When I woke up, I felt in good condition. The last trace of discomfort and the vague pain in my left arm had disappeared during last night's sleep. I got dressed and came to the lobby, where Yolf and Jade were already sitting at the bar.

While eating breakfast, Locke was cleaning with a broom as usual.

I glanced at the clock on the wall of the hall: it was 7:30. It was still early, and Yorriev was still having breakfast. I decided to have breakfast for myself and continue the training that I had interrupted before.

I said hello to Locke and sat next to Yollive.

"Zhao, silly (good morning, Sarah)." Yollive greeted me vaguely with his mouth full of fried eggs and ham. Then I saw his throat twitching, fried eggs and ham together.

After falling into Yuerif's belly, he let out a contented moan.

"It looks delicious." I licked my tongue. This was not a compliment or a courtesy. The fried eggs and ham were so delicious.

"It's so delicious that you'll want to bite off your own tongue. Brin's craftsmanship is beyond praise." Yorliv first raised his thumb, showing a satisfied expression, and then suddenly hugged me and whispered in my ear.

He lowered his voice and said, "But if I were you, I would first apologize and thank Locke, because he was the one who carried you from the carriage all the way back to the guild. Then I would personally go into the kitchen and apologize to Bryn who was frying ham.

, and asked him if he could have some bacon." After saying this, he patted my back and continued to eat his fried eggs and ham as if nothing had happened.

I gave him a grateful look, got up from my seat, left, and walked to Locke who was sweeping the floor.

"Hey, Locke, good morning." I said to him, and he stopped, holding his broom and looking at me quietly without replying. I was a little embarrassed, but I continued to say to him as planned: "I heard

, it was you who carried me back to the guild. I am very grateful and sorry. I was too willful and you must have been frightened." At this point, I felt sorry from the bottom of my heart, thinking that just saying it was not enough.

, so he bowed to him.

"It's okay, Sarah." Locke finally spoke, "It doesn't matter whether you apologize or not. We are just worried about your health. After all, everyone in the guild is a family." He picked up the broom and continued to follow the same calm and steady steps as before.

An unpleasant rhythm swept the floor.

"Everyone is worried about you. If anyone is worried to the point of getting angry, it's Brin. He has been blaming himself after your accident. You'd better go see him."

I bowed to Locke again, and then ran quickly into the kitchen, which was filled with the aroma of eggs and salty ham. I followed the aroma and saw Brin preparing breakfast by the stove.

When I arrived, he had just fried another portion and was about to walk out with the plate, so our eyes met and the atmosphere was a bit awkward. I looked at him and didn't know what to say. Brin didn't speak either, so I could understand

I could see that his eyebrows were knitted together, obviously he was worried about something.

The atmosphere became more and more weird, and I couldn't stand it anymore, so I decided to break the silence: "Hi, Brin." I chose a less abrupt opening, but soon sadly found that this opening made the atmosphere

What's worse, it's like the way someone who has nothing to say starts looking for a topic.

He straightened up and opened his eyes. I could feel that a certain part of his temperament had completely changed. The usual honest and amiable Yorliv was replaced by the confident Yorliv in front of him.

He held out a finger: "The first point of the escape technique is that your clothes must be gregarious so that you can blend in with the crowd. What is gregarious? Is plain clothes gregarious? Or is it luxurious? Or is it formal? Sarah, I want to teach you.

The thing is, these are not called gregarious.”

After saying this, he pointed to the crowd on the street, turned to me and said: "Look at the people on the street, Sarah, this is the Central District, so most people can't be said to be poor. This can be seen from their clothes.

There is also feedback from online that their coats tend to be very new because it is their face, but the clothes underneath may not necessarily be so because they don’t have that much money to keep every piece of clothing on their body looking bright and beautiful.”

I carefully observed the pedestrians coming and going, and found that indeed, as Yollive said, most of the pedestrians' coats looked valuable, but the clothes underneath were all kinds of different. I just saw a middle-aged man whose shirt had been washed and faded.

man.

Yorliv nodded with satisfaction, pointed his finger back at himself and continued: "So what does it mean to be gregarious in the Central Area? That means wearing the same clothes as them. If you wear simple or tattered clothes, the city guards will definitely doubt: this kind of life

Why would a person of this caliber appear in the Central District? What will follow is your torture."

I looked at his clothes, which were the same as those of a pedestrian, and suddenly realized: "So this is you..."

"Yes, Sarah." He raised his hand to interrupt me, "But fitting the clothes together is just preparation before departure. How to escape is still a science." He raised three fingers and said seriously: "The general method of escape is

There are three methods: first: by blending into the crowd, staying away from the city guards without being discovered; second: by using nearby crowds to blend into them, causing the city guards to lose their targets; third: by escaping through complex terrain

City Guards."

I nodded, and he walked towards the crowd. I followed him. Not far away, there was a group of city guards, buying their own breakfast.

Yorliv stopped and said, "Because of your physical condition, I will not give demonstrations or train for the third type." He turned back to me and said, "But the first two require training, so I will demonstrate first."

The second one, you have to watch carefully, Sarah, if you can’t learn it, you will be arrested.” After he finished speaking, he showed me a weird smile, and then disappeared into the crowd.

Yolliv disappeared too quickly and merged into the crowd of people almost instantly. I didn't find him until he reached the other side of the street.

He made a hissing gesture to me and showed a smile that I couldn't describe. That smile contained confidence, arrogance and something more complicated. Then I saw him turn around and grab a city guard.

Soldier's wallet.

There was a commotion on the other side of the street. This time my eyes followed Jorliv closely. The city guard initially locked onto him, but he quickly disappeared into the crowd. The city guard who lost their target pushed away the crowd irritably and started searching around.

