A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 80 Sequence Nine: Thief!

As the saying goes, it’s not a matter of drinking too much, but it’s a matter of drinking too many different kinds of drinks.

As he drank glass after glass of water of life, and the boss also drank the opened bottle of whiskey from Ankua, he began to look drunk.

"Why are you asking so many mid-sequence questions?"

The boss glanced at Ankuya, who was silent, and asked dissatisfiedly, "Didn't you teach him anything?"

"I'm not a transcendent, how can I teach you?"

"Heh," the boss suddenly said to Quinn cheerfully, "Do you know why the kid studied arcane magic back then? Because he was afraid of death, but he also wanted power, and arcane magic was his best choice besides potions."

"Hey."

Ankuya raised his wand with a cold face, and an instant fireball hit the boss's face.

But he just waved his hand, and the fireball was smashed into pieces in the air, without even burning the hair on his hand.

"What a bad temper."

The boss didn't care and returned to the main topic, "If you simply want to control your own life, then Sequence 7 and Sequence 6 are enough. You can secure a position in any power in this world, and you also have a relatively high degree of freedom."

"As for the mid-sequence, forget it. That's a point of no return."

".Point of no return?"

Quinn instantly recalled a sentence Ankuya had said that had left a deep impression on him: 'Once you become a transcendent, there is no turning back.'

The boss's eyes were dark as he spoke, "Above Sequence Five, losing control is no longer something human beings can resist. Either you advance before your sanity is completely worn away, taking a gamble on the long steps to godhood, where there's a guaranteed death, or you become a disaster at the end of your despair, returning your extraordinary qualities to the world."

Quinn's hair stood on end when he heard this. Either promotion or death?

The success rate of promotion for low-sequence rank is so low, what about high-sequence rank?

Damn, why don’t we just let Ankua figure out how to deal with the hero, and I’ll just hold the gun and assist.

"Boss, what sequence are you in?"

The boss touched his belly under his vest, and no one could tell that this guy was an extraordinary person.

"You must remember that knowledge is the easiest way to drive people crazy. The more you know, the faster you go insane. High-sequence information is a terrifying contamination for low-sequence information. Even understanding the sequence name can exacerbate your loss of control. You'd better not be so curious about everything. But I can tell you, I'm a knight."

Ankuya said, smoking a cigarette beside him:

"He was a knight commander when he was young. He hasn't retired yet, but no one wants him."

"Tsk, rude brat."

The boss walked around the bar with a slightly drunken pace and asked casually:
"Quinn, do you know arcane magic?"

"Understood."

On the way, Quinn told Ankua about the immobilization spell.

Ankuya just reminded Quinn not to use this magic indiscriminately, especially not to let people in the academy see it.

"I see—" The boss looked at the boxes, stretched out his pinky finger and tickled his ear. "I suggest you choose Warrior. If you think you have trouble controlling your temper, you can choose Ninja."

"Why?" Quinn wanted to know the reason.

"From a combat perspective, these two fates are most suitable for arcanists, as they can compensate for their physical weakness. Not many arcanists choose to take potions, as the changes they cause to the body could potentially disrupt their arcane circuits. But since you only have a basic understanding of them, it doesn't matter."

Quinn nodded. It did sound good.

"But this is just my suggestion. When it comes to choosing a destiny, one's own opinion is the most important. The difference in the strength of destiny is only noticeable at low-sequence levels. After reaching mid- and high-sequence levels, it all depends on the individual."

The boss didn't rush him, letting Quinn think slowly.

This sounds mysterious, but choosing a destiny that you approve of can indeed increase your chances of survival when promoted.

".Can you tell me the names and abilities of the Sequences above Sequence Eight for Thief?"

The boss shook his head while drinking.

"For an ordinary person like you, understanding Sequence Eight is enough. Have you forgotten what I said earlier?"

"The more you know, the easier it is to lose control, right?"

Quinn fell silent, taking a sip of his drink from time to time.

He is making a choice.

Until the ice in the wine glass melted, the jazz music on the saxophone came to an end, the needle of the vinyl speaker bounced up, and the boss wiped his greasy hands and prepared to change the disc -

"Thief."

Quinn made his decision: "I choose thief."

".Why?"

