or laugh at the moment: "Even if I can't escape, do you think I'll do what you want?"

"Look behind you, you're already doing what I wanted. The dark shadow reminded with interest.

"What?" Gold's heart was shocked, he just wanted to turn around, but then as if he thought of something, he forcibly stopped this action: "Do you want to trick me into turning around?"

"Did you just run for your life right at me?" the Shadow chuckled mockingly.

"I don't even know where the door to the guardhouse opens. ”

"So I guess you don't know how many doors there are in the guardhouse?"

At this moment, Gold was a little suspicious of his faith. It is true that he has committed many crimes in the Northern Regions, and he is indeed extremely familiar with many parts of the Northern Regions. However, as a thief whose true identity had been discovered, although he could confirm the location of several guardhouses in the Northern Regions, it was impossible for him to observe them all closely.

He couldn't help but turn around, thinking to himself, did he really run in the direction he shouldn't have run?

It's just ridiculous, it's almost unbelievable.

But when he really turned around and looked carefully at the building in front of him, his eyes widened suddenly, as if he had seen a ghost.

He was actually led to the back door of a guardhouse!

"How is this possible!" exclaimed Gold, who exclaimed uncontrollably, for no matter how panicked he had just been, how could he really run to the guardhouse by himself?

He quickly turned around again, and questioned the dark shadow behind him, asking him how he had lost his way and ran to a place where he shouldn't have been.

But as soon as he wanted to turn around, he heard a "bang", and suddenly his eyes went black and he fell to the ground.

Looking at the thief who had been knocked unconscious, Ian gradually revealed his figure from the shadows, and after sighing softly, he pulled out a piece of paper, glanced at it, and threw it away.