"Sorry, it seems that you know the rules of warlocks, and you obviously haven't been able to give us a fatal trust. {Chinese.

｝” Lulu shrugged.

"Well, Anne, you give me an invisibility, I'll deal with four in the guard room, you give yourself an invisibility, and then kill three people in the other room, how about it."

"No problem." Anne nodded and began casting spells.

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"ha!"

After yawning, Mike stood up from the sofa, and the captain on the other side looked at him: "Where are you going?"

"I'll make a cup of tea." Walking to the kettle in the room, Mike continued to yawn. As a whistle guard, he hadn't slept well recently. He always felt like a young man was having a nightmare to make a cup of chrysanthemum tea for himself. This is a kind of tea brought by a foreigner, and it is said that he can effectively deal with all kinds of fevers.

Well, as a child in a slum, he, like many indigenous people, didn’t know what the hell is in clearing heat and dissipating fire in the mouths of people from other countries. However, every time he felt that his throat was smoking, it would definitely be a miraculous effect. Mike loves this kind of tea so much.

"Captain, do you want tea?"

"No, the things that girls drink are not suitable for me, Mike, help me get a bottle of the best oriental spirits! My bones are almost frozen and broken! What are those scattered stuff in the basement!"

"God knows what those warlocks of the foreigners and our native warlocks are doing, but I think the warehouse seems to be getting colder and colder recently. Should we add some firewood to the fire?" Mike didn't know what was happening in the basement, because the basement did not allow ordinary members of the Thieves Guild to go down. A ghost summoned by the warlocks looked at the door of the basement. Mike said that he would never joke about his life and take a look.

"This is a good idea, Jerry! Add more firewood to the stove."

"No problem, captain." The middle-aged man sitting on the sofa beside the fire stood up and turned to the fire to start adding fire. The crackling sound of fire when the fire made the young man feel warm for no reason.

"Captain, where are your wine bottles placed."

"The bottom layer, inside the corner."

Mike followed the guidance. Finally, he turned out a small bottle at the bottom of the counter. This small bottle made of glass has been a few years ago. At least twelve years ago, Mike saw this small bottle from the captain when he first became a member of the guild. It contained the spirits made by Tangren from the southern turbulent times. The name is very strange. What is it... the pot head with two heads?

Ah, God knows what the name means. Anyway, the captain likes it very much. Every week, he goes to the Tangren store on the market to refille this small bottle.

When Mike picked up the wine and his chrysanthemum tea, he turned around and walked towards the captain. He noticed that his half-elf teammate Varian was sitting on the sofa in the corner, lowering his head...it seemed to be sleeping.

Mike was a little curious about how this half-elf who usually doesn't sleep until midnight would fall asleep in the afternoon... Forget it, why do other people do so much? As long as he can get up immediately when the enemy invades.

Thinking of this, Mike, who walked to his captain, handed the small bottle of liquor to his captain, and the latter reached out to pick it up. Mike heard the sound of the door closing in the room on the other side. So as a member of the guild for fifteen years, the young man, who is still only twenty-seven years old, turned his head and looked at the door. From here, he could clearly see that the door had been taken.

Then the captain suddenly took the bottle from his hand, and Mike, who had not yet reacted, was taken to the ground. Then the huge pain from his neck told his brain and what kind of damage his body had been hurt.

The neck was penetrated by crossbow arrows, and the torn wounds and constant bleeding were taking away life. The huge pain from the wound made the young man who could not scream roll in pain. While rolling, he saw his captain, who was still half a sleeve arrow on his forehead, and the white-headed man was still looking at each other with his dying young man.

Jerry!

The young man twisted his body and looked at his teammates by the fire, and then he realized that there was an extra flying axe on his back, so he was embracing the fire passionately at this moment.

Varian!

The young man turned to the other side. Then he found that the murderer was pulling a dagger from the back of the half-elf Varian... How could it be... He obviously didn't smell the blood, but the young man gradually blurred his vision in pain and regret, and finally stopped struggling.

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Drawing a dagger from the half-elf's back, Masce blinked at the member of the Thieves Guild who was covering his neck on the ground and he was dead. Without even wasting Masce bent down and made up for a knife. The blunt-headed crossbow arrow turned the young man's neck into a big hole. He was already extremely physically ill after being able to roll for so long.

The crackling sound of firewood when it was burned covered the small sound of the cat when it was stabbed. The dagger cast with an ice weapon (the first-level spell of the shaman) directly destroyed the victim's heart after it pierced into the body. At the same time, the frozen wound and the inside also prevented the flow of blood. This is why the young man did not find any abnormality when he walked past half of the elf.

He glanced at the corpse in the fire. He gave up recycling the flying axe and planned to Marceau turned around and walked out of the room. At the same time, Anne also pushed open the door and decorated the room into a living hell girl and smiled at Marceau.

"My God, you really know how to play." The monk who walked into the guard room first sighed: "I have never seen any thief who can play better than you, Marceau."

"It's because of talent, then again, have you ever seen the basement in your previous dungeon?"

"I have never seen the basement." As he answered, he walked into the room on the other side, the dwarf Wesley immediately took a breath: "My God, look at the blood on this wall, Anne, you are more than all the blood on a person's body.

"It's just a one-hit deal. That half-length person is small. I didn't take it away when I finally took the opportunity to kill him." Annie said embarrassedly.

"...I haven't seen any basement, Marceau, what do you want to ask about this." After looking at the room where the dwarf had commented, the barbarian girl covered her mouth: "And... let me spit it out."

"Maso, what do you want to do in the basement?" Luo Zhengcheng glanced at the room, then forced the disgusting Paladin to turn his head and look at Maso and asked.

The cat shrugged: "I think we're in trouble, maybe this is a hidden copy."
Chapter completed!