Chapter 177
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Chapter 177: Ancestry of the Thief
"Karoso?" Sophia instinctively covered her mouth.
Jenny silently covered her face. "Miss, why admit it, who knows what this person is up to?"
"Oh? This kid really is something else."
In the next moment, Minaret appeared in front of the two.
"Tell me about Karoso’s whereabouts," Minaret said with a sly smile.
"He…" Sophia hesitated, unsure of how to respond.
"We encountered Karoso before the trouble started in the city, but after the chaos began, we haven’t seen him…"
"Oh!"
Minaret grabbed Sophia’s neck and lifted her up.
Minaret squeezed hard, while Sophia struggled in the air, her face turning red.
"Tell the truth." Minaret still had a smiling expression on his face.
Unlike other professions that have their own nine tiers, like there are two people at the ninth tier of Pastor and three at the ninth tier of wizard, there’s only one eighth-tier thief in the whole continent, which is the present Minaret, who could be called the ancestor of thieves.
Among the two people of Pastor, one is the pope of the Church of Dawn Goddess and the other is the guildmaster of the Pastor Association.
Wizards are highly valued not only because they are harder to cultivate but also because they are more likely to become high-level Professionals later on and easier to break through. This is the advantage of researchers, who have been studying the source of magic since the beginning.
Thieves, on the other hand, have always been despised by the entire continent. If it weren’t for the nobles and others still in need, they would have disappeared into history like the Death Knights, which also means that it is more difficult for thieves to advance.
In the later stages of their profession, what is needed is not just intelligence but also knowledge.
Information gathering is something thieves must learn, Jenny didn’t lie, Minaret could tell at a glance.
Unless you have had special training, or you are as deep-hearted as Grand Duke Osiris, ordinary people can’t stand up to Minaret’s scrutiny.
"Yow!" A group of ghouls saw the bullets stop and rushed towards this side.
Minaret casually threw out a card.
[Name: Blade Rain]
[Type: Spell]
[Star Level: 3]
[Grade: Blue Rare]
[Occupational Restriction: Thief]
[Introduction: Sometimes, getting away isn’t just about physical skills and the impact on the environment. Forcing the enemy to retreat is also a good choice.]
Swish, swish, swish!
These knives were like they had eyes, each one accurately stabbing a ghoul in the neck. Some even pierced through one ghoul’s neck, stabbing the one behind it. The ghouls hit by the knives all fell to the ground!
The approaching ghouls were of three tiers, including fourth-tier ones, there were over a dozen of them, and they were even enhanced by Field Magic. However, they were all defeated by a three-star card used by Minaret!
This is what Karoso meant, the deck is important, but what’s more important is the person using it, after all, reality is not a turn-based card game.
With the same three-star card, mid-level professionals at four, five, or six couldn’t make anything of it. But when it came to those at seven, eight, or nine, it was like completely different cards!
The officer, seeing this scene before him, looked away, pretending he didn’t see Minaret holding Sophia and Jenny, who they wanted to join their team.
The other soldiers also felt a bit awkward for a moment, each adjusting their equipment, not daring to even breathe heavily.
Although this female thief looked like a human, who knows what she’s made of, right?
"I said, I said…" Jenny’s face changed, "Later, Marquis Frank’s son Whyte captured us, along with a singer named Elizabeth. We don’t know why they took us…"
"Young Master Karoso later shot at Whyte. They seemed to have a feud. After a battle, Young Master Karoso took Miss Elizabeth away, ignoring us. Later, they fought with the church. We took the opportunity to escape and somehow ended up here through a teleportation portal."
Everything Jenny said was true, except she didn’t mention that Karoso ordered to fire at Sophia.
This woman is looking for Karoso. We don’t know if she wants to kill him or save him. If she is with Karoso, what if she kills Miss Elizabeth in passing?
"Is there any news about Karoso?" Minaret smiled.
Karoso with an army? With the strange training methods of the Osiris family, Karoso leading troops should be powerful.