Ankuya asked in confusion:

"I don't know." Quinn said stiffly, "But my heart tells me to choose this."

He hesitated for a long time, wondering whether to follow the instructions of the mysterious fellow.

The reason for the final decision was also very strange.

The fellow mentioned in the prophecy that he is Spider-Man.

Quinn has an inexplicable liking for Spider-Man. It seems like someone is always saying Spider-Man Spider-Man in his ear. He feels stupid, but he trusts him subconsciously.
Since reaching mid- to high-sequence didn't make a difference, he might as well just be a thief. If he wanted to kill someone, he had Mista. If he chose someone with a strong escape ability, he might even be able to deal with that woman from the Church.

".You didn't choose the thief just because he's good at running away, did you?"

Ankuya knows his son best than his father.

Quinn Tang laughed:
"Hehe, I must survive."

"." Ankuya was full of black lines on his head. Why did he go to so much trouble to find a teacher to help him choose?
The boss didn't have any objections. He simply brought the suitcase of the thief's potion and asked one last time, "Are you sure you want the thief?"

Quinn nodded firmly:
"A famous wise man from my hometown once said, 'Then I obey you,' meaning that people should obey the choices of their hearts."

Ankuya sighed and had nothing to say, so he had to get up and help prepare the potion.

It's like there's no way to prop up a wall.

He tapped the box with his wand and it automatically popped open. The room temperature seemed to drop by two or three degrees in an instant.

Eighty percent of the entire box is ice, which is used to keep the ingredients fresh.

"250 ml of pure water, 10 drops of weasel blood, 5 grams of thief butterfly cocoon silk"

Ankuya dictated the recipe and asked the boss to mix it.

The boss picked up a wine glass and poured the ingredients into it while sighing.

"Tsk tsk, no wonder they say the best materials in the world are in Grindelwald. This stealthy weasel's blood looks like it was just drawn out."

Each ingredient prepared by Ankuya has two portions, and the boss poured it into the cup casually, as if he didn't care about accuracy at all.

Quinn's eyelids twitched as he watched. He had to drink this stuff while you were mixing depth charges?
"Wait, wait, wait—" His expression changed drastically: "Just pour it directly like that? Don't you need to measure it?"

Ankuya said calmly, "He's a bartender, he can run a tavern." "Fuck, whose tavern sells extraordinary potions? Boss, why don't you let me come over while I go buy a measuring cup first."

"What measuring cup do you need?" The owner said, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol. "My hand is the measuring cup!"

".handsome."

Ankuya found a long, thin iron spoon used for mixing cocktails from under the bar and handed it to the boss to use as a stirring stick.

"Heat to 45 degrees and stir clockwise seven times."

As he spoke, he used his magic wand to light the fire. The boss was not afraid of being burned at all. He held the wine glass to the flames, his hands as if made of iron.

As it was stirred, the liquid in the cup gradually mixed into a turbid brown-black color, and a stream of steam spread out.

The smell of rain, earth, alcohol, and Seville's smog in the air all disappeared after coming into contact with the steam. It was as if my nose had malfunctioned and I couldn't smell anything.

"3 grams of dirt from the dungeon entrance, a handful of ashes from a burnt theft verdict, and some rust scraped from a Fourth Age door lock."

The following ingredients gradually became more abstract, and the amounts were no longer precise. With the addition of ash and powder, the potion in the glass began to boil.

Quinn swallowed hard.

My name is Indian aloe vera juice.

"Finally—"

Ankuya carefully took out the box at the bottom of the box, tore off the arcane seal on the box to preserve freshness, and poured the contents directly into the wine glass.

It was a still very alive little finger, twitching slightly. It dissolved instantly after entering the potion liquid, and its blood and skin quickly spread like powder. After a very short time, the potion in the cup took on a dreamy color, bright red, purple, pale pink, and bright green. Finally, it gradually bulged like a dough about to expand.

boom!
Quinn felt a rush of air hit his face.

Looking again, there seemed to be nothing in the wine glass except a broken bone.

He had to stare carefully and concentrate very hard to see that there seemed to be a "ball" of liquid floating in the cup.

The boss rang the bell like a proper bartender and pushed a tray with glasses and straws in front of Quinn.

"Done, your thief's potion."

Quinn raised his head with difficulty and looked at Ankuya: "Is this human bone?"

