It's past nine o'clock in the evening.

The aristocratic area that implemented the curfew system had long been silent. Outside the library is the boulevard of the aristocratic area, with street lights on both sides. The guard soldiers who were patrolling and walking saw the wooden holy emblem in Charles' hand, and instead of cross-examined, they bowed their heads and saluted to express their respect for a priest priest.

Cormier forbiddenly destroyed the temples of all evil gods in his early years, which was a kingdom of justice. The priests who appeared on the streets could only be priests of neutral or kind gods. Of course, if an unidentified player and the indigenous people sneak around in the noble area, it would be another treatment.

Charles walked to the arch at the junction of the noble and civilian areas and was about to leave, but he happened to find a vague shadow in the dim street lights not far away.

"It seems like a viscount's mansion there?"

The shadow was obviously a thief, wearing a black dress that blended with the night color, sneaking in the darkness. If Charles had not been at the extraordinary level of perception, he might not have been able to find him.

"interesting."

The thief hid in the bushes under a tall wall. After a team of guards passed, a climbing rope passed over the wall. The thief climbed over the wall with agility.

Shire is not sure if this is a player or an Aboriginal.

Because as long as you are a wanderer who is confident in your skills, you will inevitably have the idea of ​​fighting the gorgeous mansions of the nobles. If you do such a vote, you will have no worries about food and clothing for most of your life.

"Speed ​​Command--"

Charles' eyes flashed, and his right hand imitated the gesture spell of magic props, quickly activate the change effect of the "Viol Snake Cloak" on his body.

"puff"

The black silk cloak wrapped around Charle's whole body, and the figures under the street lights changed and blurred. The living person disappeared out of thin air. On the floor covered with flat white stones, a black snake half a meter long and thin thumb appeared.

"So that's how small venomous snakes are..."

The eyes of the little snake's triangular head flashed with humanized light.

"Does it last for 10 minutes?"

Charles controlled his young snake body and quickly climbed under the wall of the Viscount Mansion. He spitted a snake and hissed and swam around, and soon got into a rat hole, poked a small half of his head out of the other end of the wall, and looked at the courtyard of the mansion.

The courtyard under the moonlight is quiet.

The servants were probably all asleep, and there were only one or two hired soldiers wearing swords and armor, carrying lanterns, humming small songs and shaking by.

There is no difference between day and night for snakes. Because snakes use letters to see infrared rays of heat sources to see objects. The dead objects in the courtyard are dark in Charles' eyes. In addition to the red light that indicates guards, there is also a little bit of well-converged light, hanging in front of the window of a pavilion.

This should be the thief.

The breath of life is well controlled and well trained.

Shier first contracted his half-meter-long torso, his muscles tensed, and he ejected into the flowerbed opposite the courtyard wall and entered. The thief was still hanging by the window, and no abnormalities were found.

The thief is lurking, and Charles is also lurking. Although he is a priest who is not good at hiding, he has now become an animal, and his "hiding" and "sliding" skills are directly out of the box. There is no way, this is the racial bonus, and humans don't know how many years it takes to train to have such ability.

In fact, Charles was very curious about the thief's intentions, otherwise he would not have followed him.

Judging from the thief's skillful appearance, he should not do such dirty things as stealing. In any case, if a high-level wanderer does not excavate ruins and treasure caves, in Charles's opinion, it is a waste of his talents.

Lights are on the top of the pavilion.

There was obviously someone inside, and the vague sound of conversation came out through the half-closed window.

The snake's letter rolled in the air.

A strange smell is clearly conveyed into the snake's brain.

Shire finally knew why the thief stopped moving for a long time. Of course, Shire knew what it tasted. The drow elves and their faces in the dark areas were very rich.

Intercourse - sexual intercourse, lust - a breath of despair.

He admired the thief so much now. He lay outside the window and watched the drama of Living Sermon. The woman inside was probably the Viscount's concubine or the official palace, and the delicate voice, tsk. She could still be so calm and calm, and the red light of life had been restrained tightly. It was really amazing.

Charles happened to meet the ending.

The movements in the pavilion disappeared in a few dozen seconds. The thief quietly pushed open the window along the long rope and turned in.

Charles also controlled the snake's body, tied it on a long rope, and wandered to the windowsill.

The battle in the room was over. A man and a woman were not dressed, subdued by the thief, tied their hands and feet to the head of the bed. What surprised Char even more was that the handsome man was not the viscount noble in the mansion, but a half-elf player.

As for the woman, she was a beautiful woman over thirty years old. She naturally looked charming, had a plump figure and a luxurious temperament. She was either a viscount's concubine or a wife.

"...Where is the key?" The thief covered his face with a face towel, revealing only a pair of cold eyes. The woman he was staring at felt as if she was being watched by a wild beast, with a look of fear on her face.

