Night Raven Master

Chapter 15 Thieves?hunting?
The Old Hawk's Tavern, second floor.

"Boy, you are really too careless." Hawke, who brought Art to the guest room, opened the door and said, "Many of the guys in that group are engaged in underground business."

Hawke deliberately emphasized his tone on "Underground Business", with hints and vigilance.

"Ah?" Yate was very flustered, as if he understood the meaning of the other party's words, "Then what should I do?"

"This is also very difficult." Hawke sighed. He didn't have a good way to deal with this matter. "When you lived in a tavern, they generally wouldn't do anything. My old Hawke doesn't have anything else. There are still some."

"You, can you protect me?" Art swallowed, with a slightly reassuring gesture.

"There are daytime rules during the day, and there are nighttime rules at night. If you are outside, I can't protect you. When you stay in the tavern, I can help you." Hawke shook his head, "Don't sleep at night It’s too heavy, if you find something unexpected, yell immediately, and I will come up immediately.”

After finishing speaking, he handed the plate in his hand to Art, turned and left: "If you have the ability, call the guards at your home, or hire some guards to protect you from leaving, well, after eating, Just put the plate on the table next to it, take it down and give it to me tomorrow, I wish you a good enough rest—”

Art "dumbly" watched Hawke, who was waving his hands, leave and go downstairs, then entered the room with a frustrated face, and closed the door.

click!
The door was closed.

However, when the door closed, the frustration on Art's face instantly disappeared and he returned to normal.

"Huh—" Art locked the door, then walked to the window, leaning against the wall, and glanced out the window, "At least one thief will come tonight, right?"

Just now, the act of exposing the money below was intentional on his part.

What is the fastest way to accumulate wealth in the world?
Treasure hunt?

theft?

No, it's looting.

He would rather deal with thieves and robbers than face beasts and monsters.

Kill thieves and robbers, and you can get more things than the fur and flesh of wild beasts.

Killing humans can gain more professional experience than beasts.

A cold light flashed in Yate's eyes. He was never a good person. He didn't deal with civilians because they had too little property. Apart from land deeds, they had almost no other valuable things.

And, that kind of thing, who knows where it's going to be put?It took too much effort to find those things.

He also won't deal with good people, which may have some sensual preferential treatment, but it is also related to interests.

Good people are not all honest, so where do they get so many good things, compared with ordinary people, there are only a little more, and sometimes the harvest is not as good as that of thieves.

Thieves are better targets than civilians.

Although thieves are generally not very good at accumulating wealth, thieves and robbers will keep a lot of strange-looking things, and there is something good if they don't keep them all.

In more than a dozen medieval games, he has the habit of hunting npc thieves.

Hunt thieves with your own money and let them come up to their own death.

Art glanced at the black crow on his shoulder: "Glora, remember, no matter what the situation is, don't make a sound unless I ask you to yell loudly."

Black Crow nodded, seeming to understand what he meant.

The thieves are very shrewd. The time they act is usually when people fall into a deep sleep. The time from one to three in the morning is the easiest time for thieves to attack.

There are also some other ways to choose the noisy time from eight to ten o'clock.

Because, often during this period of time, many drinkers just passed out and were sent back to the room by the tavern owner. It is also very easy to do it during this period.

Art squinted his eyes, and began to eat the unpalatable food that he was still unable to get used to. He didn't put down the plate until he was [-]% full. The remaining food was left on the plate, and it might turn rancid by tomorrow, but It doesn't matter.

It is not enough to eat enough. After all, it is very unwise to eat too much for what he is going to do in a while.

Of course, he needs to prepare for a short time before officially doing it.

Rest is probably not enough. After setting up traps and preparing weapons, it is better to pass the time with meditation and take a short rest.

If time permits, he doesn't mind resting for a few hours, but if he falls asleep and the thief can't find something and becomes angry with embarrassment, then the original method of luring the enemy is courting death.

He had no intention of making fun of his own life.

Although the experience of meditation is less than that of killing monsters, it is better than nothing.

In the pile of debris in the backyard of the tavern.

Lucid blinked, and when he woke up, the late-night city of Syndira was already shrouded in damp and cold mist.

"Oh, what the hell, it's not a good time."

