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The dream begins to change, answering the white-haired girl's questions.

It was dark in front of him, the wounds from the poison darts under his ribs were like fire, and the shadow thief struggled in the mire of sleep toxins, and he vaguely felt that someone was undoing his leather armor. Was it the kind of useless hooligan on the street who made money, or did he not escape in the end? He desperately tried to escape from the quagmire, but his paralyzed muscles only tensed slightly, and he immediately struck.

Just as he was praying to Ciric, the patron saint of thieves. A soft, wet mass gently caressed the skin around his wound, and a cool breath spread through the burning wound, greatly relieving the burning pain. It was so comfortable that if he could speak, he would let out a moan of pleasure.

Who is it?

In the midst of his pleasure, he quickly became confused.

It's the doctors of their own union? No way, what they do best is to force bitter medical potions down their throats. It felt like being forced to swallow a barrel of bad ale.

It's even more unlikely, they're so good at identifying shadow thieves, and if they were, they would have been thrown into prison and awaiting the judgment of the gallows.

Is it a new ruse of the enemy? It is as absurd as the light of three moons in the sky, and they are more than willing to smash their limbs and throw them into the stinking ditch.

Before the shadow thief opened his eyes, he imagined a dozen possibilities. He was stunned when he barely opened his eyes. He didn't expect that he was taking care of a gentle girl, she was full of feminine gentleness, and her blue eyes under her long black eyelashes were very beautiful, like stars twinkling in the night sky, and... Big boobs.

Is she taking care of me?

"Don't move, your muscles are too tight. ”

She spoke.

There was a powerful magic in the blue-eyed girl's words, and his body completely relaxed, and he let go of all his guards. Even an ordinary person with a knife can kill this young genius killer among the shadow thieves.

Staying vigilant at all times is the code of shadow thieves.

It's strange, but his body actually "succumbs" like this. No matter how beaten he was from childhood to adulthood, he did not give in physically. He was once kicked in the stomach and kicked into the wall, but the next second he immediately grabbed the sausage in his arms and fled. He was once hit on the head with a stick by the bakery, but until the stick broke, his grip on the bread never let go. The little bug praised him more than once for his toughness.

He came back to his senses and tried to obey the Shadow Thief's code, but his body gave in completely, it could withstand the harsh whipping, but it couldn't resist the gentle wiping. Because since he was a child, no one has ever treated him like this.

"Where am I?"

He opened his mouth, and found that his voice was horribly hoarse, and his throat was so dry that it seemed like a fire.

"My home. She said as she brought a glass of water and pressed the rim of the glass against his lips, "Once the wound is healed, you can leave quickly." ”

"Oh?" said Arcanis, finding himself lying on a bed, staring at the big breasts above, "don't you want me to reciprocate? ”

"You hooligans are always flamboyant, you don't have a heart to repay your kindness, you eat soft and are afraid of hard. She snorted, put down her glass, and grabbed a light crossbow out of nowhere, the sharp bolts on which made Arcanis feel nervous.

"Well, I just want to repay the favor. He quickly looked away from his big breasts, "Thank you, what's your name." ”

"You don't need to know, and I don't need you to repay the favor. ”

"Then why did you save me?"

"It's like picking up an injured dog on a street corner. ”

"That's it, I'm a hooligan, and I kill people, aren't you afraid?"

"Huh. You're shorter than me, you look smaller than me, and you're a murderer? You can't even kill a pig. She let out a chuckle, "You look like you're still alive, and you're going to work honestly to support yourself." ”

Arcanis smiled, many things can't be seen just at the surface. She didn't know that the half-elf lying in front of her had been trained by the devil who was born in a dangerous and dark region, and she didn't know that he was a dangerous killer of the Shadow Thieves Guild, the most eager and talented of the young shadow thieves.

It's ridiculous, he enjoys the thrill of sinning. Extorting gold coins from merchants, smuggling "Black Lotus" to drug addicts, and slitting his throat with a short sword, he loves the job of "shadow thief".

"By the way, you're a half-elf. She reached out and stroked the half of his ear under his greasy hair, "It's much better for you to go to your elf parents than to mess around on the streets." ”

"Not necessarily. ”

"I understand you. Everyone is looking forward to being a shadow thief. She said.

"Girl, you don't understand. ”

"If my guess is correct, your name is Arcanis, right?"

"How do you know?"

"Oh, the so-called idealistic wanderer, seven out of ten are called that. She said, "The bards boasted so much about the criminal called Arcanis, that everyone wanted to live a life of eating and drinking without work, so they idolized him." ”

"Hey, he's the greatest shadow thief in the history of the city. ”

"No matter how great it is, the Shadow Thieves' Guild, the cancer in the city, should be chopped to pieces by the six-member team just like he did. ”

"Obviously he cut down the team of six,... Eh!"

