The half-elf ranger strode into the courtyard, covered in dust.

He carried the bone bow "Soul Hunting" on his back, and carried another hardwood longbow in his hand, and there were only a few arrow feathers left in the quiver he was carrying cross-legged, obviously just returning from a mission.

On a solo mission, it was difficult to rest at ease, and Illo was sleepy and tired, and wanted to fall into bed and fall asleep. But the keen intuition that has been cultivated over the years has come into play at this time. The moment he closed the wooden door with his backhand, his heart sank slightly, and his suspicious gaze swept across the entire courtyard.

Inexplicably, he felt as if something was lurking in a corner of his eyes.

With a backhand draw and the bowstring ajar, Illo cautiously turned on his "sensitive touch". The flickering arrows of cold light, like a raised serpent's letter, exude a deadly threat.

His guess was not wrong. In the northeast corner of the courtyard, the egg thief was huddled in a ball, clutching the dragon egg in his arms.

"You can't see me, you can't see me...... smart people have no choice but to keep hypnotizing themselves. The invisibility technique he used could only last for two hours at most, and more importantly, in order to hide from the other party's detection methods, he used the secret technique to hold his breath and slow down his heartbeat, but this state of breath was bound to not last long.

But the effect is still there. Illo's "sensitive touch" is one of the top spiritual detection techniques on the mainland, but now he has found nothing. It was also the previous invincible record that made him too confident, so the half-elf completely dispelled the doubts in his heart. Retrieve your bow and arrows and continue walking towards the room.

"Hmph, there's no way......" The egg thief muttered to himself. Due to the haste of his actions, he left a lot of horses behind this time, such as the lock of the door that was picked open, and the window that was concealed, as soon as Illo entered the room. The dragon egg that disappeared out of thin air would inevitably surprise him.

But that was exactly the reaction he wanted.

What will the other party do if such a precious dragon egg is stolen? The greatest possibility is to immediately ask the sentinel, and then mobilize the entire river valley to launch a carpet search. But how could he have thought of it. The thief didn't leave, but hid under his windowsill.

At that time, this small courtyard is the easiest to ignore. Especially since the half-elves have already searched this place, he will definitely focus on other areas. And without the high-ranking rangers, there are those miscellaneous soldiers left, and his old man doesn't pay attention to them at all. With a little trickery, find a hidden place to unleash the invisibility spell again, and you can leave with a swagger. Go back to your home country to find an employer and get paid well.

This is the cleverness of a smart man, and the reason why he is famous in the industry is because of his accurate grasp of people's hearts.

A quarter of an hour.

The night is dark, and the moon rises tomorrow.

Two quarters of an hour.

There was a faint snoring sound from inside the house.

Three quarters of an hour.

The smart man began to wonder if the dragon egg he had stolen was real or fake. Why did the other party fall asleep and not have any panicked reaction at all?

Or is it that the half-elf is so indifferent to fame and fortune. Unaware of the value involved?

On the bare skin, the plaster gradually dries. Wait until the moment they crack open. That's when invisibility fails. The egg thief was anxious, and he looked up tentatively, looking left and right.

It's quiet, it's surprisingly quiet, and no one cares about his every move.

Gently moving his sore joints, his range of movements became larger and larger. Finally. The invisible man stood up, holding a cloth bag in one hand and using force in the other, silently climbing up the wall.

It was at this moment that he felt a chill down his spine. Subconsciously look sideways. only to find that Illo, who was supposed to be asleep, came to the window at some point.

The half-elf ranger was holding a longbow with three white feathered arrows between his fingers, his eyes squinting and the tips of his ears trembling, as if listening to something. After reaching the upper realm, under the long-term training, Illo's detection methods are not limited to "sensitive touch".

He can't see the other party's figure, and his "sensitive touch" can't find the other party's location, but between actions, the air will always flow. He could hear the whispers of the wind, and he could clearly "hear" that someone had climbed the wall and was about to flee.

Arrows come out like lightning!

The egg thief knew that his whereabouts had been exposed, and without hesitation, he bent over and plunged headlong.

A string of blood flew through the air, and Illo climbed over the windowsill and strode towards the courtyard wall. The strong wind he brought with himself, Yan zhòng, affected the judgment of the ears. However, both "Sensitive Touch" and Elven Vision made up for the shortcoming, quickly locking the thief's bearings.

"Want to run?" Illo smiled slightly, and a second arrow shot out. When he got back to his room, he changed into his outfit and unloaded his blade and quiver, so that the only weapons he had now were the hardwood longbow in his hand and the three arrows between his fingers.

However, to deal with this kind of young man, three feather arrows should be enough.

The first arrow cut a half-foot-long wound in the opponent's shoulder. It was also on this bloodstain that the second arrow was aimed straight at its vest.

The arrows, infused with the energy of the "Dragon Stalker", cut a brilliant golden light in the night sky. Speed, angle, dynamics, it's perfect.

But this inevitable arrow still failed to kill the enemy. The blood-soaked air shattered like a mirror, revealing a short, thin figure naked. I don't know what kind of means he used, but he actually used that layer of mortar to block the fatal arrow of the upper ranger.

"Hmm?" Illo's face, a confident smile just bloomed, withering like frost. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he quickly chased after him. As he went, the longbow was drawn, and the last of the feathered arrows were ready to fire.

However, it is no longer the tank top, but the legs and waist and hips. Illo was intrigued to capture the cunning thief alive.

But the other party was as slippery as a swimming fish, moving and flickering on the gravel-covered hillside, and for a while, the half-elf could not lock on to the target.

So on the east side of the Herseus Valley, a strange scene appeared. If there is a Danqing skill, if you reproduce it, it will be named "Half-elf chasing naked men under the moon", which must be very expressive.

"Chase, chase grandpa. "The plaster on the invisible man is all off, and the big head and naked body are twisted left and right so as not to be shot in the ass. Illo was in hot pursuit, unable to hide and hide, unable to escape, and the scoundrel's temperament came up and made him shout loudly.

Illo's eyes were slightly cold, and he was about to shoot the feather arrow, when he saw the thief's footsteps scrambled, and he fell to the ground with a "plop".

... (To be continued......)

PS: (First update.) ）