Quadruple split.

Chapter 2630 Myth

Game time: 21:19 PM
Black Tower City, Thieves Guild, Shadow Hall

Bah! !

Scarface, an orc rogue who spent years loafing around outside the Shadow Hall, wasn't particularly strong, but his seniority and connections were above average, so he was doing fairly well. He was bumped into by a tall, muscular man, stumbled, and instinctively looked up and cursed, "You motherfucker... Ah!!!"

With a scream like a chicken being slaughtered, Scarface swallowed the rest of his friendly greeting, staggered back a few steps, and after several seconds of reaction, stammered, "Vice...Vice President?"

"Ah."

The vice-president of the Black Tower City Thieves' Guild, despite holding a vice-presidential position, handled all affairs, big and small, and his prestige far surpassed that of the rarely seen president. Muse Darkbranch, with her decisive and ruthless style, stared coldly at the small fry in front of her and said in a cold voice, "Is it because you have something to tell me that you're so blind as to block this place? Orc."

"No, that's not how it is, Vice President!"

The scarred man, who usually bullied the weak and feared the strong, and who looked fierce but was actually all bark and no bite among the high-level fighters, immediately fell silent, bowing and scraping as he made way for them, saying with a fawning smile, "I was just curious, you only received a notice this morning to go to Karan City for a meeting, why are you back so early..."

"Kalan City?"

Muse narrowed her eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them that almost took the scarred man's breath away. She said coldly, "That's why I'm here right now. I need to find out which idiot put that stupid fake notice on my desk—"

Scarface gasped, exclaiming, "Fake notice? You mean, the note telling you to go to the Karan City branch is fake?"

"It seems you're not only a third-rate scoundrel, but also a well-informed third-rate scoundrel."

Muse withdrew her right foot, which had already stepped out, and sized up the burly, fierce-looking orc in front of her with a dangerous gaze. She said softly, "Then tell me, orc, how do you know the contents of that thing? And... who put it on my desk?"

Scarface pursed his lips, swallowed hard, and his expression suddenly became conflicted.

The reason is simple: the woman who leaked the information to him... or loudly complained to him that her workload had steadily doubled since the vice president left, was a very good person.

As someone who was promoted to "First-Class Receptionist" a few months ago, the middle-aged female dwarf Tatami Tammy, nicknamed "Gold Tooth," did not distance herself from her old friends like Scarface, who were neither high-class nor low-class. On the contrary, this sharp-tongued and unforgiving dwarf auntie still did the same thing as before, mercilessly beating up those incompetent idiots while painstakingly selecting those tasks with a higher survival rate for them, just so that more people could come back alive to brag.

As a veteran member of the Thieves' Guild, 'Gold Tooth' Tatami was definitely not a good person. In the eyes of those top-notch thieves, she was also an unlikable, gossipy, short, fat woman. But for all the newcomers of the Black Tower City Thieves' Guild, as well as a lot of mediocre characters like Scarface, 'Gold Tooth' was definitely someone who would warm their hearts. So even in the face of Muse's tyranny, Scarface did not immediately sell Tatami out.

He hesitated for two seconds before selling it.

"It's Sister Jin!"

Although he couldn't bear to see Tatami held accountable, he couldn't bear to see the scarred man, who had lost his life in vain, raise his hands high and betray the senior who had taken such good care of him without hesitation, shouting, "It was Sister Jin who put that message on your desk, but she definitely didn't mean to..."

"Shut up."

Muse glanced coldly at Scarface, and after he obediently shut up, she asked with a gloomy expression, "Where is Tatami?"

Scarface gritted his teeth, hesitated several times, and then slowly raised his hand, pointing to the small door of the lounge in the corner of the Shadow Hall.

"get out."

Muse walked past Scarface with a cold face and headed straight for the side door of the lounge. The many members of the Thieves Guild had scattered like birds the moment the vice president released his murderous aura, making the Shadow Hall, which should have been bustling at this time, eerily quiet.