"No, the bones of a young magical creature called a lion ape."

An Kuya said calmly, "If the academy doesn't have them, you'll have to go to the Western Continent to find them."

".Just drink it like this? No need to prepare anything else?"

Ankuya nodded: "Listen to him."

".Is this really drinkable?"

Quinn was very hesitant.

The boss wiped his hands and went upstairs to help his mother roll out the dough.

"The potion's effectiveness only lasts for three minutes, so drink it quickly. You don't have to swallow the bone."

Quinn stared at the glass of knuckle wine, and after about ten seconds of mental preparation—

"Clean and hygienic!"

He roared, and Liu Yong's courage came over him, and he picked up the wine glass and drank it all -

The "transparent" liquid in the cup slid into his mouth.

But the strange thing was that even though he drank it, he didn't feel anything, as if he didn't notice that he had swallowed something.

The little finger bone of the lion ape hit him in the face. Quinn raised the cup and shook it violently to his mouth. After confirming that there was nothing in the cup, he asked doubtfully:
"Hey, why is this potion tasteless?"

The next moment, darkness came.

He felt his soul and spirit free from the constraints of his body, and then began to fall, fall.
Everything he sensed was distorted together, and the world began to become something he could not understand, like the craziest dream of a mental patient.

A dense and chaotic cacophony of whispers, murmurs, and chants filled his ears. Quinn finally understood what his boss meant by "madness."

His thoughts gradually became confused in these whispers, and along with madness and confusion, the thief's extraordinary characteristics began to condense in his soul.

Quinn tried his best to stay rational and suppressed the urge to understand those "voices". He had a strong premonition that once he understood what they were saying, he would be doomed.

As he fell deeper and deeper, his whispers became more and more complex and louder.

His brain suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if a thousand nails were hammered into it. Every sense in his body was twisted into agony, and all the pain was amplified tenfold and a hundredfold. The impulse in his mind was tempting him—

Give up resistance and all will be joyful and peaceful.

Quinn persevered, because if he couldn't hold on before his extraordinary characteristics were fully condensed, he would become a madman in the boss's eyes!
But at this moment, the useless person characteristic in his soul suddenly lit up, like a spider web entangled him, and then his fall stopped. The spider desperately closed the web and pulled him back -

Before Quinn could understand what was happening, a long string of digital information consisting of 1s and 0s suddenly emerged in his mind.

He had never studied computers and couldn't understand this code-like data, but strangely, a pop-up window of the system automatically popped up, translating the digital information into Chinese.

【Go and steal her box.】

When Quinn opened his eyes again, he found himself sleeping in a recliner behind the bar.

The recliner smells of alcohol from years of use. It's the boss's recliner.

Quinn groggily sat up, a blanket covering her.

The rain has stopped.

How long did I sleep?
Quinn rubbed his eyes, and immediately, he found that his vision had undergone some indescribable changes.

It’s not that your eyesight has improved, but that the center of your field of vision has changed—

With just a casual glance, he memorized all the wines on the bar cabinet. He also had a vague feeling that he seemed to be able to estimate the price of each bottle of wine. He subconsciously locked onto the most expensive bottle of whiskey.

It was the bottle that Ankuya chose, 15 gold pounds, produced from the Bavarian Royal Winery.

Is this the extraordinary ability of the [Thief]?

"You finally woke up."

A pleasant voice came from the front of the bar. Quinn was still immersed in joy and subconsciously thought it was Ankua. He turned his head excitedly -

Immediately, his smile froze on his face.

The evening breeze blew in through the open door, stirring golden hair as brilliant as rice ears. A tall girl, seemingly kissed by the sun, stood at the counter, her eyes sparkling like emerald gems, her peacock-blue dress swaying in the wind, a dreamlike scene.

"Excuse me, is this the Dema Tavern?"

"Yes." Quinn's voice was a little dry.

On the pure gold brooch pinned on the girl's chest, he saw the Vatican's scorching sun cross.

The girl put down her suitcase, lifted the hem of her skirt with both hands, bent down like a dancer, and bowed to Quinn lightly and gracefully.

"I'm Pepe Custer Ortiz. By Mother's order, I'll be staying at your tavern for the next few days. Please take good care of me."

(End of this chapter)