"I don't know what key." The woman was obviously holding on.

"you say."

The thief sneered and looked at the player.

"In the drawer of her dressing table." The male player betrayed his friend with a backbone.

"you……"

The woman's face was so angry that her face was frozen and blue.

The thief did not speak anymore, walked to the dressing table and searched for it, took out a golden key, and then, under the woman's gray face, he inserted the key directly into a secret hole in the wardrobe.

With a click, the half-person-high secret door opened, and the thief walked into the secret room, and after a moment he came out with a book-sized metal treasure chest.

"Vissue Emily, I regret to tell you that I am going to get my stuff back on behalf of the 'Night Mask'. You know."

"Don't imagine that other nobles will help you. Royal Family? Haha, you can try it."

After the thief finished speaking in a cold voice, he jumped back to the ground along the long rope of the window, flashed in the shadows of several buildings, and climbed over the wall. The hired soldiers watching in the courtyard did not notice any movement.

Ten minutes of change time is ready to pass.

The little black snake transformed into Charles tracked the thief in the darkness. After consuming a burst of energy to recharge his cloak, he followed the thief around the lower area of ​​the dock, and finally hid under the eaves of a tavern, watching the thief board a brig sailboat docked on the shore.

puff.

Shire took the initiative to remove the changes and restored his human form.

"Is it a dark night mask again?"

This is the second time he has heard the name of the "Dark Night Mask" organization today.

The first time was in the notes of the Fallen Mage Tru. Now, he accidentally ran into a thief with a "dark night mask" snatching the treasure.

I heard the thief's tone in the room in front of me. The "Dark Night Mask" seemed very amazing. It can be seen from his openly threatening a viscount from the imperial capital Susar.

"This is a mission line. Tomorrow, I will go to the library to check the information of this organization, and then go to Viscount's Mansion for a walk."

Shire is very satisfied with what he has gained today.

A blue shield and a dark blue cloak all come with very useful magical effects.

Moreover, he further deepened the mission line of the demon lord Olkas. The Stone of Ion is a good thing. As the fallen mage True said, this is the treasure of the Netherel civilization. The work of an immortal great arcane.

[Demon Painting] The mission has also become famous, and now I'm waiting for the news from Longyan, but the problem is not big. He came to Longyan and was sure of his decision. How could a paladin be rejected if he wanted to buy scrolls from the high priest who believed in the gods. The paladin is almost the most trusted force in the temple.

Just disconnect the game in the dock area.

"Hey, Charles, hurry up and change your clothes. An Ying and Anya invite us out for a midnight snack, saying that she wants to thank us."

Zhang Ze had already combed his hair on the sink and fixed the water. He heard the movement and leaned over his head and smiled at Charles with a smile on his face.

"Eat midnight snack?"

Charles touched his somewhat shriveled belly, but he didn't refuse. But he just let it go. He is wearing casual clothes, a plaid shirt on the upper body and a pair of khaki pants on the lower body. He can go out with a pair of shoes. Slippers or something, then forget it. Charles believes that wearing slippers is a very disrespectful way to girls when he goes out.

Zhang Ze was different, his hair was combed smoothly and brightly. The two sides agreed to meet at the south gate of the school. Outside the south gate was a commercial street, with restaurants and food houses everywhere.

It is April, and in early spring, there are many tall and pure girls mixed in the endless crowds of people in the south gate. Zhang Ze held his arms and stopped under the shade of the trees, talking about the passing beauties, and stared at the girls' long white legs with a look of pigs from time to time.

Shire was much bored. He held his mobile phone and looked through some information on the "Dawn" forum, hoping to learn about the recent situation of various regions of the mainland.

"Hello!"

Zhang Ze took advantage of the night and looked at a pretty girl with a pretty face, and suddenly he was shocked by the crisp sound coming from behind.

"You are here." Zhang Ze turned around and greeted An Ying and Anya's sisters awkwardly. He really suspected that his appearance of Pig Brother was seen by his sister.

"Where to eat?" An Ying glanced at him without saltiness and lightly, but instead faced Charles, who was silent and took the initiative to ask for his opinion.

"Since you are working, you will lead the way, I will just eat." Charles said indifferently.

"Then go to the Magic Pot House, the spicy and fragrant pots there are very good!"

An Ying seemed to be unsure of her mind. Anya took the conversation in a gentle voice. Charles glanced at Zhang Ze, whose face changed slightly, and smiled and nodded to say yes.

Not long after, the An sisters looked at Zhang Ze, who was sweating profusely after eating some spicy food, and looked at each other with helpless expressions.

"You can't eat spicy food, why don't you say it?" An Ying curled her lips.

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Chapter completed!