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"Boom."

When the setting sun disappeared behind the western peaks, the hourly bell sounded from the bell tower of the Extraordinary Manor.

"Bang bang bang"

"Kakaka"

Bursts of fireworks exploded over the extraordinary manor, and the blooming iron filings and copper filings flashed red and green lights. The dark night was like a spring garden, with all kinds of flowers blooming.

The fireworks show lasted for a quarter of an hour!

"Okay, everyone has finished watching the fireworks! But before the magic show begins! On behalf of the Extraordinary Chamber of Commerce, I would like to first thank the distinguished guests present!"

Francis, who was holding a milky-white magic conch in his hand, also wore a white evening dress with gold rims tonight.

There are huge silver wings embroidered on the back of the dress, with an upright golden holy sword in the middle.

"First of all, the President of the York City Underwriters Association, the Elder Ladonna!"

Priest Ladonna, who was in the middle of the first row, stood up slowly, turned around, and bowed to the crowd in the darkness behind him.

"Papa pa pa"

Under the extraordinary leadership, applause echoed throughout the wilderness.

"The second one is the dean of our York City Magic Academy, Leslie Pollock! And the dean's beloved daughter, Miss Leslie Ishania! Everyone is welcome!"

Another sound filled the sky. Everyone loved this magician lady who would appear in the manor from time to time.

"The treasure of Yorkshire, Miss York Uwana, the beloved daughter of the Grand Duke!"

"Master Berman Percy, the sole heir of the Berman Chamber of Commerce!"

"Chief James Benson, Sheriff of the Rubble District Sheriff's Office!"

"Okay, without further ado, let's enjoy the guessing show presented by York City's popular Decao Magic Troupe!"

"Pap-pap-pap-pap."

The applause was a little more intense than the big boss' introduction just now, and Feifan, who was sitting next to Priest Ladonna, felt a little embarrassed.

As cheerful and lively music played, a clown with a pale face, bright red dots on his cheeks and a big red nose walked out of a door in the middle of the orchestra.

Immediately afterwards, clowns with different shapes and exaggerated expressions appeared on the stage one after another.

Some kept throwing oranges in their hands, some spit out blazing flames from their mouths, and some directly threw small fireballs in their hands.

A clown opened and spit out his mouth, and the small fireballs seemed to be connected by silk ropes, spinning back and forth in the clown's hands.

Feifan, who was so engrossed in watching, didn't notice that Dosta, the troll sitting behind him, was staring at a clown spinning a gunpowder gun on the high platform.

This clown is different from other clowns. He wears a black eye patch. It is not difficult to tell that he should be playing a pirate in the sea.

It was this detail that made a dusty memory suddenly appear in Dosta's mind.

He reached out and patted Fei Fei on the shoulder. Fei Fei turned his head and looked at Dosta with a confused look on his face.

"Sir, do you know the most mysterious group of thieves in the Principality of Tar?"

The question was very sudden, and Feifan asked with a confused look on his face!

"Ahem, that's it, sir. The most mysterious group of thieves in the Tarr Principality is called the Dikao Thieves Group! It's a rumor that only the brave men and high-level mercenaries of the Tarr Principality know!"

"The leader of the group, Di Kao, has one eye and a terrible scar on his face! Because the Tarr Principality borders the Elf Forest Country, the people of that principality have handsome men and beautiful women!"

The problem that Troll Dosta wanted to express was almost instantly understood.

Looking up at the high platform, sure enough, all the male musicians in the band are handsome guys, and all the female musicians are pretty girls.

On the day of the Autumn Harvest Festival, a scene of the Dikao Magic Troupe performing on the street appeared in Feifan's eyes. The three female magicians were dressed like daggers on their thighs, which was very suspicious in itself.

The on-site manor guards, plus the high-level insurance officer accompanying Priest Ladonna, were three mid-to-high-level magicians in the academy who had a good relationship with him.

Miss Uvana was escorted by two earth knights, as well as the seventh-level earth swordsman Kama Quite beside Percy.

Even if the leader of the Dikao Thieves Group came in person, the moth would not dare to flutter around.

There was a distance between Percy and Fei Fei's seat. The young master took the initiative to sit at Qi Xiao Xiao's place. It seemed that this boy had some interest in his apprentice Anal.

However, an extraordinarily cautious outlook on life prevailed, and after giving Dosta a few words, the troll left his seat, not knowing where to go.

Shortly after Dosta left, a manor guard at the outermost edge of the small square looked around and disappeared from the place.

Almost at the same time, a one-eyed clown gradually blended into the night.

On a big banyan tree, the great thief Tarot, who was drinking whiskey, sniffed the air, cursed "bad luck", rolled down from the tree, and "sneaked" towards Klin's motorcycle manufacturing yard.

After leaving, Dosta first met Harvey Keith, the captain of the manor guard, and then found Gulie and Francis.

After exchanging a few brief words, the three of them walked quickly towards the gates of the manor in three directions.

What Fei Fei, who was under the high platform, didn't know was that an "internal fight" between high-level thieves was about to take place in his own manor.

The one-eyed scarred thief Dikao was born as a pirate. Looking at the information he had gathered over the past few days, he found the gate of Klin's motorcycle factory within a few minutes.

Picking a lock in the dark is not an easy task for a big thief.

When he came to the assembly room, even at night when he couldn't see his fingers, the big thief's "night vision" skill made everything Dicao saw as clear as daylight.

Reach out and touch the steel shell of the steam locomotive. This locomotive that is about to be completed is prepared for extraordinary people.

The Cannia special steel shell, polished with blue light, feels like the ice skin of a lover, making the strong man Dicao fall in love with it after just one glance.

"Such a powerful steam locomotive is only used as a plaything among nobles. It seems that the Kingdom of Olanto is increasingly declining!"

"There is the 'Pegasus Knights' in the sky, and the 'Iron Motorcycle' Knights are on the ground. The rise of the Principality of Tar cannot be stopped!"

He raised his hand and tried it. It was estimated that the space equipment brought by the big thief Dicao was not enough to fit the steam locomotive in front of him. With a sigh, the big thief turned and walked towards the wooden shelf where the locomotive blueprints were stored.

"die!"

"who?"

Two low shouts were heard in the manufacturing room.

Being able to launch a sneak attack at such a close distance, Dicao knew that the enemy was at least a big thief of the same level as himself.

The thief's aura was so strong that the two daggers first collided with each other, and then coincidentally, two more daggers appeared.

"Stealth", "Backstab", "Fatal Strike"!

"Strike", "Shadow Follows", "Shadow Assault"!

"Puff, puff, puff"

The knife penetrates the flesh, and the stab pierces and bleeds!

After all, Tarot was old and had no physical advantage over the upright and mature Dicao.

Finally, Dicao sold a flaw, withdrew his sword and wanted to leave, but Tarot immediately jumped in to catch up.

"Evasion and counterattack"

He saw Dicao's waist twist unnaturally, and a dagger suddenly appeared in the exposed gap, slashing towards the artery on Tarot's thigh.

"Puff"

The sharp blade stabbed diagonally between Tarot's legs, and hot blood spilled onto the roof.

Now that he was discovered, Dicao was afraid of Tarot's warning and did not dare to stay long. He slid towards the window sill and disappeared from Tarot's blurry vision.

"Hey, I'm old, I'm old!"

Muttering in his mouth, Tarot took out bottles and jars, smeared the coagulated green ointment on more than a dozen wounds, and passed out against the wall.