Chapter 55: Tweet the lady
Although he was moved by seeing some kind of "opportunity", Merron was still a little hesitant at this time.
Because if you want to steal your home when all those people are out, you need to use the pair of boots he just got.
But Mellen hadn't worn the boots yet, so he wasn't sure exactly how it would work.
Of course, this is not the point, it is not certain now, and it will be confirmed after some experiments.
The point is, he needs to wear these boots.
but…
In the rickety carriage, Merron opened the suitcase with the boots of wandering gods, his head was slightly lowered, his nose was cowardly, and a look of disgust flashed on his face.
"This smell is too great..."
What he said when he corrupted Kevin before was not just an excuse.
Inside these boots, it really stinks.
So that people like Melen who have no cleanliness are a little bit helpless...
After a little hesitation, Mellon took out a booklet and a quill, and wrote a sentence on it—
[Within a minute, I will have a lot of luck! 】
There were only 4 points left in the gray fate, but Merron didn't care about it. Instead, he raised his hand and clicked the green fate four times in a row.
[You have acquired the skill - Cleansing Spell (Master)]
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[You have acquired the skill - Silent Spell (Proficient)]
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[You have acquired the skill - Pocket (Proficient)]
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[You have acquired the skill - Metal Item Enchantment (Proficient)]
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At this point, there are 29 points left in the green life.
After seeing the last enchanting skill, Meren did not continue to use it, but pointed his wand at the boots in the box and whispered softly.
"Bright as new."
In the dim moonlight outside the car window, an invisible influence was exerted.
This pair of fine boots then began to have some tiny debris and dust, and even gas was stripped away from the inside and outside.
They rose and floated above the boots, gradually condensed into a smelly ball, and finally fell to the ground beside his feet.
Correspondingly, the boots themselves have become full of brilliance, no longer a little outdated.
After lowering his head and sniffing it carefully, after confirming that there was no smell left, Meren took off the boots he was wearing and put on these magic boots with an exceptionally soft interior.
Then, he pointed his wand at the pair of boots that had been replaced.
This time, the spell was useless, and as an invisible force was exerted, the brown sheepskin boots Meren was wearing were twisted and swelled in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, the boots magically transformed into a very fluffy-looking linen bag!
"It should be able to hold a lot of things." Mellen commented on this.
The ability called a pocket pocket is actually to convert some ordinary clothes into a large pocket, so that you can be in a hurry when you can't find similar things temporarily.
Merron, who was about to steal for the first time in his life, was lucky enough to acquire this skill, which seemed to indicate that his next actions would be full of rewards.
But he still did not officially start the action, but conducted a few channelings using the booklet.
After collecting some scrap information, he felt that there was no problem, and then Merron knocked on the window of the carriage and signaled the driver to move his position.
The cost of this kind of rental carriage is calculated according to the duration, so the driver was not afraid that Mellon would "change the order of the day", so he happily followed his wishes and turned his head towards a certain direction in Graham City.
However, when the carriage arrived at the door of the "Grossen Divination Club" mentioned earlier by Mellen in the dark, the driver discovered that the young man in the carriage had disappeared for some unknown time!
Only on the original seat, a golden coin exists quietly.
"Here, this is a ghost encounter..."
I hadn't heard the slightest movement of opening the door or getting out of the car before, but now I can't see anyone, so the driver looked terrified.
Then he didn't dare to stay here any longer, hurriedly threw the coin worth far more than the fare, and then drove away in a hurry.
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The newly acquired Silent Spell works well and can mask the noises made by yourself and the target item.
However, when Meren cast this magic, he never thought that he would be treated as a ghost by the driver.
Of course, he didn't even bother to think about such trivial matters.
As the moonlight above his head became more and more cold, Merron had quietly arrived at the door of a child welfare home that looked a little gloomy under the night.
Living in this city since he was a child, he is very familiar with Graham City, and a long time ago, Mellen's parents actually had the intention of adopting a sister for him.
So when Merron used the silk thread to see the scenery outside the enemy's window, he had no difficulty in identifying the approximate location—
It was inside this child welfare home, or rather, the orphanage.
"So, if a large group of adults are mixed in an orphanage, will no one find anything abnormal?"
Mellen was surprised by this, but he wasn't here to be a detective now, so he didn't think about it carefully.
After coming to the neighborhood, he did not act in a hurry, but waited for a long time in a dark alley across the street from the orphanage.
Seeing two sneaky figures appearing from the corner of the street not far away, Meren's mind moved and merged his third hand into the boots under his feet.
In an instant, the color of the surrounding world changes!
Just like a large amount of dyes corresponding to the original color of the oil painting suddenly seeped into a fine oil painting, the world that should have been "composed" clearly was soaked into a blur.
Architecture, vegetation, human body, natural environment…
Everything was distorted, and under the hazy perspective, there were some originally invisible shimmers around.
These light distributions are messy, with obvious artifacts.
The most dazzling is the boots under Meren's feet, which emit light like a small sun.
So he guessed that this might be the brilliance of magic.
You can't see it in normal state, but you can see it clearly when you use this pair of Wandering God boots.