Errive took the opportunity to retreat with the pushed crowd and sat down on a bench on the street. The moment he sat on it, I saw him throw a wallet into the open space among the crowd.

The city guards searched for a long time but failed to find the target. The soldier whose wallet was stolen looked very depressed. I could feel his sadness from the other side of the street. They drove away the crowd and were about to leave, when they happened to find something on the ground.

The soldier was overjoyed by the joy of recovering the wallet. He and his colleagues hurriedly left the scene, obviously fearing that the wallet would be lost again.

"This is the second way to escape, Sarah." It wasn't until Yolliv's voice rang in my ears that I realized that he had arrived at my side without knowing when.

"You're more of an assassin than a thief, York, it scared me." I muttered.

"Thank you for the compliment." Yolliv's ears were obviously very sharp. He saluted me and said with a smile.

"So what about the first one? How do you want to demonstrate it?" I thought about what Yolliver did just now. To be honest, if I had to repeat what he did, I'm not sure I could succeed. No, that's all.

To exaggerate, I'm pretty sure I'm going to fail.

"You come with me." Yorliv continued to walk forward, and I followed behind him. He slowed down to a speed parallel to mine, turned his head and said to me: "The first escape method is too troublesome to demonstrate deliberately.

.But fortunately, I have an invasion mission today, so we can practice with it." He snapped his fingers and said to me seriously: "So if you are not ready, be sure to tell me, Sarah. If you fail, you will be punished.

You were arrested, and I can guarantee that you are lucky enough to survive until you go to jail."

I looked at Yorliv, and it was obvious that he was serious, so I stopped talking and replayed his previous actions and details in my mind over and over again. I didn’t want to become a lynching ghost. Yorliv had already said a lot.

Understood.

I don't know when, Yorliv stopped. I looked up and found a villa with an extremely large area in front of me. The villa was extremely well-defended, and I could spot several patrols at just a cursory glance.

What was desperate was that Yorliv smiled and raised his finger to me, pointing the fingertip at the villa, and he said lively: "This is our goal."

Then he patted me and laughed like an epileptic: "You should really see your face, Sarah." He held his stomach and couldn't stop laughing. I rolled my eyes at him: "Yeah.

, just laugh, there are only a dozen private mercenaries everywhere I see, I can’t laugh."

He reluctantly straightened up and patted my shoulder, "It's okay, Sarah." He wiped away the tears from laughter in the corners of his eyes, but he was still laughing softly, and the laughter was in a string. I looked at him, a little annoyed.

As if he sensed my irritation, Yorliv took out a map from his pocket and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the task is very simple. We only need to divert three groups of patrolling mercenaries to create a way for me to get closer."

The space for the goal. The rest is my business.”

He suppressed his smile slightly and continued to elaborate on the plan: "The plan is like this. I will divert the first wave, and then show you how to escape. It is up to you to divert the next two waves, and you choose which method to use. The window opens.

The time is too short for me to make peace with you."

I nodded and was about to stand up, but I was held down by Yorlif. He stared at me and asked seriously: "Are you sure you want to go, Sarah?" He was a little worried, "You want to go?"

Clearly, if you get caught..."

"I'm sure, York."

Yorliv stopped talking and stood up. He put the map in his pocket and held my hand. "I wish you good luck."

I watched him rush into the villa, and then there was a burst of violent cursing inside. I saw Yorlive running out, shielding himself, giving me a thumbs-up, and disappeared around the corner of the street.

I took a deep breath, picked up a stone and put it in my pocket, and walked into the villa through the gate. I saw two groups of soldiers standing at the door, cursing. I stood at the door and counted over and over again.

They were twelve soldiers, confirmed.

"Boy, this is not the place you should come." A soldier spotted me and came over cursing. The others immediately picked up their weapons after hearing his voice, but soon found out that it was just an eight or nine-year-old man.

The children laughed twice more and put down their weapons one after another.

"Count to four and breathe in." I counted to four and took a deep breath. The soldier was getting closer and closer to me. I could already see the patterns on his armor clearly. I put my hand into my trouser pocket and held it.

That stone. When the soldier saw that I didn't reply, he cursed even louder: "Boy, if you don't reply or leave, I will make you suffer."

"Count to four and exhale."

I counted to four, exhaled a heavy breath, and threw the stone hard at his face. He obviously didn't expect that a child would suddenly attack him, so he was not prepared at all.

I saw the stone hit his open left eye. The sharp stone penetrated into the eyeball, and the entire left eye was instantly shattered. He covered his eyes and began to scream. The eleven people behind him heard the scream and took the

He drew his weapon and charged at me.

"Kill that son of a bitch, my left eye, ah!!!" I turned around and ran away, hearing the vicious roar of the soldier I hit. I looked back and saw twelve murderous men.

Tengteng soldiers followed me closely, and the leader was the soldier who asked the question. His left eye was bloody and bloody, and his eye pulp was mixed with blood. He was holding a long-handled ax in his hand, his face was vicious, and he was full of blood.

murderous look.

I turned my head to speed up. I could think of what would happen if I fell into their hands. This was no joke. I ran forward with all my strength, adrenaline secreted crazily due to excitement and fear, which prevented me from feeling tired for the time being.

, but the soldiers behind him are still chasing after him.

I gritted my teeth and got into a small alley on the side of the street. It was a complicated and winding alley. There were various sundries and wooden boxes piled on the side of the road. A clothesline connected the two buildings on the side of the road, hanging like that on the road.

central.

I counted to four, took a deep breath, and thought back to the climbing skills Yollive taught me before. To my left was a pile of wooden boxes. I sped up and ran towards the wooden box, using the force brought by my speed to climb up the wooden box.

, and then climb up the wooden box until you reach the top of the wooden box.
To be continued...