Son of the Olden Days

At the moment, Shuggs was the only one left in the empty aisle.

The noise in the rooms on both sides of the aisle continued, but in Shuggs's perception, the whole world seemed to suddenly fall into a dead silence, leaving only his own heartbeat.

His plan is not complicated, he took advantage of the opportunity of the post to unlock and sneak into the storage room.

Stole the food and pack it and buried it in the guild’s garbage dump. During the night’s meal time, the two guarding the main entrance went down to change the guard, pretending to go out to smuggle the food out of the guild and hide it in a hidden corner of the lane. To come back.

When he stayed in the guild until he could leave naturally, everything would settle down.

There must be flaws in this seemingly crude plan, but Shuggs believes that no matter how the layout is changed, the difficulty of this matter is still the same.

After all, you have to steal something from a guild where a group of professional thieves gather. It's like stealing an egg in a dragon's lair. Either you eat the egg or the dragon eats you.

He used this method many times before, sometimes it was a small bag of beans, sometimes it was a few slices of dried bread, etc., and it has been safe to this day.

However, Schuges knew very well that after digging too many graves, he would eventually encounter ghosts, so this vote should be his last masterpiece. Even if the guild did not discover the theft afterwards, he would stay silent for a long time.

The reason why he had to take up the post instead of doing it in his own post was only because Shuggs wanted to muddy the water by the way.

For example, now, the good old man Tyre has divided half of the suspicions of this matter.

If you are lucky, the food theft situation can break out in two days, and several groups of people will have been changed by then, and most people in the entire guild will be put under suspicion.

In short, the greater the scope of the suspicion, the safer he is relative.

He took out the unlocking tool from the belt interlayer and felt his hands tremble slightly. Shuggs breathed out a long breath silently, forcibly suppressing the tension and restlessness in his heart.

This kind of risk taking is not the same as desperately working with the poor. In the face of ordinary people, he may still be able to retreat with some skills, but if this matter is exposed, he will undoubtedly die.

With his hands behind his back, Shuggs inserted the tool into the keyhole with his feeling.

On the surface, he seems to be on duty at the moment, but the standing posture with his hands behind his back and the expression of looking straight ahead are too strict and rigid.

Realizing this, Shuggs opened his mouth and moved his lower muscles while unlocking the lock, making his expression softer.

"Click."

After a while, with a faint metal crash, Shuggs felt the lock loose and the door of the storage room opened.

Finally, he glanced at the rooms with closed doors on both sides of the aisle, and Shuggs retreated, as if a swaying ghost instantly disappeared into the storage room door, and then the door panel closed again silently.

From the moment he opened the door of the storage room, there was not much time left for him.

At this moment, anyone outside may unintentionally open the door and come to the aisle. The unattended situation will be clear at a glance, and the plan will naturally be revealed.

Although the entire theft process did not take a long time, everything that followed was a random event, and there was no specific rule or time difference to grasp, which was considered the most unstable and dangerous part of the entire plan.

And finally there is a difficulty. After the theft is successful, I have to carry the packed food across the road and rush into the garbage room, dig up the garbage and bury the food. Once the process is hit by anyone...

In the darkness, Shuggs shook his head decisively, forcibly dispelling all the subconscious bad conjectures in his mind.

The only important thing now is that no matter what you want to do, the speed must be fast.

The ancient wooden floor has not known how many years have passed, and a slight weight may cause a rotten cracking sound. Shuggs carefully paid attention to every detail, groping in the dark with memory.

Although his vision was limited, the layout of the storage room was already in his mind.

This temporary storage room is about the size of the two prayer rooms in the monastery and is relatively empty.

There are piles of sundries and old tables and chairs on both sides of the wall. Food should be stacked randomly on the empty floor in the middle of the room in front of the old fireplace. There are also a variety of drinks and the like next to it.

Soon, a few upside-down or upright cloth pockets entered Shuggs' dark vision.

He quickly pulled out the empty cloth bag he had prepared in advance from the placket and shook it silently, ready to do it.

It is naturally impossible for Shuggs to move all the food here, so he can only pick a part of the many omnivores, and then fill his empty cloth bag.

The weight of the whole bag is not too conspicuous compared to the total amount of food, but it is already many times the amount that Shuggs has quietly taken away in the past.

As for the ultimate impact of this incident, if the Guild finds out the theft, there will definitely be some or even a few unlucky ghosts implicated, but it does not matter.

In Schugs's heart, his own survival trumps everything.

Do not lift **** and flicked on the surface of the cloth bag, judging from the touch that this should be a bag of sand beans, Shuggs quickly turned his target to the next cloth bag, and quickly found the jerky that he cared about most by groping.

Just as he stretched out his hand to pull the rope at the mouth of the bag, a voice suddenly came from the dark corner of the storage room.

"It seems that your unlocking skills have yet to be tempered. It's too slow."

In the darkness, Shuggs, who was unpacking his bag, suddenly stiffened, and huge fear instantly enveloped him.

