"Dear brain, it's all your fault, your fault. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Your hesitation, your cowardice makes you repeat the mistakes of the past, last time it was Kim, this time it was Ramon Jr. Give it up, fate is irresistible to you. ”

"Shut up, idiot. ”

Arcanis was in a terrible mood, and she silently held the body of little Ramon, walking for an unknown amount of time towards the distant horizon. As night fell, several fires were gradually extinguished in the distance, and black smoke drifted into the bright starry sky, and then a little bit of white ash fell on her cheeks, and it was extremely cold.

Is the first snow of the winter the ashes of the victims?, she thought, laying down the body of little Ramon. A pit was dug with a scimitar, and the blood-stained cloak was used as a coffin to bury little Ramon.

Staring at this little grave, her heart was full of resentment, she hated Flogisa, she hated him for having to cut off her left arm, she hated her disability for letting little Ramon slip from his armpit, causing him to suffer the fate of death.

"Damn it!"

She struck the severed arm hard. This damn severed arm also made her escape extremely difficult, anyone could recognize her, even if it destroyed her beauty, it didn't do much.

Arcanis knelt on the cold ground, his right hand clutching the severed arm. She couldn't stand it anymore when she had to get something before she realized that her cuffs were already empty. She wanted a full arm, as nimble as before, no matter how ugly it was.

"I can make you grow an arm. ”

Kazkaz whispered, "You don't have enough money, give me a little bit of your soul." ”

Without saying a word, Arcanis changed into a new brown cloak and walked with Melly. She walked, walked, and suddenly fell to the ground. Melly jumped up to her cheek and licked her face in a hurry. A sudden mutation struck, and a brown-black thing suddenly sprouted from the mouth of her severed arm, growing like a black vine. Several black "vines" were tangled together, barely combined into a small, skinny hand where bones could be seen.

It looks like the forelimbs of a bug, but it has some human hand features, and the word monster is a very appropriate description.

The monstrous hand grasped and loosened. Arcanis staggered to his feet with his hands on the ground, glancing at the hand. Showing an incomparably complicated smile, there is happiness and sorrow.

"I've finally become a monster. ”

She smiled wryly, and felt a rush of hunger in her body, so strong that she had to force her eyes off Merry. No matter how strong Kazkaz is, she can't conjure flesh out of thin air, so that monster-like left hand is her flesh, so her body is extremely eager to eat.

But then a sleepiness worse than hunger struck her.

Arcanis fell into a dream again:

She dreamed that she was munching on someone's calf, and finally got through the long blockade with the little bugs. The white-haired little shadow thief pulled the little bug and vowed that one day he would let those nobles, those high-ranking people, also taste the fear of death.

The two survivors successfully joined the Shadow Thieves Guild and together stabbed to death the ignorant dock workers who had carried "cargo" for the Shadow Thieves Guild (known as camels) with their short swords. After casting their names, they got rid of their apprenticeship status and became official shadow thieves.

Then undergo extremely rigorous training,

"See these yellow trumpets?"

Following the fingers of the Shadow Thief Teacher, Arcanis saw the yellow trumpets patrolling the alleys, the main force of law and order in the city.

The white-haired little shadow thief nodded

"Give them a lesson with your work. ”

Arcanis nodded again and asked, "To die, or to be disabled?"

His voice was hoarse, and in fact it was torture for him to speak now, not saying a word, as if someone had scraped his throat with a wire ball.

"Huh. The old shadow thief touched his chin and goatee, and said coldly, "You have to let your inferior toy trigger first, and if you don't succeed this time, you have to feed chili oil." ”

When the white-haired little shadow thief heard the word chili oil, painful memories immediately came to mind, and his body trembled subconsciously. He didn't want to endure the pain a second time.

Chili oil is a punishment for the Shadow Thieves Guild, who will pour a large bottle of concentrated chili oil made from demon chili peppers directly into the throat of a rookie who has made a mistake. If the rookie dares to resist, then it is poured through the nose. The rebellious Arcanis had the misfortune to experience the latter.

He hid in the shadows, staring at the four yellow trumpets, they were really majestic, and the small merchants on the side bowed their heads when they saw them. A yellow trumpeter also took a plump apple in his hand, and looked at the white-haired little shadow thief with envy. He was very thirsty, but he couldn't drink enough water.