It's an excellent artifact for burglary, avoiding magical protection and traps!
But Mellen had already briefly experimented with the boots before he came.
So now he is not affected by the changes around him. Seeing that the two sneaky people have climbed over the wall and entered the orphanage, Meren rushed over without hesitation.
His footsteps are very fast, as if breaking the balance, the surrounding "dye" world is rippling.
But in the blink of an eye, Meren had already rushed to the outer wall of the orphanage, and then rammed into the thick and towering stone brick wall without a single pause.
In the next instant, his figure merged directly into the wall, with no trace left except for a ripple.
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Things went well tonight.
When the two wizards who had betrayed the organization sneaked back to the station during the ambush, and took advantage of the carelessness of a few left-behind personnel, they launched a sneak attack, but in the blink of an eye, they solved the battle!
"I'll just say that the boss looks calm, but he's actually turned into anger and dazzled by hatred."
When stepping over a few dead bodies, one of the young wizards with short braids smiled and said to his companion: "He doesn't even think about it, does everyone really like him, loyal to the nun?"
"It's not loyalty, it's love."
The young wizard's companion was a middle-aged wizard with a hooked nose, after hearing this, he sneered: "I still don't understand, how can the nun have such an unrealistic idea with so many experts under his command? ?"
"It's not unrealistic, I think the nun actually values him very much."
The two hurriedly walked towards the "treasure house" without delaying chatting.
Or rather, they are using small talk to ease the pressure on the betraying group.
"Otherwise, he wouldn't have been assigned the task of Graham City, you know? The nuns take things here very seriously."
"If it weren't for the fact that Fort St. Grant couldn't get away, she might have been there in person."
"What the **** is going on over there at Fort St. Grant?"
"How do I know this? But everyone said that it may have something to do with what the madmen of the Truth Sect want to do..."
The two were not far from the treasure house, and while they were talking, they had reached their destination.
It was a very ordinary-looking silver-gray steel gate, embedded at the end of a stone corridor. There was no light around, and it was dark, which made the place look extraordinarily dark.
"There are a lot of magic traps here, we have to be careful next."
The middle-aged wizard said cautiously.
But in fact, the two of them had already expected this...
After all, everyone has accumulated wealth for half a lifetime. Although I don’t think it will be stolen, it is still in case.
However, relying on the identity of the inner ghost, they actually have a little understanding of the trap layout in this place.
Coupled with the middle-aged wizard who was instigated by the young wizard, he was an expert in magic enchantment and traps.
So although it took a little time, they finally stood in front of the iron gate smoothly.
Then, they started to stand still.
"There should be a trigger magic trap attached to this door."
After taking a few glances, the middle-aged wizard said: "Very strong, very powerful."
"Can't you crack it too?" the young wizard hurriedly asked.
"You need to use arithmetic divination and logical channeling." The middle-aged wizard replied.
"But I remember, don't you know this?"
"It will be, but it may take a long time, in case the boss and the others come back..."
"...You don't want me to leave here to follow you, right?" The young wizard heard a hint of vigilance in his eyes.
"I don't think it's necessary. The boss attaches great importance to this ambush, and it is impossible to come back in a short time."
"What if? What if the disguise we made before is seen through and the boss notices something abnormal?"
"Then can't you move faster?"
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Are they stupid?
While the two wizards were talking, Meren, who was "invisible", had come out from behind the wall with a bulging linen bag on his back.
Hearing these two guys seem to be arguing, but in fact they are full of distrustful conversations, I can't help but glance at them in surprise.
On such occasions, there is still the mind to delay time, but it is really too long.
If they can betray together, shouldn't the relationship between them be very good?
Why is there no tacit understanding?
Or, are the things in the treasury really valuable?
If you are thinking about it, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Merron didn't bother to listen to the endless quarrel between these two doomed idiots.
Turning around, he rushed directly from the side wall to a small square outside, then looked around, and hurriedly walked towards the outside of the orphanage.
Things went very smoothly before, and Merron didn't even encounter the slightest obstacle, and ran into the treasure trove.
Then he put a bunch of magic bags in a sealed state into the bag he was carrying.
During this period, he encountered many magical traps, but with the magical boots under his feet, Meren could see those traps as nothing.
In other words, as long as there are gaps and loopholes between the traps, he can get through it smoothly without being triggered at all.
"Such awesome boots are given away, the Felix family is really rich..."
When he left the vicinity of the orphanage and stopped in a remote alley, Meren unconsciously flashed this thought in his mind.
But then he didn't think about whether there were some or not, and he didn't choose to unpack the bag at his feet to check the harvest.
Instead, he took out the book of secret words and contacted his teacher.
"Accidentally" discovered the enemy's lair in Graham City, and after going in and searching, he certainly wouldn't neglect to tell Mrs. Chelsea about it.
After all, these people were involved in her assassination.
At the same time, about Arthur tonight, Mellon is also ready to talk and listen to the teacher together.
However, considering to maintain a good image of himself in the eyes of his wife, Mellon needs to do some artistic processing on his next speech.
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At the same time, Mrs. Chelsea's side is actually sending people to track down those who slipped through the net.