Free Web NovelChapter 1198: Chapter 302: Whirlpool VI_2
Magdal felt her heart clench tightly; she knew that if she hesitated even for a moment, she would likely not escape unharmed. Moreover, the implications of this secret were too significant; she had to inform others.
Wood Main Priest?
Magdal suddenly found herself feeling a bit afraid. She was momentarily unsure whether the prominent figure who was both a mentor and a friend to her was also involved. Instantly, another image flashed across her mind—a lord who was too young to be true.
But is there still time?
The nun princess’s heart raced, and she couldn’t help but turn back to look. But upon this glance, time seemed to freeze before her eyes. She first saw Marquis Youxi close at hand, looking at her with a slightly regretful expression, and then she saw the icy sharp sword in his hand.
"Don’t..."
Tears streamed uncontrollably down Magdal’s face. For the first time, she found that she wasn’t so eager to die; she wanted to live, even if it meant returning to her hometown to lead a peaceful life.
The sword pierced through her heart from behind.
The Princess of Antobro felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and then the pain began to spread, "Sorry, Griffith..."
Darkness gradually encroached into her vision.
...
In the inner courtyard of the Ande Fulei Grand Temple, on a pitch-black rainy night, raindrops fell from the skylight like streams of silver threads, washing over the trees in the courtyard. However, amidst the bushes, there came the sound of two people whispering.
"Hey, Jill. I must say, isn’t what we’re doing a bit too risky here? This is the Holy Temple, after all; just imagine, those big shots could crush us like bugs with a flick of their fingers."
An unnoticed part under the bushes suddenly shifted, and then the whole section sank down. It looked like a hole opened up in a mud puddle, and the water and soil from the ground poured in—
"Quick, get out of the way!"
"Keep your voice down, ah—"
"Ugh... pfft pfft, I told you earlier that you shouldn’t go out when it’s raining, especially tonight. My new clothes are soaked through, look, they’re all muddy. It’s ruined."
"Br, that piece of clothing was stolen by you." A voice kindly reminded.
"That’s not the point, anyway, what’s the difference between buying or stealing? In the end, people still have to pay for the stolen goods, okay, changing the subject—I mean, the passage you discovered is completely unreliable. At least, whoever designed it didn’t consider the possibility of water getting in. In my view, either their brain is as waterlogged as my clothes, or this is just the work of a stupid thief."
The voice paused, "Just like us."
"We’re not some small-time thieves; we’re grand thieves."
"Oh, come on, Jill, we’re just small-time thieves," the first voice drawled lazily.
"Once we’ve done this job, we’ll be grand thieves. Wait, someone’s coming, shut up!" A small head poked out from the hole under the bushes; one had to admit the rain outside was quite heavy, thoroughly soaking the hair on the head in no time.
However, the young man known as Jill seemed not to notice. If you observed him closely, you would see he had a pair of unusually large, bright green eyes. Yes, this was a Big Elf. The biggest kind among elf-like creatures, if you don’t pay special attention to their eyes, you might mistake them for Half-man. But without those hairy hands and feet.
In any story from Vorn, elves were a beautiful race, and their distant relatives, the elves, were embodiments of beauty. It must be said that Big Elves were equally exquisite and gorgeous races, though unfortunately, they had a bad reputation.
If the Half-men who wandered the continent living without permanent residences were lazy, then the Big Elf race was practically a home for thieves; in legends about them, nine out of ten were related to master thieves.
Of course, while master thieves are enviable, petty thieves in real life don’t have such good reputations.
Jill and Br were proud members of the Ambeser widespread underground and dark Thieves’ Guild. Of course, pride was debatable, but being fearlessly audacious was definite. Jill acquired a map by chance, which was actually a design drawing—one that depicted the secret passages beneath the Holy Temple.
This was no ordinary item.
If it were in the hands of an ordinary person, they would definitely hide it away safely, or perhaps burn it, or quickly sell it for a good price to avoid inviting trouble. But Jill immediately came up with a plan that could be described as ’a model for thieves’:
He decided to sneak into the Holy Temple and pull off a big heist!
This was simply insane.
Of course, to Big Elves it seemed perfectly natural. Within their ethics and morals, all wealth in the world is without an owner, and those with ’virtue’ obtain it. What this ’virtue’ actually is, is hard to say.
Jill cautiously peered out, borrowing the faint glow available on the rainy night—Big Elves have vision a hundred times better than humans, in fact, even in darkness they can see clearly. But the torrential rain severely hindered his observation, and it wasn’t until the approaching footsteps sounded very close that he shook his ears and discerned they were coming his way.
"Shh!" He quickly turned back and made a quieting gesture to his companion. Br’s big mouth was quite notorious in the Thieves’ Guild, and on one occasion... no, several times, it was because of his talkativeness that led to failed attempts.
Jill thought if it weren’t for his talkative partner, the two would have spent at least half the time in Ambeser’s jails.
Luckily, this time Br seemed quite subdued; perhaps it was because he was occupied with cleaning the mud off his ’new clothes’.
Jill quickly widened his eyes; he saw three people walking out from the darkness, one behind the other. One of them seemed to be carrying something on his back. The three came to the other side of the courtyard and stopped, then opened a hatch on the ground. It was another exit of the secret passage; Jill had a good memory, or it could be said it was the ’nightingale’s basic skill.
In the rain curtain, the person carrying the sack quickly put the items down. A person said, "This matter is too important, leave it here first, after Wood leaves, I will naturally find a way to send it out."
"Will Wood Main Priest suspect?" A muffled voice asked quietly, a voice so small that if it weren’t for Jill’s sharp, large ears, he might not have heard it clearly.
"Don’t worry, Magda has often been secretly leaving the Holy Temple these days, by the time tomorrow’s chaos happens, others will naturally assume she’s gone missing in the confusion."
The three exchanged a few words in the rain, but on this end, Jill’s heart was already ablaze, "By Martha’s grace, the ’treasure’ they buried is actually related to the Great Priest!"—as a qualified Ambeser person, especially one who has had upper nobles in his thoughts day and night like a thief, he certainly knew what the name ’Wood’ represented.
He didn’t even fully catch what was said later, and once the three left, he eagerly crawled down to tug on his partner excitedly, calling out, "Did you hear that, Br, we’re going to be rich this time!"
"Yeah," Br replied irritably, "let’s hope the trouble isn’t equally huge."
"Risk and reward go hand in hand, my partner."
...(To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast recommendation tickets, monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation.)