With so many people following, nothing bad should happen for now, right?
"No, nothing more this time." Jenny quickly shook her head.
"So obedient," Minaret patted Jenny’s small face and carelessly threw Sophia aside.
"Ahem…" Sophia held her throat, breathing heavily.
She was a famous singer, when had she ever been treated like this?
Even in enemy territory, the enemy was polite to her…
Thinking about this made her feel so wronged, she wanted to cry…
Minaret was about to leave, but suddenly felt something was off.
She instinctively looked at the two people and asked, "Why were you captured, how did they treat you, and how did you escape?"
"We…" Sophia decided not to hide anything this time, planning to tell everything.
Jenny, on the other hand, looked even more upset, this seemed like a never-ending cycle!
If those people were kind to them, they would be expelled or even hunted down by the human side!
If she doesn’t speak, this woman is not a kind person.
"Forget it, I don’t have time for your trivial matters."
After Minaret finished speaking, his figure had already vanished.
Seeing Minaret disappear, both of them sighed in relief at the same time.
"Jenny…" Sophia pursed her lips, and hugged Jenny tightly.
"Miss, don’t be afraid…" Jenny held a cross in one hand, while patting Sophia’s back with the other hand.
"Ahem, both of you."
A Nature Mage squeezed out from the army camp, he was a middle-aged man.
He was not dressed in the typical Nature Mage attire worn in school, nor the wizard robe issued by the Nature Mage Association, but instead, he was draped in bear fur, appearing like the most ancient of Nature Mages.
On his chest hung a clover, he was a Nature Mage of the sixth rank.
"Hello," Jenny bowed to the Nature Mage.
"What happened earlier was between you and the thief, we don’t know the details and it’s not our place to interfere," the middle-aged Nature Mage spoke up.
Sophia rolled her eyes.
Even if you know what happened, even if we are the innocent victims here, do you dare to interfere?
Jenny nodded in understanding, "It’s been resolved now."
"It seems like both of you are victims of this disaster, we need to stick together," the Nature Mage said, "I sincerely invite both of you to temporarily join our group, let’s figure out a way to survive together."
With two more Pastors in the team, there would be more hope to survive, and the Nature Mage didn’t care about saving face anymore.
"Okay!"
……
After guarding the position for about two hours, Sophia and her friends saw flickers of fire in their eyes and heard distant explosions.
"That is…"
The officer tried to see into the distance with binoculars, but the mist made it difficult to see anything except faint flickers of fire.
"It seems like someone is attacking the City of Freedom? This is the sound of cannons…" the officer muttered to himself.
The middle-aged Nature Mage, who had regained some magical power with Jenny’s help, approached the officer upon hearing this, "Are human military forces coming our way?"
"Yes, and there are quite a few of them." The officer pressed his ear to the ground. "They’re carrying heavy weapons, otherwise it wouldn’t be this obvious."
"Let’s find a way to join forces with the human military!" The middle-aged Nature Mage’s eyes lit up. "They surely won’t ignore us."
"But, to move…" the officer’s gaze shifted to the streets.
On this street, there are all kinds of people – old people, women, children, a lot of them, and they are quite a mix.
Facing a migration of thousands of people, relying on less than a small group of soldiers poses a great risk.
But now, the ammunition is running out, with ghouls lurking around, waiting for any sign of weakness to launch an attack.
"Let’s give it a try…" the officer said helplessly, "Let’s see how many people are willing to leave."
……
"Well, if it isn’t Sophia?" a well-dressed, blonde young man approached Sophia and said, "I never expected to see you here."
"Who are you?" Sophia, who was busy treating someone, paused and looked at the blonde man with confusion.
"It’s me, Lock, Lock Hall’s son, the herbalist," the blonde man pointed to himself and said, "I took you out for a meal before."
"Oh!" Sophia suddenly remembered, "Mr. Lock, hello."
"After finally coming over here, want to sit at my place?" Lock rubbed his hands together and discreetly swallowed saliva.
From the very first time he saw Sophia’s concert, he had been wanting something to happen with this young girl.