The thief who had been in the industry for many years stood up from the corner and patted the dust off his body.

Today, no, last night, he was also one of the people who lingered in Hawke's Tavern.

Many people gathered in Old Hawk's tavern today, mostly because several groups of caravans will appear in this small town in the past few days, rushing to Glora Town.

Thieves would of course prefer to see a caravan that hadn't spent their money appearing in their field of vision than a caravan that had returned from purchasing the goods.

This period of time can be said to be the "hunting season" agreed upon by thieves.

Although he has been in the industry for several years, he is even weaker than those gangs of thieves who have been entrenched in Sindila Town for more than ten years.

The other big thieves are not very interested in some small targets, and they will not spend too much energy fighting for them. Only when the real big fat sheep appear, those thieves who have been preparing for a long time will start to attack. , they will be more peaceful and avoid other people from disturbing their "hunting".

Lucid does not belong to any gang of thieves, he is a single, weak lone thief.

Today's fat sheep, worth more than ten gold coins, is not a big target, but it is fat enough.

Ordinarily speaking, Lucid also understood clearly, and was unwilling to take risks to do it.

But
Unlike other prey, this fat sheep did not have any guards around it.

In this way, the difficulty will be much lower, and it will be easier to succeed, and the double malt wine yesterday made his mind a little unclear.

This is also the reason why he accidentally fell asleep while squatting.

The muddy nails poked hard on the thigh, and the pain released Lucid from the trance when he just woke up. Along with the damp and cold of the fog, he was completely awake.

All right--

Lucid patted his cheek and moved closer to the back of the tavern.

There were no other thieves around.

Maybe it was because they didn't want to take the risk of being maimed by old Hawke in the tavern, or because they didn't want the town of Syndira to become vigilant and affect their hunting a week later, in short, Lucid didn't Found other thieves.

In fact, he didn't know that not long ago, Old Hawk walked around the backyard with a murderous look, scaring away the thieves, and Lucid, who was hiding in the debris pile, was too sleepy. Death, even Old Hawk's intentional release of murderous aura did not wake him up.

Old Hawk also didn't expect that there would be a guy who was not frightened because he was sleeping soundly, so he didn't find out.

Although I don't know why there is no one, Lucid knows that this is his chance!
After being vigilant for a while and confirming the situation, Lucid carefully made a small half circle and came to the bottom of the room where Art lived.

After making sure he didn't attract anyone's attention, he wiped his palms.

"Well, this position is okay. After you get it, come out directly, and then cross the wall."

After moving a stone under the courtyard wall to ensure that he would be able to jump up and climb over the wall in the future, Lucid nodded.

Afterwards, he skillfully grasped the protrusions and depressions on the wall, and after avoiding a few sharp objects specially placed by Old Hawk, Lucid climbed to the second floor with a few movements. A slender wire was inserted into the window.

click -

There was a faint sound that was not as loud as footsteps, and Lucid remained still for a few seconds, confirming that the people inside were in a deep sleep state, and after no response, he slowly opened the window.

Skillful skills, cautious character and simple window locks have made Lucid's "work" in the past few years very smooth.

He is well aware of Old Hawke's tavern. After a thief broke into the tavern, the other party deliberately changed the door lock. It would take some time for the door lock to be opened, and the sound of opening the door was very loud, so it was easy to Will wake up anyone in the room.

Compared to entering the room from the other side of the door, Lucid prefers to enter the room through the window. Although there are sharp traps specially placed by Old Hawk on the wall, this will not trouble the thieves. Even, only a piece of wood is needed to press it, will solve the problem.

However, the thieves all have an agreement, try not to crack the trap, and prevent Old Hawk from using more difficult methods.

Most of the thieves abide by this agreement, and if any thieves commit a crime, the local thieves gang will be more ruthless and "dispose" of these unruly guys.

Lucid doesn't want to be dealt with, so he still needs to abide by some rules.

Squinting his eyes, he carefully opened the window, and after a brief silence, he confirmed that the "fat sheep" was lying on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

Are you confident about the lock in your room?

Lucid sneered in his heart, and was about to enter it.

However, when he stepped into the room, he felt a sharp pain from the soles of his feet. When he subconsciously cried out because of the pain, a icy cold light pierced over.

(End of this chapter)