Glad swallowed a large piece of black cheese and licked his fingers with satisfaction.

This thing is generally not something that a lower-level person like him can enjoy. However, a few days ago, I happened to steal a lot of money from a businessman, so I was able to be so luxurious.

Morag is not a friendly place. The thieves who live at the bottom of this urban class are one of the most unpopular objects. God knows when the Windmill and Heihe people don’t like each other, and they will be unable to save their lives.

Therefore, when they have money, they do not choose to save up, but squander and spend all the money in the shortest time.

Glad, who had already started to appear green spots on his dirty cloth clothes, took out a cloth bag from his chest and weighed it. The sound of coins colliding came from inside, and it seemed that there were still many more.

He grinned, revealing his yellow teeth covered with tartar and laughed.

This money was enough for him to spend half a month.

After stuffing his purse back into his collar to prevent his peers from sucking into troubled waters, Glad thought about which prostitute to go to at night and which prostitute to call him, while reaching out to open the leaking wooden door of his house.

Then he lost.

To be precise, he felt that his body suddenly became extremely stiff and could not even bend his joints.

Even though he was extremely frightened and subconsciously wanted to shout, he found that his mouth was covered with an invisible cloth, and he could not make any sound except for a slight silence.

"Is there really no problem here?" Instead of opening the door from outside, a thin middle-aged man in a mage robe and a cowboy hat on his head. What scared Glad was that the middle-aged man's eyes were like having his own life, and would turn in two different directions. On his temple, there was a thing that looked like a screw no matter how he looked.

What kind of monster is this guy?!

"This is a thief's den, as long as you can subdue him, there will be no problem."

Next, the person who entered the room was indeed Glad's acquaintance, Claude Stan. The big boy who always fantasized about leaving Morag.

"No problem, he can't even let go of a fart for at least thirty-six hours."

The thin middle-aged man said emotionally.

"Professor, there are still girls here, please don't say such vulgar words." A sharp voice, as soon as you hear, you will know that it was a girl's voice.

Then they entered the room, four children aged about ten years old. These children looked white and tender, and you can tell at a glance that they were not residents of Morag. In this city, if their peers were not born well, they were all thin and black, like stings.

"I think there is something else to say before this, right? Why do you subdue others without saying anything..."

One of the chubby-looking little boys said.

"Of course it's because if the other party is prepared, it will be too troublesome to subdue."

The thin middle-aged man replied without hesitation: "Thieves are different from ordinary people. They are sensitive and agile. When they are prepared, unless they can cast spells instantly like the dean, they can only make a large-scale attack to ensure a certain hit - you don't want to be bound by my group confinement technique, right?"

"Anyway, I'll drag him aside first...I have something to ask you later."

Claude said in a deep voice, dragging Glad, who was still unable to speak and move, to the corner of the wall, and posing as a monkey-like figure facing the wall and thinking about his mistakes.

Then he took away the bag of money in his arms.

...I am worthy of being a person who has lived in Morag for so long.

Because they couldn't see the other person's appearance, Glad could only judge who was talking based on the sound of their speech.

"Where is the priest?" This is Cloud.

The priest should be the sanctified priest who came to Xizhen Road. I heard that the guy gathered a group of believers in Morag. Maybe he had already cheated a lot of money from the hands of those stupid believers. Being a charlatan is better than being despicable than their despicable activities. If you cheat money, the people will be respectful to you...

"The priest went back to the mausoleum to pack up his things." The extremely stiff voice of the emotional voice was undoubtedly from the strange thin middle-aged man: "But he also heard it when you mentioned the address, and he should come here in a while... After all, we are all accomplices."

"Please don't be so proud of the culprit..."

The crisp boy voice is easy to identify, but I don’t know which of the three boys said it.

"Don't worry." The thin middle-aged man's voice sounded again: "I was very careful and didn't kill those who found us. I just let them sleep for a while."

"No, I think you can't feel at ease if you offend Baicheng Guards, Fengmills and Heihe in one breath!"

Claude's voice sounded helpless.

If it weren't for not being able to move, Glad would definitely reach out to dig his ears and wonder if he had heard it wrong - offended all the three major forces of Morag in one breath... This guy definitely doesn't want to be in this city, right?

At this moment, the sound of the door opening came from the door.

"Ah, you are here, Bishop."

The voice of the thin middle-aged man immediately revealed the other person's identity.

"...Father, why do you look so embarrassed as if you had just fought a group of Pragues?"

Claude's shocked voice also rang.

"Do you think it's easy to get rid of the guys who are following you without being able to control your life!"

A new male voice sounded, and it seemed that this should be what they called a priest.

"Anyway, in this way, we, the official wanted criminals of Morag, will all be here. Come and applaud."

The emotionally unsatisfied sound of the thin middle-aged man's beating sounded again, but there was almost no responder.

"This kind of name makes people not happy at all."

The boy's voice sounded, and this voice was probably the fat man who was talking to before.

"We are not gathering here to hear you make a joke." The priest's voice sounded very tired: "No matter what, Professor Franken, you should be open and honest about what you said just now, right?"

This kind of atmosphere always feels like the other party is going to tell some secrets.

Although Glad was still worried, his curiosity, which originated from his nature, made him unable to help but prick up his ears.

Then he heard the thin man's next words.

"That's certain."

The other party paused for a moment and continued.

"The purpose of our trip is to completely solve the source of the plague that plagues the city of Morag." (To be continued. Please search for Piaotianyi, the novel is better, updated and faster!)
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