Chapter 1: The Mission of the Thieves' Guild

Three sentences traverse time

Luo Lan has traveled through time

Luo Lan violated regulations by crossing a section of the fence

In the moment of crossing over, Luo Lan finally understood why there are so many traffic accidents each year

Appeal to the world

The words of the God of Light are the truth, but they are spoken through my mouth

The God of Light comforts all, tolerates all, forgives all, cherishes all... Unfortunately, every time it does so, it first destroys everything.

Who says the God of Light lacks humanity? From the fact that it does not allow anyone to lay a hand on the Saintess, it is not merely somewhat human, but rather quite human!

"Whether something is a sin is determined by the God of Light; whether to punish or not is also determined by me"

"To eat and wait for death is a right bestowed upon every cleric by the God of Light. On what grounds do you accuse me?"

There are many reasons for the downfall of the Divine Religion, enough to fill a book. Our Holy War Army was merely the last straw that broke the camel's back. The most critical point is that the Light Religion has only one leader, while the Divine Religion has multiple leaders.

I do not like the behavior of suppressing heretics under the banner of the God of Light, but why do they always cling to the land of the God of Light and refuse to leave

The Holy See never collects taxes, only tribute.

To strike at a man, nothing is more effective than making his woman yours. To strike at a woman, nothing is more effective than having her man surrounded by a group of women. Well, I admit this statement has its flaws; you made me say it. To strike at a man, nothing is more effective than having him suddenly discover that his woman is actually a transgender person. To strike at a woman, nothing is more effective than coming home to find her man lying in bed with another man

I am very lazy, but I have a strong sense of self-esteem

If one day you lose everything, do not be afraid, for at least you still possess one thing... Would you like to hear it? First, sign this contract of servitude.

A simpler life is not necessarily a bad thing; if one is unaware even when death is imminent, that would be even better

A person's stance must be clear! Here, no dilly-dallying is allowed! No doing push-ups!

Your ... ...

The mysterious figure quietly observed him for a moment, then broke into loud applause, exclaiming: "Wonderful! Wonderful!" The sound of clapping was particularly jarring in the dimly lit room

The man in black cast a look of approval at Luo Lan and said in his usual flat tone, "Are you satisfied?"

"What is your name?" The mysterious man sat down, his voice hoarse, clearly a result of deliberate disguise. However, someone like Luo Lan, who had undergone special training, immediately recognized that this was a man in his fifties.

The mysterious person said in a deep voice: "Please speak."

If he were to discover that the role he is playing is actually his true identity before his amnesia—that of the second son of Count Zod Lantiston—what kind of reaction would he have

When asked to this extent, it usually elicits a few gasps of astonishment; however, this individual seems to be an exception. After a brief silence, he slowed his speech and asked, "What kind of family is the Landiston family?"

"I have finished watching." Luo Lan nodded affirmatively

The man in black remained silent

That was a thick stack of documents

Luo Lan smiled slightly and said, "What a coincidence that is." From the old man's words, he grasped a clue: the old man must be very familiar with the members of the Landiston family, and it is even highly likely that he is someone who holds a specific position within the family.

He is the most suitable candidate, the man in black said, along with the book

A hidden door quietly opened, and a mysterious figure wrapped in a gray cloak stepped inside

The pages in his hand flipped at an astonishing speed, and after half an hour, he stopped.

The man in black glanced at him and coldly snorted, "He does not have the opportunity to know."

Our family is a cursed one, with all members not living beyond the age of fifty. My great-great-grandfather believed this to be a punishment from God, and thus he made a promise to the Church of Light that as long as there were descendants in the family, one person from each generation would be sent to the church to serve as a messenger of the God of Light. In this generation, my father has only one son, my elder brother, Lindit, who will turn twenty next month. The emissary from the Holy See is about to arrive, and he must send my brother to the church; otherwise, he will have to donate half of his estate to the church as compensation. However, this would mean the family loses its heir. At this moment, he remembers that I, a bastard child, am still out there. Therefore, if he has a son to undertake this mission, he naturally would not have to worry about the inheritance issue... but this would mean the family loses its heir. At this moment, he remembers that I, a bastard child, am still out there. Therefore, if he has a son to undertake this mission, he naturally would not have to worry about the inheritance issue...

The mysterious figure spoke in a deep voice: "This was my oversight; I will make a note of it in the report for the Landiston family." He paused and, in an inquiring tone, asked: "Low-tier militia swordsman?"

Luo Lan nodded and said, "No problem." As long as he can demonstrate his martial skills, it is sufficient. As for what level of strength it truly is, it is generally difficult to discern without the insight of a great swordsman or above. If an enemy of that caliber were to strike at him, it would be better to simply give up resistance.