He really liked girls of Sophia’s age; the better they sang, the more he liked them. He had been with many singers who had just started out at this age.
The problem was, his usual tactics of using money to charm Sophia didn’t work on her. When he tried to use a noble’s power to make Sophia submit, she turned out to know an eighth-tier Pastor named Merlin, who taught Lock a lesson.
Seeing this girl’s backstage connections, Lock lost his ideas.
In this chaotic situation now, if something were to happen, who could possibly fix it?
"Sorry, I’m currently treating someone. Maybe another time?" Sophia apologized.
"Just a flesh wound, right? It’ll be fine in no time without help," Lock frowned. "Is there really a need to save you?"
"What did you say?" A soldier immediately stood up, aiming a gun at Lock’s head.
"Sorry, I’m really busy," Sophia said and ignored Lock.
"Humph, I don’t care who you were before, now you’re just a refugee," the soldier said. "If you bother Miss Sophia from helping my injured comrade again, believe me, I will feed you to a monster."
"Okay, okay…" Lock raised his hand and stepped back.
The chaotic time seemed neither long nor short. Order still held, the soldiers were not so heartless, and the wealthy people had not lost their pride.
Lock glared at Sophia with resentment and thought to himself, "I’ll make you suffer in a bit for not accepting my offer nicely."
"Little one, that’s better now. Remember to be good and not wander off. Okay?"
Jenny patted a child’s head and gave him a piece of candy.
Both she and Sophia were girls who liked sweets and carried some with them.
"Thank you, sister!" The child’s face lit up with joy as he took the candy.
Even though it was only chaotic for a little over two days, the food quickly started to run out.
Sweet things like sugar, they are edible!
Jenny stood up, wiped the sweat off her face. She had already bandaged many wounds for the civilians. There was enough medicine here, just no medics.
Luckily, Jenny had been a mercenary before and had also worked in a church, so she knew some first aid.
Some nearby civilians watched Jenny and Sophia treating the injured. One old man said, "They are really good people, I never expected to meet Pastor here…"
"Hey, Old John, in my opinion, this is just scratching the surface." The blond young man, Lock, came over, grinning, "For us, it’s simple bandaging, but for those professionals, they use cards to reattach severed limbs and such."
"You’re nearly dead, and she didn’t even come to check on you first."
"Nonsense, it’s not my turn yet. When it’s my turn, she’ll definitely reattach my arm."
A disdainful green-haired young man said, "Forget it, do you not understand these rich folks? They help those who are well-dressed first."
"Yes." Lock smirked, "I have seen that pretty girl before, her name is Sophia, she’s a singer and a big star. If nothing goes wrong, I’ll book her eight times in one night!"
"She used to spend several nights with me sleeping, but just now, when I greeted her, she completely ignored me. Who does she think she is, acting all high and mighty just because Pastor is valuable now?"
"After this chaos is over, watch how I deal with her."
"They kindly treated you, and this is how you talk about them?" Old John picked up a stick, angrily saying, "Do you believe I’ll smack you to death?"
"Hehe." Lock sneered twice, "Fine, you’re siding with them now, I don’t blame you. Wait a moment, when they come over, let’s see if they can help you with your treatment."
Soon, Jenny’s treatment arrived here.
"Miss Pastor, um, can you help me reattach my hand?" an old man came to Jenny, saying, "My hand is here."
The old man had one arm, he was holding his half arm, the missing piece should have been eaten by ghouls.
"I’m sorry." Jenny looked apologetic, "I can’t do it, let’s wait until the chaos is over and go to the hospital to get a mechanical arm."
The old man stayed quiet for a while, then suddenly said, "I saw you do it before."
"It was possible back then, not now." Jenny shook her head.
"You can do it. I heard what you told that Professional just now, that you would help him connect his arm later. Why can he do it but not me?" the old man said.
"Because he’s an immediate combat force," Jenny explained seriously. "By helping him reconnect his hand, he can help everyone in battle."
