I, the retired legend, were forced to go ashore

If the proprietress of this store hadn't gritted her teeth and used almost all her income to send her adopted daughter to school, she wouldn't have chosen to drink in such a crappy place.

It's hard to see that such a domineering woman would place so much emphasis on her studies.

"Master Jin, thank you for accompanying me to study!" Triss's polite voice of thanks came from behind.

Really, the boy!

Jin Yi turned his head and saw the girl standing alone at the door, trembling with her arms folded, and hurriedly waved her hands:

"I just have the last sip of wine left! Go back to the house, it's so cold outside!"

Triss still bowed, then carefully closed the door and returned to the house.

Under the dim light of the magic crystal lamp, the Chimera's head on the roof is covered by shadows, which looks extremely strange.

A small piece of tongue sticks out from the half-open mouth, as if saliva with acidic properties will drip down in the next moment.

This ugly creature is extremely ferocious, has a strong sense of territory, and has the habit of living in groups. Even weaker dragons should avoid them carefully when they see them.

I really don't know how my mother hunted down this Chimera back then.

While imagining her adoptive mother's heroic appearance in battle, Triss packed the messy knives, forks, bowls and chopsticks on each table into buckets.

Then she pressed her hands and fingers together, concentrated and recited a few mantras silently.

Soon, a water drop appeared in the girl's empty palm, and then the water drop gradually grew into a fist-sized water polo.

The girl's face was flushed, until her mental strength could no longer afford to cast the spell for a longer period of time, she panted lightly and released the control, allowing the water polo to fall into the bucket.

But this time, when the spell was cast, less than one-third of the water in the bucket was filled.

If you want it to be able to wash dishes, you need to repeat the steps just twice at least.

"In the future, you should use magic as much as possible to use water for your daily life, and you can also practice it by the way."

Triss's adoptive mother's words sounded in her mind, and she encouraged herself to stand up, picked up the rag and began to wipe the table, planning to cast spells after recovering her mental strength a little.

Ada doesn't know much about magic, but seeing that her adopted daughter has talent in this area, she can only come up with this stupid way to cultivate it.

"Oh, I have to pay the tuition again." Triss sighed.

The business of the tavern was not doing well, but Ada gritted her teeth and insisted on allowing Triss to go to the best school in the north, White Harbor Royal Academy.

The tuition fee there is 900 crowns a month, which is far beyond what an ordinary family can afford.

And this is only the tuition fee for the elementary class.

However, every few months, a mysterious businessman from Uptown visits here.

After quietly drinking, they will leave a high tip for Triss.

It is called a reward for her hard work in the past few months.

Triss knew that it was definitely not the reason.

But this money can make this small family with only two mothers and daughters feel a little better, so she took the money with a blushing face every time under Ada's nod.

"Just take it, you deserve it."

Ada explained it this way.

I wonder if that mysterious businessman will come this time?

'Squeak—'

The old leaky door was suddenly pushed open, and an old man wearing a bearskin hood, decorated with tree trunk branches as a whole, and using plant fibers to make clothes, was leaning on a long, shining green light in the dark night. Rod, walked in.

The corners of his eyes are thin and long, his skin is chapped like a tree, and his body is covered with traces of long journeys.

Easy to travel booties get muddy.

"This is a druid." Triss immediately made a judgment based on the old man's attire: "And the rank is very high."

Because she didn't hear any footsteps in advance, as if this person suddenly appeared in front of the door.

The visitor was not kind, at least not something he could handle.

But her mother often suffered from insomnia, and it was not easy to get a good night's sleep.

If you are woken up by something like this, it will be almost impossible to sleep peacefully.

Triss made a conclusion, and decided to try to drive away first: "Hi customer, the shop is closed."

The girl was neither humble nor overbearing, looking directly into the druid's eyes.

However, this guest did not come to drink. He fixedly looked at Triss, his voice was mellow and magnetic, like a spring of sweet spring in the desert.

The strong vitality contained in it even made the wooden structures such as tables, chairs and floors around him creak, trying to re-grow:

"Girl, your magic contains strong vitality, although I don't know why a human being has such a high affinity for natural magic..."

Druid paused, trying to put on a kind expression: "...but are you willing to learn from me?"

Triss blinked, not knowing how to deal with this situation.

My mother basically didn't know anything about the way of magic, and the content taught by the teachers in the academy... It felt very inconsistent to practice.

Now it's finally hard for a talented person to see through that she should learn natural magic, and of course she wants to learn it.

But I don't want to leave my mother, so what should I do?

"Guest, please wait, I will call my mother to come down!"

Triss yelled, and without waiting for the druid to answer, she hurriedly turned around and went straight upstairs.

For this kind of thing, as long as his adoptive mother comes forward, he will definitely get an excellent result.

From childhood to adulthood, as long as it is a negotiation, she has never seen her mother suffer a disadvantage.

'Boom boom boom boom boom boom—'

Triss knocked on the door in a hurry, but got no response. Triss opened the door and entered Ada's bedroom. What greeted her was the wide open windows and the empty bed.

"Hey, did you go out to play again?"

Tris wasn't surprised at all. After muttering to herself, she picked up a note from the table.

On it is my mother's dog-like words: The night is long, I don't want to sleep, I went out to indulge, don't disturb.

No. 3. Thieves never leave empty space

Late at night, this is the time for people to fall asleep after a busy day.

Especially those rich and powerful people who live in the upper city and pay attention to health preservation, they close their eyes early and curl up in the bed, dreaming all kinds of sweet dreams.

The same is true for the family of Brando, a rich man who started a freight business.