【…】

Watching Muse's retreating figure, Scarface sighed helplessly. Only after she entered Tatami's lounge did he scratch his head and shake his head, saying, "Look at the mess this has made..."

at the same time
"Who is it?"

Upon hearing the door open, the middle-aged female dwarf, affectionately known as "Sister Jin" by many, with her gold teeth, Tatami, idly trimmed her toenails on the table while impatiently asking, "If you're here to ask me about those two C-rank missions from yesterday, my answer is only one: Those below the higher ranks, don't even bother with me. Get as far away as possible..."

She didn't continue speaking, but in the instant she realized the situation was dire, she desperately moved her body, managing to avoid having her right foot pinned to the table by the dagger.

"Give me an explanation, Gold Tooth."

Clearly impatient, Muse strode up to Tatami, drew the dagger stained with a few drops of blood, and said coldly to the terrified middle-aged female dwarf, "Why is that summons letter, full of loopholes and with even the sealing wax angle not right, on my desk?"

"I was just following the rules, Vice President."

Tatami sighed, raised her head with composure, and said to Muse, "You have no reason to be angry with me. Perhaps there were some problems with the handover process. In any case, as a newly promoted first-class receptionist, I have no idea how to properly position the 'sealing wax angle'."

"So what you mean is..."

Muse pressed the cold dagger against Tatami's neck and whispered, "Is the responsibility mine?"

"I don't know, Vice President."

Tatami calmly met Muse's eyes, which were brimming with malice and embarrassment, and said indifferently, "But if you really knew about the 'sealing wax angle,' then you should indeed bear some responsibility for immediately heading to Kalan City after seeing that summons, instead of realizing that what I put on the table was most likely a fake."

Muse stared coldly at Tatami, remaining silent for a long while before asking, "Is this your answer?"

“This is not my ‘answer,’ Your Excellency.”

Tatami smiled, slowly raised his hands as a gesture of respect to the vice president in front of him, and said very meekly, "This is my 'explanation,' an explanation whose motive is simply to gain your understanding and consideration."

"Don't think you're funny, Gold Tooth."

Muse licked her lips, then surprisingly moved the dagger away from the other's neck and said softly, "But I have a more important question to ask you now, Gold Tooth, a question far more important than your life."

Tatami's smile faded, and he said seriously, "Please speak."

"Tell me, during the time I was away, were there any unfamiliar faces... or familiar faces appearing where they shouldn't have been?"

Muse stared intently at the other person's not-so-handsome face and said in a deep voice, "I don't know who I should trust now, but it's not a bad thing to ask someone who is trusted by those scoundrels outside and who remembers his authority and duties. So... tell me, what exactly is that bastard who lured me away from here plotting?"

Tatami did not answer Muse's question immediately, but lowered her eyes and thought quickly.

Although as a first-level receptionist of the Thieves' Guild, Tatami was not obligated to keep a constant eye on the Shadow Hall and other areas, as a newcomer and a friend of the Gold Tooth, she did not give up paying attention to any movement outside for even a second. Even so, this not-omniscient dwarf woman failed to immediately think of any suspicious people.

This is normal, because it is very difficult to easily find flaws and clues in truly malicious people.

So Tatami began her second round of thinking, then her third, and her fourth...

Finally, on the seventh occasion of recalling what he had seen and heard that day, Tatami suddenly widened his eyes and looked up at the patient and gentlemanly Muse: "There was a woman!"

“Very good, a woman.” Muse nodded, then coaxed, “So? And then? How is that woman different from the other women?”

"She has an unpleasant aura about her. She might be a necromancer, a lich, or some other nasty thing, but such people are actually quite common around here."

Tatami frowned, quickly recalling the inconsistencies in her memory, and said, "Her purpose in coming here was to send a piece of equipment of unknown origin to the black market for consignment. This is not uncommon, after all, we already have the business of acting as auction agents."

Muse, still patient, nodded again and asked, "So, what's the problem?"

"The problem is... her sense of direction is very subtle, so she almost wandered into the No. 3 restricted area."

