Under the cover of the night, Loki followed some clues from the previous torture and finally found the stronghold of the Heather Chamber of Commerce at some seemingly ordinary residential houses in Senjin Town.

Under the green image of the faint night vision, he successively found several chamber of commerce guards guarding the door, and it was so obvious that this should be the heather grass chamber of commerce.

In a stealthy state, I quietly probed nearby, and in the coordinates of spatial vision, it was easy to find a path that could be infiltrated without being discovered.

The 81% optimization perfection of low-light vision can process images in the brain more efficiently, and only a little blurry black can be optimized into a recognizable green image.

Although the low-light night vision of image visual synchronization processing is not as good as the real biological organs of some races or animals, and not as good as a pair of natural night eyes, it is also an irreplaceable advantage for ordinary people in the dark.

Bypassing several chamber of commerce guards, he easily entered the chamber of commerce with basic sneaking, and did not alarm anyone in the corridor, and according to a little speculative clue, he directly found the door of a room.

Clenching his usual tactical claw, Loki stood in the doorway for a moment, listening intently, only to find that there was no sound in the room, probably already resting.

The half-elf's gray eyes flashed with coldness, and he put on Jason's mask again.

It's not about hiding your face, this sturdy metal mask provides a little more protection, and it's always right to be cautious.

This door lock is relatively simple, the wire is broken into a specific shape, the sense of touch and hearing are captured at the same time, and the door is easily opened after a slight vibration of the door lock shrapnel.

This is the office and living room of the head of the Chamber of Commerce, which should be the residence of the head of the regiment, Miton, but there is really no one, is it hiding in advance?

Spatial vision did not miss any details, and he began to rummage through the room for clues.

Loki found several simple traps, a slender triplock with a rattling warning device attached to one end, and two insidious pinprick quenching traps.

There must be something important here, or an ulterior secret, the half-elves directly reasoned and speculated.

Since he can't find this Miton for the time being, let's wait for him to come back and take a closer look at this room to see if there are any things that still need to be trapped.

With the ability to optimize his senses, Loki first found the location of some hidden objects according to the blind spots of ordinary people's thinking.

He easily noticed that he had opened a gusset on the side of the wall, and there was a black bag hidden inside, and when he opened it, there were a lot of gold coins and gems.

Although it is not something to be looking for, since it is a mercenary who wants to kill him, there is no need to be polite to the other party.

Collecting his belongings and continuing his search, the half-elf finally pried open a moving floor containing a copy of the teachings of the goddess of wealth and a noble crest.

Carrying a thick letter in the doctrinal booklet, and a letter again, by the light of the moon and stars in the window, Loki picked out the key points and quickly skimmed through them.

"Sure enough, it has something to do with you, tax officer Rosen Charcha, what a sinister and greedy guy......"

The half-elf behind the cold mask exhaled fiercely.

The contents of this letter were actually written in the name of Lord Charcha, that is, the fat tax collector, and it contained some information about Senjin Town, and all the big and small items were written in the letter, and the recipient was used an honorific title, which was actually the noble lord of Blackstone, Lord Count Fish.

Regardless of the purpose of these nobles' investigations, Loki only needs to connect the head of the Chamber of Commerce, Miton, with the tax collector Rosen.

This aristocratic and greedy tax collector is really a haunted fellow, and the hired Pillar of Codes bandits have his share, Loki is almost certain of that.

The half-elf's thinking is different from that of ordinary people, and he does not have a trace of reverence for the power of the nobility, his face is cold and gloomy, and he has already made a decision in a moment.

There is no need to continue waiting in this 'Heather Chamber of Commerce', Loki moved the two quenching needle traps and placed them at the position of the owner's entrance, under the spatial visual observation, it is not difficult to transform the simple trap.

Stealthy footsteps left, the half-elf did not alarm anyone, and under the cover of night, he ran directly to the villa where the tax collector usually lived.

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"Mr. Charcha, you are still so fond of fine wine, and I am dazzled by those treasures. ”

Milton drank the wine in his glass, and praised with the same expression, and the fat cheeks of the tax officer opposite him were already red from drinking.

The tax officer Rosen was still very conscious, but he was even more arrogant: "What is this, I also have a bottle of Sand Vitex wine brewed by the elves, which the Earl got from the northern caravan and gave it to me. ”

Milton, who had an ordinary face, brushed the hair on his forehead and said with a smile: "After that half-elf dies, you will get a share of the caravan's profits." ”

"When the time comes, you can buy an elf and want her to brew fruit wine by herself......

The tax collector smiled disdainfully, and said in a hideous voice: "That damn half-elf is just bold and stupid, a trivial stumbling block, just a bug to the nobles." ”

Miton smiled indifferently and said, "Half-elf is nothing, after tonight, it will disappear in Senjin Town, and then I will send you a half-elf slave girl to wait for the tax officer's daily life......"

"Forget about slaves, I can be a nobleman, don't let the half-elf slaves pollute my wine and art......"

Miton also looked at the painting on the wall, "The delicacy of this ink should be the level of the court painter of the Austro-German Empire, Mr. Charcha, it is really tasteful." ”

The tax collector was a little drunk, and said greedily: "This is the painting that the Earl likes, and it is the most realistic gold coin than fine wine and these...... Hmmm......"

There was a slight pinprick sensation in the neck, and before the tax officer Rosen could react, the whole person should have lost consciousness and planted on the ground.

"Mr. Charcha, it seems that you have drunk a lot, why do you ......?"

Milton just wanted to help the tax officer, but his eyes were dark and he fell asleep.

The living room of the villa became quiet, and after a few moments, a strong figure dressed as an adventurer stepped out.

No facial features were visible, the hair and ears were hidden under the hood, but what attracted attention was the miserable white metal mask on the face, a strange leather band on the hand, and a few black sharp wooden sticks.

"It's all gathered here, and it doesn't seem like you need to use too many means......"

Behind the cold Jason's mask was a half-elf's calm and resolute face, looking disdainfully at the two masterminds on the ground.

Their erect necks were pierced by black mycelium.

For living creatures with signs of life, the black mycelium will automatically be injected with a powerful anesthetic toxin, and will never wake up as long as there is no coping agent.

At first, the blood vessels will be filled with some melanin residues, but there will be no visible wounds, and the black marks will disappear directly after the living person loses signs of life.

This toxin, which comes from the illusionary consciousness of the Lost Lock, leaves no trace of it, and is a product of serendipitous consciousness, but it is definitely a poison that some thieves and wanderers dream of.

Some things cannot go without traces, especially when it comes to the aristocracy. Loki can only try to be as safe as possible, and not let some clues and suspicions involve him.

Not in a hurry to deal with the two sleepers, the half-elf quickly looked around and checked the villa first.

The maid had been instructed before that he would not appear in this villa again, not to mention, the sneaking footsteps of the half-elves were not something that ordinary people could discover.

He found a secret room, hidden behind an underground wine cellar, but the architectural asymmetry was not difficult for the half-elves to discover.

Pushing open the loose leaf of the slate, this small secret room space was a little dazzling under the light of the candles.

Gold and silver coins reflected a brilliant metallic shimmer, save for an open box, and nothing else.

Take a quick look at the different silver coins of each city-state and convert them into ordinary gold coins of the Oder Empire, which is almost a thousand gold coins, which is comparable to some aristocratic small lords.

This greedy tax collector is really cute......

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