In the huge mansion, only a few guards were patrolling.

Even the maids who serve the master and several concubines full-time at night are leaning against the wall outside everyone's door, drooping their heads, and snoring in a low voice.

A cold touch appeared on his face, and the alert Brando opened his eyes instantly.

He reached out to touch the dagger under the pillow, but gave up because of the long sword lying horizontally on his neck.

His heart was beating wildly, and his eyes were instantly clear, but when he looked at the approacher along the blade, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Damn it, can you stop being so scary next time you come here?"

Holding the blade of the sword with two fingers and pushing it away, the fat rich man turned over with uncommon agility.

After that, without even chanting the spell, he cast a sleeping spell on the little wife lying beside him.

Judging from his proficiency in his successive movements, it is obvious that this kind of thing happened not once or twice.

Without saying a word, Ada sheathed her sword, pulled up a chair and sat down.

He played with the four identical pure gold dwarfs on the table.

Brando didn't say a word, he huddled under the quilt and put on clothes and pants for himself. After getting dressed, he got up and went to the ground.

He pulled his slippers and ran to the window, looked at the open windows, felt the fresh air outside, there was no surprise in his tone, only admiration:

"This is the latest early warning circle developed by the Magic Association. For the sake of concealment, even the protective function has been cancelled, but it didn't trigger at all when it came to you. How did you do it?"

Even the birds on the treetops outside the window were sleeping in their nests. This guy passed through the guards and layers of traps in his manor, and didn't even make a sound?

"It's just a lockpicking technique, don't make such a fuss."

Ada crossed her legs and turned her back to Brando. After a flat answer, she continued to play with the three pure gold dwarves.

The ability to enter this room, which is considered to be the most heavily guarded room in White Harbor, all depends on a stack of ultra-level lockpicking scrolls she obtained from a certain relic a few years ago.

Although she didn't know why someone upgraded such a low-level and boring spell to such a strong level, thanks to this thing, she was able to bypass all the rules and directly get in touch with Brando, the assassin leader of the Dark Brotherhood.

But having said that, she can only 'unlock' with the help of a scroll.

If the fat man simply removes the window, or replaces it with a piece of glass that has no lock and can never be opened, it will be really difficult for her to get in.

"Well, I'm really blind to a strong man like you."

Brando muttered, closed the window and locked it, restarted the magic circle again, then turned his head and walked towards the bookshelf beside him.

After a brief incantation that could not be heard, his hand went straight through the bookshelf, touched the hidden wall behind him, and then pulled out a palm-thick book.

"Still the same?"

Brando sat across from Ada, spread out the book and flipped through the pages, and asked casually, "No more money?"

The girl who played with the two pure gold dwarves nodded, and admitted frankly: "Little Triss's tuition fee is not enough, just give me a C-level one."

"In order to hide your name, you really did it thoroughly. You didn't even accept tasks of a slightly higher level. It's a pity that with this skill, you can even complete A... maybe S level."

Brando turned the pages of the book, and finally stopped on one page, on which there were only a few short sentences, and a picture that was scribbled but filled with the charm of the whole character.

He tore off the piece of paper, handed it to the girl sitting across the table, and introduced:

"Gordon, who lives on Hulin Road, is a scum who collects protection fees from several nearby streets. Is it okay?"

"No problem, you can find someone to do an autopsy tomorrow morning."

Ada took the paper and stuffed it into her arms without looking at it.

Looking up at the fat man on the opposite side, he happened to see the magical brilliance of the book in his hand, and a blank page was reborn on the page that was just torn off.

"Don't think about it, this book must not be stolen by you... White Lightning."

Brando tightened his grip, reminding this dangerous woman that he had investigated her identity and could reveal it at any time.

"Heh, with a guard of your level, if I wanted this thing, I would have already got it."

Ada smiled, saying that she could break through the defense at any time and take the fat man's life.

Brando's eyes twitched.

But still biting his teeth and pursing his lips, staring at the inexplicable piercing pressure, he continued:

"I have already informed several of your confidantes. Once something happens to me, within three days, all countries on the entire continent will know that the legendary treasure hunter and her daughter live in White Harbor."

This is a necessary threat.

Only if I get the handle on this dangerous woman, even a little bit, can slightly improve the unequal conversation conditions between the two parties.

The dignified Brotherhood of Darkness is the leader, and he doesn't like to be threatened, especially when threatened with force.

While groping for the pure gold dwarf in his hands, Ada's aura was gradually rising.

Her pupils had changed from black to blue, and occasionally lightning flashed in them, flickering on and off, and there were crackling sounds around her body.

Brando was not to be outdone, gray mist emerged faintly, trying to fight against the thundercloud and lightning on the opposite side, but the range of mist activity was gradually shrinking.

It wasn't until his whole body was about to collapse on the chair that the furious lightning aura from the girl suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The pressure cleared up, and Brando quickly took a few breaths of fresh air.

"We're mutually beneficial. Of course I won't touch you, but if something happens to Triss... that's not necessarily the case."

As if the brief confrontation between the two just now didn't exist at all, Ada laughed, clapped her palms, and leaned towards the corner of the table.

Brando hurriedly took the pure gold pen holder on the corner of the table into his arms.

What a mutual benefit, this girl comes here once, all the things she lost are worth more than that mission!

Not to mention that he has to come to the door to deliver the commission himself, it's just a C-level task!

Every time his subordinates looked over suspiciously, wondering why such a rich man would go to that kind of place, he could only embarrassingly explain that the proprietress of the dilapidated tavern was prettier.