Chapter 3, The Conspiracy of Luo Lan

Hmph, how can such a filthy person be compared to the young master? Young master, don't you think so?

Mount!" With a flick of the Rendet whip, he pointed at a saddled horse.

Spending all day cooped up in a small tower, he felt quite frustrated. Now that there was a free opportunity to take a break, why not seize it? Thus, he stood up in surprise: "Really?"

Because Luo Lan quickly ran out of breath without taking any in

While deep in thought, the sound of hooves suddenly echoed from afar, growing closer outside the house

This seems to be an ominous sign, like a dark cloud, blocking his heavy heart.

Yes, mockery

His movements paused for a moment, revealing a hint of astonishment. He slowly pulled off his shirt and reached towards his right chest, where there was a similar mark.

Drive

A swordsman forcefully pushed on Luolan's back.

Three people inside the room began to slowly approach Luo Lan

However, due to the excessive breadth of study, it is destined that none will be mastered thoroughly

Rendite and others jumped off their horses one after another, and he shouted rudely at Luo Lan: "Get down." It seemed that he was indeed quite frustrated.

He stumbled into the room, and with a glance, saw nothing but a few pine torches hanging on the wall

Move your steps in the darkness, with caution, with caution, and with even more caution ーー "The Thief's Handbook"

Two burly men immediately rushed forward, launching a flurry of punches and kicks at Luo Lan

Play? He immediately thought of certain sordid scenes, and felt a sudden chill.

Luo Lan seemed to have engaged in an incredibly exhausting task, slowly moving to Lendite's side while supporting himself against the wall. Just as countless memories surged into Luo Lan's mind like a tide, it seemed that something else also entered his consciousness.

It is merely a matter of inviting him out and then orchestrating an accident, preferably rendering him "accidentally" disabled, so that the choice of heir becomes unequivocal.

When the hilt of the rapier was drawn out slightly, Roland felt that his left hand, which had been firmly grasped, finally began to loosen, and it trembled violently.

He allowed the beads of sweat to roll down his forehead, coldly gazing at Alendit.

Rendite raised his sword, his eyes wide open, striving to perceive emotions such as terror, fear, and despair from his opponent. However, he was met with disappointment, for all he saw was a faint hint of mockery.

It seemed like a whirlpool emerging from the abyss, akin to the aurora sweeping through the night; yet, in the moment of its dazzling flash, a wave of dizziness immediately washed over Lindit.

After enduring a series of blows strong enough to daze him in a short period, his face bore no bruises at all, except for some smeared blood

Among the three types of thieves, those who engage in shadow skill training are no less than skilled assassins, capable of effortlessly resolving any situation in a very short time. In contrast, the thieves trained in disguise skills by Luo Lan encompass a wide array of disciplines, including speed reading, analysis, stealth, makeup, eloquence, psychology, equestrianism, archery, music theory, and close combat, among others. Due to the extensive knowledge required for this technique, any thief capable of training in this area is undoubtedly an exceptional individual. This includes speed reading, analysis, stealth, makeup, eloquence, psychology, equestrianism, archery, music theory, and close combat, among others. Given the vast range of knowledge involved in this technique, any thief engaged in such training is truly outstanding.

Luo Lan suddenly felt as if countless goosebumps on her body had rebelled all at once

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Rendit suddenly tilted his head back without any warning, glaring at him with immense resentment

Although he can absorb the memories of others, he has no recollection of the origins of his own body. Could there truly be some connection between them?

Thus, he could only wait silently for the opportune moment

According to his observations, Rendit himself possesses no martial skills, while his three "friends" have sturdy limbs and agile steps, likely indicating that they are all low-level swordsmen

Thud

"Ivan is on lookout outside, the rest of you come in with me." Rendet walked in, his whip tapping rhythmically in his palm, full of self-satisfaction. Suddenly, he frowned and cursed under his breath, covering his nose.

Luo Lan cautiously descended from the carriage, and the door of the wooden cabin creaked open with a sound, releasing a wave of musty odor from within

Seeing Luo Lan's look of wonder and excitement, as she touched the exquisite decorations on the carriage, Lundit was so angry that his lips trembled

He truly admires these individuals; they do not understand the slightest bit of concealment or disguise, and they do not even carry bows and arrows. Are they really going to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the beasts?

