Night Crow Master

The "fat sheep" lying on the bed, I don't know when, has already woke up.

Lucid's heart trembled, and the pain in the soles of his feet was ignored. He just wanted to block the stabbing dagger.

However, his reaction was slower. When his arms were raised, the cold dagger with a cold light had already penetrated his throat, slitting his trachea and vocal cords.

"Ho ho—"

The foreign body got stuck in the throat and pierced the vocal cords, leaving Lucid with only a **** ho sound.

In the next instant, the fist holding the dagger was lifted vigorously, and at the same time the chin was smashed, the wound on the neck became larger.

Lucid pushed hard at the person in front of him, but the other person seemed to be prepared long ago, and his body twisted slightly, and his shoving was all but the whole person crashed into the opponent's arms, and the pain came from the neck. Intensified another point.

A cold light flashed in Yate's eyes, and the dagger in his hand instantly disappeared from his right hand, and instead, a long sword appeared in his left hand.

Moved his right hand down, held the hilt of the long sword, and pushed hard--

Lucid, who was struggling, stared. The coldness of the sword piercing his body made his body tremble, and the pain of piercing the viscera made him even more shocked.

After all, Lucid is just a thief. Although he has a little fighting experience, he is totally inferior to many virtual game players who have experienced "skill completion" as the main system. In terms of desperation, he is even less inferior to the habit of not dying. Yate who uses the fighting style.

The long sword was pulled out forcefully, knowing that he was not as strong as the opponent, Yate had no plan to keep his hand. The long sword disappeared again, the short dagger appeared in his hand, and he stabbed again at the flustered Lucid.

This time, his attack was blocked.

The flustered Lucid's raised arm served as a shield to block the dagger's stabbing, but he paid the price of two holes in his arm.

"Ho ho—"

The torn vocal cords and trachea made Lucid only make a **** ho.

The thief, who was frightened by Yate's fierceness, turned around in a panic, ready to jump the window to escape.

This method of leaving the back to the enemy in battle is undoubtedly extremely stupid, and any experienced fighter would not do this.

However, although Lucid was a cautious and agile thief, he was not a qualified fighter.

He was hit hard and chose to turn around.

And such a situation, for Yate, is undoubtedly beneficial.

The same iron rod bought from the earl replaced the dagger, was lifted high by Yate, and then—

It smashed heavily on the back of Lucid's head.

The severe pain and dizziness struck together, because the suffocation caused by blood entering the wounded trachea and the weakness caused by a large amount of blood loss caused the thief to plunge into darkness instantly.

Without hesitation, the thief completely lost his voice after several consecutive make-ups.

Seeing the thief lying prone on the window, Yate put his body into the inventory without saying a word.

After experimenting with the containment function of the inventory with the corpses of insects and small animals, he had already thought about how to handle the corpses.

The palm trembled slightly, which was a more realistic world than a virtual game that was limited in bloodiness and realism. It made him trance for a moment, but the next moment, he recovered and immediately prepared to deal with the follow-up work.

He took some blood on the ground, spilled it out the window, and then took off his clothes.

After taking out the water sac from the inventory and washing off the blood on his face and neck, he put on another set of clothes.

Afterwards, he took out a dagger and threw it on the ground, then walked to the position of the window, then turned his head, and gave the order to the black crow, who quietly saw the end from the beginning, and then ordered again:

"Scream, louder."

"Wow-wow -" After being lifted by Yate, the originally quiet black crow immediately flew up and screamed loudly.

The coarse and hoarse crows are so prominent in the town of Sindira late at night.

For other dwellings, this crow croak is only an annoying disturber, but for Old Hawk, this sound represents a different meaning.

He immediately thought of the young man with the crow last night.

The faint noise just now also came to his mind, making him get up immediately, grabbing the weapon, and rushing upstairs.

"Open the door!"

Old Hawk slammed the door of the room where Ater lived, and in a hurry, he did not bring the key.

There was an exclamation, followed by footsteps, making Old Hawk instantly lean towards the front in the choice between "knock open the door" and "go downstairs to get the key".

At this moment, the door in front of me opened.

It was the young man who appeared before his eyes.

Old Hawk pushed open the door hard and looked at the window.

To his surprise, the window was opened.

"Damn! Those **** sewer rats!" Old Hawk yelled. He hadn't thought of it, this was the situation where the thieves entered.

Moonlight poured in from the window and fell on the ground, illuminating the dagger and blood on the floor.