That was the voice of the fangs of the thieves' guild president.

Shuggs, who is not even an official member of the guild, is naturally not a person of the same level as the other party, and has never been awarded the honor of talking with the guild leader in the past.

However, Shuggs has participated in regular guild meetings many times. Although most of the time it was the guild leader's remarks, guild members listened, and it is not difficult to remember the slightly hoarse, thick voice of the fang leader.

Cold sweat dripped down his cheeks, and Shuggs began to tremble uncontrollably, as if a bucket full of glacial water was poured over his head. This trembling has never stopped since the beginning.

Since the guild leader appeared here at the moment, Shuggs knew that his path had finally come to an end.

In the face of certain interests, people always ignore those bad luck that may come, and use fluke to paralyze and inspire themselves.

Before the start of the theft plan, Shuggs had made some preparations, mainly psychologically, and naturally had an expectation of the outcome of the failure.

But he felt that now that he had made up his mind, no matter whether it was bitter wine or poison waiting in front, he could just drink it.

Don't real men live like that all the time?

At this moment, it was really life and death that he realized how ridiculous the previous hypothetical determination was, and he was far less rigid than he thought, able to cross the boundary of death with a smile.

There was a bitter taste in his mouth, and Shuggs didn't want to die, he died at this age, and died on such little things that are not reputed.

What's more, he just got rid of loneliness not long ago, and he still has too many expectations and fantasies about life.

At this moment Shuggs wanted to turn around and flee, but he didn't dare. The remaining reason is warning him that President Fang Fang is definitely not the kind of person who will say hello to you and then watch you leave safely.

"Shoo~"

The densely woven felt cloth was lifted, and a copper oil lamp that had not been extinguished but was temporarily covered was exposed again to the darkness.

The sudden light made Shuggs squinted, and subconsciously raised his hand to block him.

When his sight gradually adjusted, Shuggs discovered that there were actually four people in the entire room, including himself. This made him extremely grateful that if he moved a little bit earlier, he would undoubtedly be dead at the moment.

As Shuggs expected, too many grave digs will eventually encounter ghosts, and now, ghosts are here.

The president's fangs are located in the right corner of the inner side of the room.

This middle-aged man has an affinity smile on his face as always, his short, neatly combed hair is meticulously combed, and a set of self-cultivation and decent leather hunting suit makes him exude an almost elegant temperament.

At this moment, he was holding his hands, his legs crossed on the table in front of him, the two legs of the chair under his hips were resting on the ground, and the cocked part was keeping balance and swaying leisurely in the air.

On the left corner is Freel, the deacon of the Thieves Guild. He is sitting on an old table, with one leg horizontally on the table, and the other leg hanging down casually as if there is nowhere to lay his head. His head half leaning against the wall looks like More like a melancholy troubadour.

In the impression of Hughes, he has always been a small person in the guild. It seems that he has been busy with guild affairs most of the time, and occasionally communicates with guild members is also reluctant to speak, but in fact, his external image is very good at talking.

The last one, located in the corner behind Shuggs near the door of the storage room, is also the person that Shuggs hates most in the entire guild, the vice president chain.

The nickname "Chain" is not without reason for this full-faced man.

It is said that when he was an idle mercenary before joining the Thieves Guild, he was keen on fighting and seemed to have some experience in killing people.

When his enemy loses the ability to resist, he likes to wrap the target's neck with a chain, and then hold the opponent's back with his knees from behind, and force both sides while tightening the chain with his arms, eventually strangling the opponent.

Chains is very addicted to this killing technique, because it can deprive the other party of the last decent to a great extent.

Most of the deceased were in embarrassment, their complexion was bruised and swollen, their mouths and noses were bleeding, their long tongues were sticking out, and in severe cases they could become incontinent.

The cruel and perverted taste is not the biggest reason for Shuggs to hate him, but because Chains is especially vicious and jealous, and all the people around him who are more capable than him are his potential enemies.

Because of this, Izer, who is low-key but strong, naturally stands on the opposite side of the chain. On the surface, the chain is holding Izer's shoulders to make a happy drink, but secretly, black hands continue.

Since Izer disappeared, for the dog's legs of Izer, Shuggs, the chain was very bruised and swollen after being repaired several times by the chain.

The expression on Chains was a little disappointed at the moment. I thought that this hunt would be a hard-handed hand from other forces in the town, but it was just a little mouse in the guild.

But seeing Shuggs stepping on the line, his expression immediately became excited again.

A bunch of thick twine was flapped with his palm, and the chain came forward with a smile.

Hold the two ends of the rope and squeeze it toward the middle. The middle of the rope naturally bends in a cross-shaped ring.

Gently put the ring on Shuggs's neck, which was still trembling involuntarily, the expression of the chain looked gentle, like putting a coat on a cold lover.

He is looking forward to what Shuggs will do when the rope is tightened. Will it twitch in the air like a small insect hanged by spider silk?

The imagination and pleasure brought about by this kind of alternative killing cannot be brought to him by a stunner woman.

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