Xiaos Lantiston. Luo Lan smirked and said without hesitation, for a novice, such habitual questions might be misleading, but for him, they were utterly worn out. The moment he set down that document, he had already successfully immersed himself in the role described within it

"Not bad, your appearance is remarkably similar to that of Lindt Lantiston; one could say you are identical. The moment I laid eyes on you, I almost thought you were him." The old man's head, cloaked in shadows, slightly shook, as if he were marveling at such an astonishing coincidence in the world

You may ask. The man in black is sparing with his words

Secondly, does the person I am portraying have any unknown marks or characteristics?

Luo Lan calmly sat down opposite the man in black. At the same time, he felt a strange sensation, as if he were being watched in the shadows.

This is a branch of the Evil Thieves' Guild. He couldn't help but ponder what kind of task the guild was going to assign him this time. Why was it necessary to be so secretive?

He said calmly, "Understood, I have no more issues."

The man in black and the old man exchanged a glance. The former said calmly, "Rest assured, it has already been dealt with by us."

Twenty

Satisfied, very satisfied, but I have a small issue to remind your group members about. The mysterious person's tone unconsciously became polite.

As Luo Lan spoke, he was rapidly contemplating the intent behind the other party's question. Such a simple question clearly did not need to be raised specifically; it was a reading skill that every competent disguise thief must master, which is to grasp the general information at the first moment. Therefore, the other party must have a deeper meaning. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration crossed his mind, and he felt as if a path ahead had opened up.

Luo Lan raised his eyebrows, took a book, and began to flip through it

What is your elder brother's name

Luo Lan's heart skipped a beat; he certainly understood the meaning of the term "handle"

The man in black tugged at the dark line beside him, as if sending some kind of signal. Luo Lan slightly curled his lips; this was a common smoke screen used by thieves' guilds, as the methods of sending signals were designed to be completely undetectable. He was eight parts certain that there was indeed a real mechanism beneath the feet of the man in black

Luo Lan slightly inclined her body and gracefully stepped out of the door

He smiled and said, "May I also be allowed to ask three questions?"

The man in black pointed to the desk.

Luo Lan entered the gloomy and oppressive room

Is this method appropriate? The mysterious figure and the book person seem to have some doubts

I guessed correctly! Luo Lan thought to himself, then slightly raised his voice and continued: "I presume you must have a deeper intention, considering my unique identity. I believe either you want me to cooperate with a certain faction within the family, or you intend to use other methods. In any case, the goal is to have the role I am playing ascend to the position of the family heir." He lifted his chin and confidently said: "Am I correct in what I have said?"

The mysterious figure let out an unpleasant laugh and said to Luo Lan: "You are correct, there are many individuals to choose from within the criminal band of thieves, yet we have specifically chosen you. I wonder if you have noticed that the information we provided does not describe the specific appearance of the identity you are portraying"

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First, may I be permitted to demonstrate some martial skills if necessary? This question posed by Luo Lan is crucial. Within such a family, conspiracies and assassinations are common; for the sake of self-preservation, he may resort to harming others.

The mysterious person replied without a moment's thought: "You need not worry about this issue; we have already made arrangements." Luo Lan felt a slight surprise, as he thought this question would be the most difficult to handle, yet it turned out to be resolved so easily.

Count Zod Lantiston

Luo Lan stood still in the corridor, taking several deep breaths as if to expel the gloom from his chest. He glanced back at the dark, heavy door with a deep gaze, then left without looking back.

At this point, he deliberately paused, and indeed, the head of the mysterious figure under the cloak moved slightly

Age

The enemy's fear stems from your presence

He pondered for a moment and then asked, "Thirdly, how is the real Theos Lantiston and his mother arranged within the group?"

The subsequent twenty or so questions came at an increasingly rapid pace, intertwining with one another in a complex manner, creating a sense of overwhelming pressure. However, Luo Lan not only showed no signs of pause but also answered each question with precision, as if this were indeed the identity he was meant to embody

Luo Lan felt a stir in her heart, could it be...

He continued, "Such a role, I believe there are many who could play it in the Thieves' Guild, but you have specifically chosen me. Therefore, I boldly deduce that my main task within the Landiston family is not merely to play this role..."

"Go down," said the man in black

Have you finished watching it

What is your father's name? The next question immediately followed.

Rendit Lantiston

"Sit down." The figure in black across from me was shrouded in darkness. In front of him was a long table, with only an excessively high vent allowing a beam of light to penetrate, illuminating the tabletop directly. Countless particles of dust danced wildly in the light.

He turned his head and said to the man in black, "The members of the Evil Thieves' Guild are indeed all elites"