He was taken aback, then walked into the room.

On his rugged face, his messy eyebrows deformed slightly with the movement of his frown. Old Hawk turned his head and looked at Yate still shaking his palms, then glanced at the messy quilt and what's wrong. The crow that stopped chirping also immediately replenished "what happened."

The young man followed his advice and locked the doors and windows, but because of this, he became nervous, with a dagger beside him, ready to defend himself. The nervous young man did not fall asleep all night.

No, it should be asleep.

Hawke looked at the coins that were scattered on the bed reflecting the moonlight, but the money bag did not appear on his waist, nor on his bed...

All this shows that when the thief was stealing the money bag, he awakened the young man. The thief fought with the young man, causing the coins to fall out of the money bag.

After that, the panicked young man stabbed the thief with his dagger.

Afterwards, the crow was frightened and started to scream, but the thief found out that it was not good, and immediately fled with the purse.

However, looking at the blood on the ground, he frowned. This blood is a bit too much...

The smell of blood in the room is also a bit heavy.

Old Hawke glanced at the young man whose name he did not yet know, who was still trembling because of "fear".

Maybe it stabbed the thigh or abdomen? Even the neck?

As for the heart, he didn't think about it. A qualified warrior might not be able to accurately pass his weapon through the protection of his ribs and stab the heart unless he is lucky.

And a panicked young man who has not experienced combat is even more impossible.

Yate stood there with a panic on his face, and his lips trembled, as if he couldn't even speak.

But, in fact, at this time, the heart that was struggling to agitate because of the violent action and killing just now has returned to its original stability.

Except for some discomfort due to the extreme reality, Yate didn't feel anything.

kill? There are not many virtual games, but there are not so many, so real bloodstains.

The number of npc thieves who died under his hand was almost a thousand, not to mention ten thousand.

In addition to other things, more than ten thousand died in his hands.

Killing a thief doesn't make him feel too much ups and downs.

At this time, the occupants of other rooms also gathered in front of Yate’s door. Except for some guys who were asleep because of drunkenness, everyone else looked at Old Hawk’s gloomy face and the open window, and they probably understood. what happened.

"Oh, hell... It's... there are thieves..."

"This is troublesome, Old Hawk's face is ugly."

"Hey! Man, what happened?"

"Yes, what happened?"

The people blocked in front of Yate could see the situation, but the others couldn't see it, so they couldn't help but start whistling.

"Shut up! You idiots!" Hearing the voice coming from outside, Hawke's face sank, and the weapon in his hand pointed at their noses as a roar.

The people stuck in the door broke up because of Old Hawk’s roar. Except for a few good things, they stood in the corridor. After watching Hawke go downstairs with a gloomy face, they looked at Yate’s room, and then went back. Go to the room and continue their sleep.

The Old Hawk Tavern in the middle of the night fell into a deep sleep once again as the black crow Golola stopped being noisy.

After a full sleep, Yate got up early, with a smile on his mouth, and used meditation to take over the sleepiness that had not completely disappeared.

...

The mist covering the town of Sindira gradually dissipated as the sun rose.

When the sunshine brought rare warmth to the town of Sindira, the women got up early and made various preparations, just like those hunters who got up early.

Yate, who looked a little "bad", went downstairs and greeted Hawk, who also had a bad face.

"Hey, Mr. Hawke, I..."

"Oh... I have sent someone to inform the guards in the town." Hawke shook his head, "but don't hold any hope. Those sewer rats are best at hiding. After they succeed, they will You will hide far away, even out of the town of Sindira, you'd better be mentally prepared..."

"Be mentally prepared" means, Yate also understood, looking at the money bag in the inventory and the grid marked with [human corpses], he felt calm.

The excellent acting skills that have been tempered for a long time have no obvious flaws in "Frustrated Art", and Hawke has not seen anything wrong.

This kind tavernkeeper still felt a little guilty in his heart, and the veteran soldier didn't react until the guard arrived.

And Yate, also holding his "last" property-twelve copper coins, "worried" and "excitedly" told the guards and sheriff what had happened to him, with a red-faced and slightly flustered look that made the law and order The officer trusted it.

After a while of comfort, he checked the **** scene and the sheriff in the backyard of the tavern and ordered a follow-up.

After several days of martial law, the thieves in the small town of Sindira were also angry.

They gritted their teeth in search of the bold thief who made a big deal before the "hunting season" arrived.

However, they did not know that the thief could no longer appear.