Night Raven Master

Chapter 16 Hunting Thieves
The "fat sheep" lying on the bed woke up at some point.

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

However, his reaction was still a little slow. When his arms were raised, the cold dagger with a cold light had pierced his throat, cutting his trachea and vocal cords.

"Ho ho-"

A foreign object stuck in his throat pierced his vocal cords, causing Lucid to make a ho-ho sound.

The next moment, the fist holding the dagger was lifted vigorously, and at the same time as the jaw was smashed, the wound on the neck also became bigger.

Lucid pushed vigorously at the man in front of him, but the man seemed to have been prepared for a long time, his body twisted slightly, his pushing movement was in vain, and instead he slammed into the man's arms, and the pain from the neck Another point intensified.

There was a cold light in Art's eyes, and the dagger in his hand disappeared instantly from his right hand, and then, a long sword appeared in his left hand.

The right hand moved down, grasped the hilt of the long sword, and pushed hard——

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

After all, Lucid is just a thief. Although he has a little fighting experience, it is completely inferior to the virtual game players who have experienced many "skill completion"-based systems. Art, who uses a desperate style of play.

The long sword was pulled out forcefully, and Yate, who knew that his strength was not as good as the opponent, had no intention of keeping his hand. The long sword disappeared again, and the short dagger appeared in his hand, stabbing at the flustered Lucid again.

This time, his attack was blocked.

The flustered Lucid's raised arm used as a shield to block the dagger's thrust, but he also paid the price of being pierced with two holes in his arm.

"Ho ho-"

With broken vocal cords and trachea, Lucid could only make a ho-ho sound.

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

This practice of leaving the enemy behind in battle is undoubtedly extremely stupid, and any experienced fighter would never do this.

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

After being hit hard, he chose to turn around.

And such a situation is undoubtedly beneficial to Yate.

The iron rod, which was also bought from the earl, replaced the dagger, and was held up high by Art, and then——

It hit Lucid hard on the back of the head.

Severe pain and dizziness struck together, because the suffocation caused by blood entering the injured trachea and the weakness caused by massive blood loss plunged the thief into darkness instantly.

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

Looking at the thief lying on the window, Yate immediately put his body into the inventory without saying a word.

He has experimented with the containment function of the inventory with the corpses of insects and small animals, and he has already thought about how to deal with the corpses.

His palm trembled slightly. This was a more real world than a virtual game with limited blood and realism. He was in a trance for a moment, but the next moment, he recovered and was immediately ready to deal with the follow-up work.

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

After taking out the water bag in the inventory and washing the blood on his face and neck, he changed into another set of clothes.

Afterwards, he took out a dagger, threw it on the ground, and then walked to the window, then turned his head, and ordered again to the black crow Glora who had been ordered by him, quietly seeing from the beginning to the end:

"Call it louder."

"Wow-wow--" After the restriction was lifted by Art, the originally quiet black crow immediately flew up and croaked loudly.

The rough and hoarse crows are so prominent in the late night of Sindila Town.

For other dwellings, this crowing is just an annoying disturber, but for Old Hawke, the meaning of this sound is different.

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

The faint sound just now also came to mind, which made him get up immediately, grabbed the weapon and rushed upstairs.

"Open the door!"

Old Hawk slammed his fist on the door of the room where Art lived, and in a hurry, he didn't bring the key.

There was an exclamation from inside, followed by the sound of footsteps, which made Old Hawk instantly favor the former in the choice between "bump open the door" and "go downstairs to get the key".

Just then, the door in front of him opened.

It was the young man who appeared in front of his eyes.

Old Hawk pushed the door open and looked towards the window.

As he expected, the window was opened.

"Damn it! Those damned sewer rats!" Old Hawk cursed angrily. He didn't expect that this was the case of thieves entering.

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

He froze for a moment, then walked into the room.

On the rough face, the messy eyebrows deformed slightly with his frowning movements. Old Hawke turned his head, looked at Art, whose palms were still trembling, and took another look at the messy quilt, and the unsightly The crow, which kept chirping, immediately imagined "what happened".

The young man followed his advice and locked the doors and windows, but because of this incident, he became nervous. There was a dagger by his side for self-defense. The nervous young man didn't fall asleep all night.

No, it should be asleep.

Hawke looked at the coins scattered on the bed, reflecting the moonlight, but the money bag was not on his waist, nor on his bed.
All this shows that when the thief was stealing the money bag, he woke up the young man. The thief and the young man had a fight, causing the coins to fall out of the money bag.

Afterwards, the panicked young man stabbed the thief with his own dagger.

Afterwards, the crow was frightened and began to cry, and the thief realized that it was not good, and fled immediately with the money bag.

However, looking at the blood on the ground, he frowned. There was a lot of blood.
The smell of blood in the room is also a bit heavy.

Old Hawk glanced at the young man whose name he didn't know yet with some doubts, and the other party was still trembling because of "fear".

Perhaps a stab in the thigh or stomach?Even the neck?
As for the heart, he didn't think about it. A qualified fighter may not be able to let his weapon pass through the protection of the ribs accurately and stab the heart, unless he is lucky.

And a flustered young man who has never experienced fighting is even more impossible.

Art stood there with a "panic" face, his lips trembling, as if he couldn't even speak.

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

Apart from some discomfort from the extreme reality, Art didn't feel anything.

kill?There are not many in the virtual game, but there are not so many and so real bloodstains.

Not to mention ten thousand, there were almost a thousand npc thieves who died under his hands.

Including others, more than [-] people died at his hands.

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

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

"Oh, hell. There are thieves."

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

"Hey man, what's going on?"

"Yeah, what happened?"

The people blocking Yate's door could see the situation, but the people behind couldn't, and couldn't help but start whining.

"Shut up! You bunch of idiots!" Hearing the voice from outside, Hawke's face darkened, pointing the weapon in his hand at their noses, just yelling.

The people blocking the door dispersed because of Old Hawk's roar, except for a few good people who were still standing in the corridor. They watched Hawke go downstairs with a gloomy face, looked at Art's room, and then went back To the room, continue their sleep.

In the middle of the night, the Old Hawke Tavern fell into a deep sleep once again as Gloria the Crow stopped making noise.

After a good night's sleep, Art woke up early, with a smile on his lips, and used meditation to take over the sleepiness that had not completely dissipated.

The fog that shrouded the town of Syndira gradually dissipated as the sun rose.

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

Art, who had a "bad" face, went downstairs and said hello to Hawk, who also had a bad face.

"Hey, Mr. Hawke, I'm..."

"Well, I've sent someone to notify the guards in the town." Hawke shook his head, "But don't hold on to any hope, those sewer rats are best at hiding, and once they succeed, they will hide far away Yes, even ran out of Syndira Town, you'd better be mentally prepared."

Yate also understood what "be mentally prepared" meant. Looking at the money bag in the inventory and the grid marked with [Human Corpse], he felt calm.

The excellent acting skills honed for a long time have no obvious flaws in "Frustrated Art", and Hawke didn't see anything wrong.

The kind tavern owner still felt a little guilty, and the old soldier didn't react until the guards arrived.

And Yate, also holding his "last" property - twelve copper coins, "anxiously" and "excitedly" told the guards and the sheriff what happened to him, with a red-faced and slightly flustered look, let the security The officer trusted.

After a while of consolation, he checked the blood-stained scene and the sheriff in the backyard of the tavern, and ordered an investigation.

Several days of martial law made the thieves in the small town of Syndira angry.

Gritting their teeth, they searched for the daring thief who made a big deal before the "hunting season".

However, they didn't know that it was impossible for that thief to appear again.

(End of this chapter)