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Chapter 122 The Thief?
Chapter 122 The Thief?
thief?
Clarice's words made Green realize something.
Yes, to be able to steal things from a church and not get caught yet, one certainly has a talent for thievery.
Considering Lillian's previous actions, Green had to admit that Lillian's analogy was quite apt.
"Yeah, he does look like a thief." Green nodded in agreement.
"No, I'm not talking about simple thieves, but thieves through the means," Clarice said in a low voice, frowning.
"Thieves?" Green repeated the word, as if he had heard it mentioned before.
Suddenly, he froze, exclaiming, "Which one of Gou...Gou San's families?"
Clarisse clearly hadn't expected Green to react so strongly, and asked with some confusion, "What's wrong? Do you know?"
Grimm nodded. "When Lillian gave me my apprentice potion-making training, she mentioned it. There's also a fortune teller."
"Yes. Apprentices, thieves, and fortune tellers have a much higher survival rate than others because of their cunning abilities. However, they lack the ability to fight head-on, so they are jokingly called the 'Three Survivors'."
"The thief's path is an extremely dangerous path, adept at deception, theft, and the interference of fate."
Clarisse glanced at the food in front of her, seemingly losing interest. She called the waiter over and had her empty wine glass refilled.
"Please enjoy your meal," the waiter said softly, bowing slightly.
Clarisse politely thanked the waiter, and only continued after he had walked away: "This path is despised by all extraordinary individuals. They are naturally adept at finding and taking away other people's most precious and secret things—not necessarily physical objects, but also ideas, thoughts, or even a bit of luck. I've heard that high-sequence individuals can even manipulate fate at will."
She paused, seemingly organizing her thoughts, to impart more dangerous knowledge to the newcomer: "Lillian's ability to easily infiltrate the heavily guarded vault of the Night's Watch and the Church, stealing the Tears of Tranquility, without triggering an alarm speaks volumes. This is not something a witch could accomplish."
"Perhaps," Green replied simply.
Although he said that, he was inwardly in turmoil.
"Never mind, you're new to Extraordinary, it's normal that you don't understand." Clarisse leaned back, one hand on her forehead. "Remember, stay away from that woman, although I have to admit she's quite attractive."
Green nodded, then asked, "Aren't you going to chase after Lillian if she runs away?"
Clarisse picked up her glass, looked at it, and said softly, "She can't escape this time. I put something on her."
After saying that, she drank it all in one gulp, then called the waiter and paid £7.40, plus an extra £20 as a tip.
Clarisse stood up and looked at Green, "I'll be waiting for your good news tomorrow."
Leaving the restaurant, the warmth from the meal was quickly dispelled by the damp, cold sea breeze of an Oberhafen winter night, and fatigue began to creep in.
Sure enough, people want to sleep when they're full.
Green pulled his coat tighter and walked quickly toward Blackwater Alley.
The thief's route.
If Lillian is truly an extraordinary being of this path, then could all her previous actions have some other origin?
Fraud, theft, and the interference of fate—these words could never be associated with that cunning woman.
Why? If she really is a thief, then why would she pretend to be an extraordinary being with the witch pathway? Does Hanazono know?
This is what Green finds most incomprehensible.
The Witch Path is equally infamous, but at least its alluring nature is relatively "direct".
As for the "thief," according to Clarice's description, the thief's methods are even more insidious and unpredictable. She could have contacted herself in a more covert way, so why go through the trouble of playing an identity that is already sufficiently alarming?
What is the purpose of getting close to them?
trade----?
Green's hand instinctively reached for his waist, touching the cold outline of the "Silent Messenger" through his clothes.
Lillian borrowed this gun, and now she's returned it. If she really was a thief, with the intent of fraud and theft, why would she return a rare sealed artifact?
This doesn't fit the logic of "theft".
Unless—the act of returning it itself is an even more ingenious "theft"?
The thought sent a chill down his spine. He stopped and leaned against the wall of a dimly lit alley, taking a few deep breaths and trying to clear his mind.
"She completed the deal—" Green muttered to himself.
The potion was given, the notebook was given, and the gun was returned.
On the surface, she even seems somewhat "trustworthy".
But this is precisely the most suspicious point. Would a dangerous individual wanted by the Church of the Night, who stole a Level 3 sealed artifact and is suspected of having multiple identities, so "strictly adhere" to a promise made to a newcomer who has just become an Extraordinary and is almost powerless to fight back?
Unless, of course, the contents of the transaction are far more than what appears on the surface.
Clarice says that thieves may steal ideas, thoughts, luck, and even interfere with destiny.
Did Lillian "steal" something from him in the transaction that he was unaware of? For example, his level of "trust" in her? Or did she establish some kind of hidden "connection" with him through this transaction, facilitating future manipulation or theft?
Besides knowledge, is that dark brown notebook itself a kind of "mark" or "contract carrier"?
And what about the "Messenger of Silence"? Could it have been tampered with?
The more Green thought about it, the more chaotic his thoughts became, like a ball of yarn that had been scratched by a cat.
Lillian's logic seems to completely defy common sense, full of contradictions and rebelliousness. Without understanding Lillian's true extraordinary methods, one cannot predict or guard against them using normal thinking.
"We can't let her lead us by the nose—" Green rubbed his temples hard.
Clarice's warning was right: reduce contact and remain vigilant. But the reality is, he's already deeply involved. He can't completely sever his ties with Lillian. At least not now.
"Gou Sanjia—" Green muttered this unpleasant-sounding name over and over again.
"If fortune tellers can predict fate, can I use divination to analyze anomalies in my destiny?"
The moment the thought appeared, it wouldn't go away and grew wildly in my mind.
Although he wasn't going to the fortune teller, he could find one—the one he'd just met, Leah Horn. Perhaps he could glean a glimpse of Lillian's true intentions from the clues of fate, or at least confirm whether something intangible had been "stolen" from him.
With this in mind, Green felt that this direction was much more reliable than just thinking wildly on his own.
He took out his pocket watch, checked the time, and said, "At this time, it shouldn't disturb her rest."
Green flagged down a public carriage. "Hello, Raven Lane in the Lower Town, thank you."
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