Tatami narrowed his eyes and said softly, "But that direction is completely opposite to the direction of the consignment point. I don't think a normal person would get lost and end up on the opposite side of the destination with directions and signs."

Muse's expression suddenly stiffened, and she said in a dry voice, "The third restricted area... what's inside?"

"It is the dagger that you ordered to be sealed away."

Tatami answered without hesitation, then said with some hesitation, "But... that shouldn't be possible, right? No matter how capable that woman who seemed like a necromancer was, she couldn't possibly break in there and take away the things that were so heavily protected in such a short time."

"Without further ado."

Muse walked toward the door with a livid face, gritting her teeth and saying, "I'm going to temporarily seal off the restricted area right now. If anything inside really goes wrong, we'll all be in deep trouble!"

"Very well, sir."

"By the way, Gold Tooth, did you see that woman leave?"

"I...remember."

"Very good. Although it may be too late, let's hurry up."

……

fifteen minutes later

Black Tower City, Thieves Guild, No. 3 Sealed Zone
"Password."

Standing before the cold, black flames, the sinister gargoyle posed this question.

"Muse".

Muse waved her hand impatiently and gave the correct answer without hesitation.

"..."

In the silence, the crimson light in the gargoyle's eyes slowly faded. At the same time, the black flames behind it, which had almost filled the entire room, sank into the surrounding channel-like grooves, no longer frantically trying to destroy every overconfident intruder.

"Your Mightiness."

Standing beside Muse, Tatami glanced with lingering fear at the black flames that, though temporarily dormant, still writhed in the grooves like some kind of mollusc. Her expression stiffened slightly as she asked, "Are you sure we want to go inside and confirm it with our own eyes? You saw it yourself, the flames in the room haven't gone out. Even if that woman really..."

"I don't need any assumptions."

Muse abruptly interrupted Tatami, grabbing him by the collar and striding to the stone platform in the center of the room, coldly surveying the scene below—

"Damn it!"

As expected, after a roar, Muse swept the dull dagger to the ground and gritted her teeth, saying, "The item has been switched!"

Tatami instinctively shuddered, her voice trembling, "How could this be! Even if an ordinary person knew... wait!?"

“Even if an ordinary person knew the password, it would be almost impossible for them to get here without alerting anyone.”

Muse gently put her arm around Tatami's shoulder and flicked his forehead lightly with her finger: "But things become much easier if there's a very cooperative Level 1 host accompanying the prisoner."

Unsurprisingly, Tatami fell into a deep coma after being poked by the other party.

Admittedly, the Thief class in [Innocent Realm] prefers simple, direct, and decisive killing techniques, but compared to bloodshed, the 'Silent' in the game prefers to incapacitate the opponent while inflicting limited damage.

Therefore, Mo consulted Sha Po about many related techniques and learned many related techniques as well.

Unfortunately, any thief skills that are mastered by Mo Fu will inevitably be learned by that guy named 'Tan Mo'.

Thanks, honey.

Gently placing Tatami back on the spot, Mo Tan casually picked up the unassuming yet genuine dagger, Shadow Fang, from the ground, a pleased smile curving his lips: "It was a pleasure to dance with you, a pleasure to have you tonight. Let's meet again another day... Tch."

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Tan suddenly clicked his tongue, interrupted the tender confession with a look of displeasure, and cursed at the uninvited guest at the door: "Brother, I'm begging you, just pretend you didn't see me, and let me go like a fart."

"Okay."

Scarface's reply was also straightforward and decisive: "Anyway, I only came to check on Sister Jin because I was worried about her safety. If you want to leave, then leave."

"You have no objection?"

Why should I have an opinion?

"You're supposed to be a president, after all..."

"Everyone knows that the Black Tower City Thieves' Guild is run by the vice president."

"So you became enraged and, driven by malice, decided to use someone else to do your dirty work..."

"He just wants someone to give him a talking-to."

"Aren't you afraid of getting beaten to death?"

"So what if he's dead?"

Chapter 2621: The End