The sitting black-robed man snorted and said unhappily, "Why do we, the people of the Shadow Guild, have to live in the shadows? It's understandable to hide in the shadows when we're out on a mission, but why do we have to be sneaky in our daily lives? Don't you want your daughter to proudly tell others that her father is a powerful Assassin? "
"We're Assassins, boss. Not good at head-on combat. Once your identity is exposed, it's the same as having your weakness exposed. "
"That's because we're not united, and we're not intimidating enough." The black-robed boss suddenly stood up and shouted angrily, "Why are spellcasters who are also not good at head-on conflict so respected? That's because they brag about themselves. They climb up the aristocratic class and find ways to make a name for themselves, and over time, they become the benchmark for all professionals. Don't you want to be like the Mages and live in the sun? "
The others also revealed looks of yearning.
The black-robed man who had been scared away by Roland sighed long and said nothing more.
He did want to live in the sun, too.
The little girl he had pulled on the street just now was the daughter of an old scoundrel who owed money to their guild. The other party refused to pay up, and he had no choice but to capture the other party's daughter.
The little girl looked delicate and tender, and he heard that she could read. Selling her might just be enough to recoup the cost.
The reason why they had to be so strong on the street was according to the routine that the chairman had set up before, so that they could pose a great mental threat to the surrounding civilians and make them face up to the strength of the Shadow Guild.
If someone with an excessive sense of justice came to get in the way, if the other party was weak, or if they looked like they had a chance of winning, they would first throw the person to the other party, and when the other party relaxed, they would directly stab them in the heart with a dagger.
This way, they could warn the world not to mess with their Shadow Guild.
We're going to rob people in broad daylight, and we're going to hang out in the sun.
The night is ours, and we're going to have a share of the day.
It was a good idea, and the chairman was also a very good planner.
He thought it was good.
This idea was implemented well at first. Although it aroused the disgust of some professional guilds, these guilds did not say anything. They could also come out during the day to get some fresh air and do something big to intimidate civilians or other professionals, strengthening the deterrence of the Shadow Assassin Guild.
He just didn't expect that a group of special humans who claimed to be Golden Sons would suddenly appear a few months ago.
These people were scattered in groups of twos and threes in different cities.
It wasn't like they hadn't seen creatures from other planes before. Succubi, Cerberus, Celestial Angels, and so on. They were all creatures from other planes.
But these Golden Sons were different. They were very nosy. No matter what guild's upper echelons, nobles, or commoners, as long as they didn't like you, they would attack you.
Then there was a conflict with some of the Shadow Guild's operations.
At first, these Golden Sons were very weak, and they were killed.
However, in less than two to three hours, these guys fought back. Later on, they found out that they were a special race that could not be killed.
If this was just an accident, then it would be fine.
But then, many of the Shadow Guild's quests in various places were ruined by these guys.
Although their Shadow Guild could swagger out during the day after doing so, now they were still used to "working" at night.
And the Golden Sons, these beasts, didn't actually need to sleep. They were just as energetic at night, and they loved to scurry around, wanting to take a second look at anything that was a little unusual.
Then things became very unpleasant. Many of the Shadow Guild's operations, such as assassinations and family exterminations, were encountered by them.
During the day, when they intimidated civilians, they clashed with them.
In the past two or three months, the two sides had broken out at least a thousand times in various places.
At first, they were able to suppress the Golden Sons, but after two or three months, the Golden Sons got used to fighting and began to rub against them.
This black-robed man had also participated in several battles with the Golden Sons, and although he hadn't been killed, he was already sick in his heart.
He already knew the character and temperament of the Golden Sons very well.
He had thought that there would be no Golden Sons in the capital, but unexpectedly, he still met one.
The temperament of the Golden Sons was very unique, very arrogant. But it was not the cold arrogance of the nobles, but with a kind of "I'm more literate than you, and I've eaten more salt than you" kind of arrogance.
It was very annoying.
Restraining his resentment, the black-robed man thought about it and said, "Boss, I have an idea. Since the Golden Sons are so powerful, why don't we find a way to recruit a few people in? "
The guild leader's eyes lit up. "Not bad, your idea is good. As long as we have the Golden Sons as a bridge, we can find out what those monsters are thinking. We can also find a way to avoid them when we do quests in the future. It might even drive them to kill each other. "
Everyone in the room chuckled.
In the Church of Life, after Roland sat down, he found a quest prompt.
He opened it and found it a little funny.
Completed side quest: Save the Bullied Little Girl. Received 64 character EXP.
Completed side quest: Find a Way to Save the Little Girl. Received 142 character EXP.
Just now, he was so focused on saving the little girl that he didn't notice that he had already received the quest and completed it.
This could be considered good karma.
Roland smiled.
At this point, the little girl on the altar woke up.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she was confused for a while, then she immediately got up in fright, rolled over and got off the altar, then leaned her back against the altar, sat down, and curled up into a ball, constantly looking left and right, looking extremely scared.
Roland stood up and walked over to her and crouched down.
When the little girl saw Roland, she was even more frightened, holding her head in her hands and trembling all over, not daring to look at people.
"It's okay. You're safe. "Roland comforted her gently." Where's your home? I'll take you home. "
Some children had a strange intuition that they could tell if someone was good or bad just by listening to them.
This little girl probably had a similar intuition, and after hearing Roland's voice, she timidly raised her head and said, "Mijil lives on East Main Street … Big brother, can you take me back to Dad?"
"Of course." Roland smiled.
Then the system sent a message.
Received side quest: Escort the Little Girl Home.
Sure enough, good karma … For Roland now, quest experience was a pretty important thing.
The experience gained from learning magic alone was no longer of much use for leveling up.
He liked these kinds of simple and convenient quests.
It would be nice if a few more people could come.
And half an hour later, Roland found that his wish seemed to have come true.
Just as he sent the little girl back to East Main Street, he actually triggered two quests in a row.
Side Quest received: Mediate a Fight.
Side quest updated: Clues to the Queen.
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