He chose a classic place - the corner of the alley. Unexpected, popularity is scarce. Arcarnes quickly set up his traps, metal devices that fired crossbow arrows, large blackened shelves, and choking dust, and he quickly hid the traps and pulled the strings. He'd practiced this countless times, but he was still very nervous as the footsteps approached.

Four members of the security team wearing yellow vests walked into the trap unsuspectingly. A yellow trumpet's foot touched the string, and two seconds later a crossbow bolt shot out of the darkness and nailed to his waist, and he bent over in pain.

"What's wrong?"

His companion asked curiously.

"There are. . . There are attacks!"

He shouted, but another yellow trumpet stepped on the clamp, and the yellow dust suddenly exploded. They coughed as they drew their daggers in an attempt to escape the range of the dust.

"Whoosh. ”

Arcanis emerged from his hiding place, holding a small crossbow known as the Nighthawk, and pointed an arrow at the neck of the first man who escaped from the dusty yellow trumpet. He was very decisive and his hands were very steady. The crossbow arrow went straight into the neck, and it was a middle-aged uncle who was holding his neck and staring at the attacker in disbelief.

The assailant appeared to be a child, two heads shorter than him.

The second yellow trumpeter shouted, raised his sword and rushed to the little white-haired shadow thief under the steps, but stepped on a puddle of oil and fell into the mud. Arcanis put away his little crossbow, slowly drew his short sword, held it with both hands, and stabbed him in the back several times until he stopped moving, very decisively and ruthlessly.

The remaining two, one caught in a large clamp that even a bear could not break free, and the other with two crossbow arrows in his waist, were dealt with by the cautious Arcanis.

"Good. The old shadow thief complimented, "He has a talent for crime. ”

He paused for a moment as he saw the eager excitement in the thief's eyes, which was rare.

"You seem motivated, tell me what you're a shadow thief for?"

With hatred burning in his eyes, Arcanis leaned down to pick up the blood-stained apple and took a bite, but said, "Of course, to be able to eat and drink every day, woman." ”

The old shadow thief smiled, and that night he took the twelve-year-old Arcarnes to experience the taste of prostitution.

Arcanis woke up from a dream, and it wasn't the cold to the bones that woke her, but the barking of the hounds. She didn't care about her hunger, and hurriedly crept to the top of the hillside, she lay on the ground, and saw a team of blue-clad imperial investigators digging the grave of little Ramon in the open ground below the hillside. Her fingers clenched the dirt, her knuckles white.

A furious voice faintly came from the wind.

"Cunning .. He actually wrapped a cloak with blood on the child's body. ”

With that, Arcanis saw someone drop the small corpse in his hand on the ground, and the hound next to him screamed, biting the corpse and tearing at its cloak.

"Damn dogs. ”

Arcanis's voice was low and hoarse.

Tonight she understood three things:

One, why do you hate chili peppers.

Second, why do you hate dogs.

Third, why do you have the skill of shadows? Because she wants revenge, she wants the flames of hatred to burn up those lackeys and those who stand high.

Her heart began to grow as cold as the snow falling from the night sky, and the last bit of kindness was gone.

Arcarnes stared at the barking dog, licked his lips hungrily with his tongue, and quietly backed away. It's time to fight back, reason warns her that it's foolish to do so, and that she should choose the safest way - to escape, just like before. But she wouldn't allow herself to retreat, she was hungry and needed flesh to cope with hunger, blood to soothe the burning flames of hatred.

A team of well-trained Imperial Condors, consisting of a twelve-strong team of traditional mages, three scouts skilled in accurate design, two elemental mages, and eight elemental warriors.

Imperial intelligence officers, known in the West for their high efficiency in dealing with god believers, are hated by Western god believers, once they fall into the hands of god believers, there is only one way to die, even the holy warriors who believe in good gods will put them to death. It's just that before being sent to the gallows, there will be an extra nagging trial process.

Internally, the Imperial Intelligence Officer is responsible for dealing with "corrupt" nobles, even a local nobleman who dominates one side, has a strong castle on the back, and the sky is high and the emperor is far away, when he hears that a group of Imperial vultures have come to his territory, he will hide in his bedroom in fear, thinking about how to betray his accomplices to make the vultures feel good.

Arcanis intends to kill them all by himself, and to make sure that they don't have time to send a distress signal. She came to the dead woods and looked at the dark woods like a hungry wolf returning to the hunting ground.

"Kazkaz, now I have how much money..."

The pale hungry wolf asked in a low voice.