The blue-eyed girl smeared alcohol on his wound.

"It's a ghost story made up by a bard, do you understand?"

Looking at the cotton balls on her hands stained with alcohol, he decided to give in for the time being.

"Understood. ”

"Listen to me, work honestly, and go to your elf parents. She said, "There are few people who do this unreasonable work, and there are few people who have a good end." If I'm right, no one has ever taken care of you, right? ”

"Blue-eyed sister, you are so smart. ”

"Don't call me sister. ”

"I've worked honestly. "But most of the money I earned honestly was taken away by the tax officer, and the rest was only to buy me a few glasses of ale mixed with water." ”

"The sun god will not give up on anyone who has good intentions. "He is a beacon in the darkness, guiding the dark and lost to the light." ”

Arcanis looked over her shoulder, only to see that there was a statue of the good god in the room.

"It's late. He smiled and said, "Actually, I'm a shadow thief, a man who embraces the darkness.... Eh, it hurts, it hurts.. Tap: Girl. ”

She took away the cotton of alcohol pressed against the wound,

"Don't foam at the tinking water like the Shadow Thief. Even if you're bragging. ”

"What if I really am?"

"Then you might die. The sharp crossbow head was pointed at him again, and Arcanis hurriedly raised his hands.

"Hey, as a believer in the sun god, why don't you pity the little shadow thief who is lost in the dark?

"Kindness does not equal stupidity, nor does it equal weakness. ”

"Okay, I was wrong, wrong. ”

The girl put the crossbow back on the table.

She's charming, Arcanis staring at her, and none of the ass-shaking women in the chicken yard have a finger on her finger.

"I've got some money on me, so I'll pay for you. ”

There was a hope in his heart that the girl would continue to help him with his wounds, and he liked the gentle touch, reminding him of his mother always touching his head when he was a child.

"No, I know what you're thinking. She said, "Take the money and start a new life." When you grow up, marry a woman, live an ordinary life, and someone will take care of you like me every day. ”

Arcanis didn't agree, he didn't want to lie, so he simply closed his eyes and enjoyed.

At this moment the nightingale's voice came from outside the door, a familiar voice that had relieved him in the past, but now he was nervous. It means that the Shadow Thief has seen the code he has carved and found his traces, and has come to his aid. If he does not answer, there is no doubt that his companion will open the door without hesitation.

Can't let her know her identity as a shadow thief!

"Wait, I'll take the thing. Arcanis struggled, his body wounded worse than he had imagined, and he reached for the leather armor she had removed from the table.

"Do you hear that?" said the blue-eyed girl suddenly, "it seems to have the voice of a nightingale, so strange." ”

"I heard you wrong. ”

At this time, the anxious nightingale sounded, and its meaning was: about to rescue.

"What do you want? I'll take it for you. ”

The little whistle is with the Shadow Thief emblem.

"No need. The Shadow Thief reached out sharply and picked up his leather armor. The wound in his armpit was pulled open, and the pain made his face whiter, his hands trembled, and the pockets in the inner pockets of his leather armor trembled. The badge of the famous Berwick City was exposed, and he even felt the girl's gaze on the badge. Arcanis immediately pulled it into his arms, but fortunately it was not detected.

He felt his whistle and blew it, indicating that he was safe and had something special.

A smile spread across his face, and in the short time he whistled, more than thirty lies immediately came to mind in his head. Each one of them perfectly coped with the girl's questions.

But she didn't ask, just looked straight at him with blue eyes, and then turned around, and took the bandages without a crossbow.

Arcanis opened his mouth, but his throat was unusually dry, and he couldn't say a word, even though he had just drunk water.

"Haha. He looked at the beautiful girl and smiled in his heart, "It is already a great gift to be taken care of by her, and I have asked for too much, gods." ”

Despite this, his heart ached, and he got out of bed, and the wound did not hurt anymore....

The dream ended, and the white-haired girl opened her eyes. Back in the warm car, although the dream is small, but a kind of greed for beautiful things, but the pain of being stopped by their own dirtiness, spreads in the heart of the white-haired girl....

"Miss Aina, I hope our conversation doesn't disturb your rest. A handsome aristocratic young man sat across from Jacob and smiled at her.

He is a good friend of Jacob, and with Jacob he accompanies the two "ladies" home, and it is too normal for a man to chase a girl and bring a friend.

Arcanis was just about to return the courtesy when the sound of horses' hooves suddenly approached.

"My little nightingale~~"

An enthusiastic and slightly drunk female voice came from outside, but Jacob, who was talking to Elena, changed his face.......