As expected.
When Søren went out in Stealth and pretended to be passing by, there were already two fully-armed guards standing at the entrance.
There must be something valuable in there!
Since there was no other way, Søren could only look for his next target. There were plenty of opportunities to pick locks in the docks, enough for him to level up his Rogue class to Level 3. Once he reached Level 3, normal locks would no longer be able to improve his Rogue skills. He would have to find a way to sneak into Amber City and pick locks that were more advanced.
However, having the ability of a Level 3 Thief was more than enough. Under normal circumstances, there would be a hidden treasure cave near every city.
Other than traps and monsters, there would also be a treasure chest.
That was the only rare item that players could obtain in the early stages of the game, and its value would definitely be shocking!
Under normal circumstances.
Such a treasure cave would require a team of Level 5 Adventurers to take it down, but this was the advantage of a Rogue. If they were skilled enough, even a Level 3 Rogue could sneak in alone. Caves were a special geographical environment, and Rogues would have a + 5 bonus to their Stealth ability. The dark caves would make it easier for them to go into Stealth.
All of the skill points were allocated to Stealth.
Søren immediately increased Stealth to 68 points. Steal was not very useful at the moment, and 35 points were enough for him to steal from slower targets. This was a piece of cake for a Legendary Rogue. Søren could easily determine which pot-bellied merchants would not notice him stealing. As for Pick Locks, he already had 45 points, which was more than enough for him to deal with normal locks. He would only need to level it up when he entered Amber City.
The lowest skill was Trap. It was fine for disarming simple alarms, but it would not be enough to deal with the traps in the treasure cave!
The next time Søren leveled up, he would need to increase Trap to 30 points.
… … …
"If that's the case …"
"When the Rogue class reaches Level 3, I'll be able to obtain an additional class ability."
Søren's figure wandered around the crowd. When he came out, he had a few Silver Derahls in his hand. With 20 points of Dexterity, he could steal whatever he wanted before anyone could react. Not to mention, he also had two very good personal abilities.
"Nimble Left Hand [Personal Ability]: Rogues have developed an extremely nimble left hand after a long period of training. Permanently increases their Dexterity by 1 point. At the same time, they gain an additional 3 points when stealing, picking locks, and disarming traps."
(It is said that the exercise of a certain waste paper can also train the dexterity of the hands. Alternating the use of both hands can increase the dexterity of the hands by 2 points. However, one must be immune to the Constitution test, otherwise the Constitution will be reduced by 3 points.)
"Eidetic Memory [Personal Ability]: Long-term training allows you to have eidetic memory. You can easily remember the targets you've seen. Permanently increases Intelligence by 1 point and gains an additional 3 points during Memory Judgement."
(If you can remember the names of more than 100 actresses, your intelligence will be permanently increased by 3 points, but your charm will be decreased by 5 points. There is a chance to learn the Obscene Aura.)
(Please ignore the contents in brackets. Stupa!)
The former was a very rare personal specialty.
The latter, on the other hand, was a special specialty that could be cultivated but was not so easy to obtain.
Many spellcasters had spent a lot of effort to train themselves to obtain the Eidetic Memory ability.
A day passed quickly.
Søren broke more than a dozen locks in the dock area and stole some valuables at the same time.
If it was in the past, there would be people coming over to collect the tributes. There were one or two Level 5 Warriors in the guild, and Søren was no match for them at all. A qualified Warrior would have at least 15 points of Strength, and they would also have a very good weapon specialty as well as the corresponding combat skills. Warriors with Level 5 and above had special combat talents, and their Strength could reach more than 18 points. Søren in the past had not undergone any professional combat training, so he was no match for them at all.
There were no guilds to exploit him, and all these things belonged to him alone!
It was a relatively good income.
Søren stole a total of 12 Silver Derahls, which was enough for him and Vivian to spend for more than a month. He also accumulated more than 200 Profession EXP.
The Rogue class needed 500 EXP to reach Level 3!
Based on his current progress, it would take him at most a day to level up his Rogue class.
Level 10 Commoner, Level 5 Rogue.
At this level, Søren would be able to master a special ability called Shadow Strike.
Among the Tier 2 professions.
Rogues who specialized in Stealth and mastered Shadow Strike were the most dangerous!
They had the ability to kill others in one hit.
The slums.
When Søren returned to his small hut, he immediately heard voices coming from inside.
He pushed open the door and walked in. He saw a beautiful young Priestess sitting on a stool. When she saw Søren, her expression immediately turned cold. She humphed softly as a greeting, then smiled at Vivian. "Since he's back," she said.
"Then I'll take my leave."
"You're alone here, so be careful. If you need anything, you can find me at the Dawnlight Shrine."
Vivian nodded obediently, then thanked her. "Thank you, Sister Annalynne."
