"Smack!" Thorn slammed a silver thaler on the table, "I'll hire you." ”

"Great, let's go!" The thief jumped up excitedly when he heard this.

"Don't get excited." Seeing this, he smiled, "I hired you to go outside and buy two bottles of ink and needles, and the rest of the money is your commission." ”

"Hire me... Run errands? Not protection? The thief, who was dancing in his hand, looked at him stiffly, and saw that the latter motioned for his companion to get up and go upstairs.

"I can't let you be busy in vain after talking so much, the waiter will tell you the location of the room." The man who walked to the staircase said without looking back.

The waiter came over to clean up the table at this time, quietly reported a room number, and glared at the thief warningly, but the thief didn't care, just looked at the waiter with a little loss in his eyes, "Is business so difficult now?" ”

"If you don't do it, you can transfer it to me." The waiter smiled.

"Whoosh~" The thief disappeared in an instant.

Rust pushed open the windowless room, took out a candle and lit it, and walked inside, placing the salute on the dusty log table.

"Cousin, it seems that the waiter at the tavern is very considerate of us." Rust sat on the lower bunk with a candle in his hand, looked at Masser and explained, "There are no windows to keep us from being attacked on both sides. ”

"Are you sure it's not because a windowless room is hard to rent?" As he looked at the dust that was constantly flying in the light of the candles, he walked over and took out a few more candles from the salute, lit them and placed them in various corners of the room.

"Is it a ritual to deal with the Rat Gang?" Rust asked, looking at the candlelight everywhere.

"No, a candle is too dark." He replied.

"Oh, I thought you liked the dark."

"Nobody likes the dark."

Rust was silent when he heard this, and he wanted to ask if you were not a heretic. But it always felt like saying this and connecting with his previous answer was like saying that he was not human, so Suo raised his head to rest.

The ink and the needle were delivered, and the thief looked unhappy, and he stood in the doorway hesitantly trying to say something, but he was about to squeak when the door slammed shut, shaking his nose to ash.

"Don't be unhappy, those drunkards who know that the Squirrel Gang does things at night have run away early, and my business here has been delayed." The waiter glanced at the thief and said.

"No one goes to see the troubles... The sheriffs want to take care of this, and they'll patrol the streets of the neighborhood, and when you want to tell the news, run over there. The thief said, "But with their qualifications, they should have to wait for the rat gang to succeed in the past." ”

"The door to the tavern won't last long, and this is the Governor's order?" The waiter frowned.

"The Governor doesn't have the job, he's been trapped in the church for a day." The thief pursed his lips and shrugged, "These damn guys are just trying to make extra money, or just take a share of the spoils from the rats." ”

"I don't think they will be so obedient, but the governor and the priest have enough to think about, this city is built by people." The waiter shook his head weakly, "But then again, the current clergy feel like they're all pretending to be demons. ”

"Are you going to be burned at the stake?" The thief looked left and right in horror, then glared at the waiter and walked away.

At night, a small group of men and horses quietly ran to the tavern on the edge of the city, and they moved slightly, avoiding the patrolling guards, until they were about to reach the street of the tavern, and when they were about to reach the street of the tavern, they stopped, and on the slope of the road there was a group of guards standing in the shadow of the street, and it was not surprising that they came to them.

"The past one lured them away." The leader of the squad said softly, and the people on the side immediately turned around and left, and after a while, they saw that a house in the distance of the slope suddenly burst into flames, and at first the hidden guards did not move, but as the fire grew, those guards cursed something, and then ran over to put out the fire.

Seeing that there were as many as fifty people in the team that ran out, the corners of the leader's mouth turned up slightly, the reason why they called this name was not because they had the punishment of throwing people into rat holes, but because they were as thoughtful as rats.

Considering that there are no fools in this world, and even if fools are lucky enough to get wealth, they can't get to Farlon, so the elites in the gang unanimously agreed that those two people are very strong, and it is even very likely that they have reached the level of a high-level profession.

To this end, they asked the tax collector to take two crossbows, armor and shields extorted from the fallen nobles, and exchanged five living people for a bottle of potion from the Omniscients.

This bottle of potion is very terrifying, as long as it is sprinkled on the last little person, it will not live, remembering that the omniscient sectarian experimented with the effect of the potion in front of them in the afternoon exchange, and smiled and melted a fat man of four hundred pounds into only the pitch-black bones, he couldn't help but tremble, for fear that the clay pot on it would be bumped.

The leader clings to the side of the road and hides the fire and walks towards the tavern so as not to be illuminated by the light, this mission is very important, even related to the survival of the gang, as for those people... The leader glanced at the fire as he crossed the street, and it didn't matter to him whether it was a citizen who had been burned to death by attracting the guards, or a traveling merchant who was about to be killed.

They dared to do anything under the Black Death, but those who had been religious all their lives and did not do bad things died, and he felt even more inspired.

"You stay outside and keep watch, we'll be out soon."

The leader ordered one of the elites to stay outside the door, then led his men to push the door open, ignoring the waiter wiping the wine glasses and went straight up the stairs through the empty hall.

"Don't smash what's in the store." The waiter shouted, then put down his glass and moved lightly outside.

Ascending to the second-floor quarters, the leader swept around the houses, looked at the inconspicuous mark on the innermost door, and with a wave of his hand, his men attached the armor parts they were carrying on his back.

"After a while I slammed the door in my armor, the warriors behind, the crossbowmen followed, and the eighteen people crowded into such a narrow room that he couldn't use his skills at all." The leader of the armor on the armor quickly put on his helmet and carried the shield, and handed the clay pot in his hand to the crossbow archer, "If we are accidentally defeated, remember to smash this directly on the opponent's head!" ”

"Understood!" The crossbow archer nodded vigorously, and the other warriors raised their short swords suitable for fighting in confined spaces.

"Good!" The leader nodded, then led them forward with his shield in hand.

"Knock knock~" Heavy footsteps approached quickly, Rust, who was lying on the lower bunk in the house, sat up suddenly, he grabbed the sword on the side of the salute in a panic and looked at the slap, "I actually fell asleep?" ”

The incantation rolled her eyes at him, then listened to the sound in the hallway.

"Bang!" The wooden door was violently slammed open by a man wearing armor and holding a large shield, and he continued to ram against the wall, and Rust jumped over and slashed a sword, which hit the back of the armorer's neck, between the helmet and the armor.

"Click~" The armored man fell down in response, and Rust threw his sword to the ground in fright, not because he was frightened by his seemingly murderous appearance, but because a large blue light came out of his feet.

He turned his head in shock to look at the man, and when he crossed the doorway, he saw a group of people piled up like arhats.

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