The young girl was a trainee Priestess of the Dawnlight Shrine. She believed in the God of the Light of Dawn, Karl Soros, a God that fell soon after the Chaos Era. Karl Soros was a God under the God of Light. During the Chaos Era, he was the first to be attacked by the Abyssal Demons. More than half of the Gods under the God of Light had fallen.
It would not be long before this young girl lost part of her Divine Ability.
Her name was Annalynne. After meeting Vivian by chance, she had taken a liking to her. She helped Søren because of this young girl.
Unfortunately, her Divine Ability was too low to heal Søren's injuries.
As a Priestess who believed in the Light of Dawn, Annalynne actually hated Søren, who was a Rogue. That was why she did not treat him well most of the time.
Perhaps in her opinion, it was because of these thieves and bandits that Amber City's security had always been so bad.
"What happened?"
Søren waited until the young Priestess left before crouching down and gently stroking Vivian's head. "Why did she come?"
Vivian glanced at him and whispered, "Someone was sneaking around here today."
"I think it was Cole's men."
"Luckily, Sister Annalynne came and scared them away."
"She also healed the wound on my back!"
Vivian raised her small hand and lifted her shirt. The dark purple bruise on her back had already dissipated, making the Light Healing Potion that Søren had bought through a special channel useless. There were no blacksmiths or potion shops in the slums. If one wanted to buy these items, they would have to buy them from the black market. This was how many weapons were sold.
"Cole?"
Søren's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He did not expect Cole to be so bold as to send someone after him right after he had refused to meet him.
Did he really think that he was a pushover?
"I'll take you to the city tomorrow. Let's find an inn to stay in first."
Søren passed a piece of candy he had stolen to Vivian and whispered, "There are guards patrolling the city. The security there is much better than here."
"You'll be safer there."
Vivian nodded her small head and reached out her small hand to take the candy. She opened the packaging and put it into her mouth. She immediately smiled happily and said, "Big brother!"
"It's so sweet and delicious!"
"You should have a piece too."
She put a piece of candy into Søren's mouth with her small hand. She was always so easily satisfied. Even the cheap candy in the slums could make her happy.
Søren's face showed a trace of a smile, and he opened his mouth and ate a piece as well.
It was astringent, but sweet.
This was a low-quality malt candy that many nobles in the city would not even spare a glance at.
This was the only one in the slums.
Vivian stood up from the bench and patted the dust on Søren's clothes with her small hand. She whispered, "Sister Annalynne is a good person."
"No one was willing to help us when you were unconscious."
"Only she was willing to help."
Søren smiled and scratched her small nose. He whispered, "I know."
"She's a good person."
"If there's a chance, we'll repay her."
Even though the priestess hated him, he could not deny that he owed her a favor.
Søren was a person who could clearly distinguish between kindness and hatred.
The sky was dark.
The two of them began to prepare dinner. Søren brought back some smoked meat and some oil, salt, and seasoning.
The corpse in the Furnace Tavern had already been found.
The people nearby looked at him with a trace of respect. Occasionally, when they smelled the fragrance of the meat, they could not help but swallow their saliva.
Vivian ate a lot.
Her small belly was bulging. When she saw Søren's mischievous gaze, she could not help but blush. She waved her small fists in embarrassment.
It had been a long time since she had eaten meat.
Today was very satisfying!
Søren just lovingly stroked her small head. The two of them chatted casually. When the sky gradually darkened, they climbed into bed.
Night fell.
Søren, who had been lying down with his eyes closed, opened his eyes. He then carefully pulled out the arm that was hugged by Vivian.
He tiptoed out of bed, put on his clothes, and put the dagger behind his back.
There was a problem.
It was better to solve it as soon as possible!
Søren glanced at Vivian who was sleeping soundly on the bed. He then carefully closed the door and left.
Night was the time to kill.
Søren did not have the energy to worry about these trivial matters. He also did not want these people to threaten Vivian's safety.
Since they dared to set their sights on Vivian!
Then they can all go to hell.
In the shadows of the darkness, Søren's face was expressionless. His figure gradually became hazy, and a trace of cold killing intent appeared in his eyes.
Cross Alley was still very lively.
This was the most prosperous place in the slums. Of course, it was only compared to the other run-down areas.
Cole became the new leader.
He gathered a group of scoundrels from the slums and fought for this piece of fat meat in the slums.
There were dozens of prostitutes here, and many of them were quite beautiful. Occasionally, people from the dock area would come to have fun. Therefore, controlling this place was an important source of income in the slums. Because they had just fought with another group of scoundrels a few days ago, many people in Cross Alley were armed. There were also fewer customers who came to have fun. The prostitutes stood on the side, bored. Occasionally, Cole's men would pull one of them into a low shed.
In the darkness.
A figure appeared silently and approached them through the shadows in the corner of the wall.
The slaughter had just begun!
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