Taking a few steps back, he extended his left hand to the waist of the swordsman on the left, whose face had already taken on a layer of deathly pallor. With a reverse grip, he drew his sword and made a sweeping motion in mid-air, causing blood to immediately spurt from the neck of the swordsman on the right. The latter clutched his throat, making muffled sounds as he spun in place, then pressed his face against the wall, sliding down softly and leaving behind a pool of red wetness

The swordsman unexpectedly spoke in a sultry voice, which nearly made Luo Lan feel nauseous enough to vomit on the spot: "Young master, I will take you hunting. If you enjoy it, there will be generous rewards."

The guard at the entrance initially intended to stop him, but after a moment of hesitation, he ultimately remained silent

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his head to glance at the foolish Luo Lan. How furious would the old man be once the matter was accomplished

A cold glint flickered in his eyes as he calmly contemplated the possibilities of action and some minor details. However, just a moment later, his expression relaxed, and a strange smile slowly blossomed at the corners of his mouth

If, at this moment, they were to swap their clothes...

The outside Lendit waved his hand at the coachman, signaling him to leave quickly

Luo Lan stepped forward and pressed her hand against the opponent's mouth, using the momentum to fiercely drive her knee into his groin. The opponent immediately doubled over in pain, clutching his crotch.

At that moment, a lifeless wooden cabin appeared ahead, its sunlight ruthlessly blocked by a massive canopy that extended horizontally from the side.

His previously relaxed mood suddenly tensed up again

A strange light suddenly erupted in Luo Lan's eyes

The toxin has taken effect

Luo Lan has finally reached a point of no retreat

This is a wooden cabin used by the forest ranger for temporary rest, and it appears to have been abandoned for a long time

Then he surprisingly stood up as if nothing had happened

Luo Lan carefully tucked the coin close to her, pressing it twice for reassurance

Luo Lan felt a heaviness in her heart and could not help but take a few steps back

Luo Lan covered his mouth with his hand, as he almost asked, "What race do you prefer to use?"

In addition to clothing, he also needed to carefully examine the features and marks on the other person, as these are easily exposed in front of someone familiar. However, just as he pulled open the other person's shirt, he suddenly discovered a diamond-shaped mark on Rundit's right chest

Should we let him ride in the carriage?" a swordsman beside him leaned in and whispered

Luo Lan secretly sneered, it seemed they were ready to take action here, hmm, should he teach them a lesson or... Suddenly, a thought emerged in his mind, and as soon as this thought appeared, it spread through his mind like a poisonous vine at an astonishing speed, impossible to eradicate.

Stop wasting words, the young master has called for you, so come down immediately

Luo Lan retreated step by step, seemingly at a loss for what to do next

"Young Master, what shall we go to fight?" Luo Lan asked curiously

Puff!

His movements were unceasing, exerting all his strength in a single rotation. With a sharp "bang," his elbow struck the head of Rundit, who had just begun to regain consciousness. He reached forward, grasping the opponent's sword with the *map* in hand, and with a powerful kick, he not only kicked him out but also swiftly drew the sword back. Then, he quickly dashed forward a few steps and aimed a deadly thrust at the slightly arched area of the wooden wall, resulting in a piercing scream from outside.

A glimmer of intense desire intertwined with a sharp edge flashed in Luo Lan's eyes

A gold coin lay before Roland, minted during the Laurentian Dynasty. The obverse displayed the portrait of Emperor Dister, while the reverse featured the timeless Temple of Heroes.

"You filthy pig, today I shall turn you into a useless person," Lendit sneered as he waved his hand.

Luo Lan rolled on the ground, seemingly screaming in agony.

"You filthy pig, how can you compare to the noble bloodline of the Landiston family?" Rendet shouted arrogantly, pulling out the long sword embedded in his wrist. The gaping wound healed at a visibly rapid pace, and he smiled eerily at Roland, saying, "Did you expect this? Members of the Landiston family are born with extraordinary gifts, and my gift is: an immortal body!"

At this moment, he had no time to ponder what it was, took a few quick breaths, and prepared to exchange the clothes of the two individuals

As they exited the castle, Rendit was already impatiently waiting on his horse, continuously waving the whip in his hand and occasionally emitting sharp, irritable cracks of the whip. Flanking him on either side were two robust swordsmen, indicating that his "taste" was quite unique, favoring the strong and powerful. Luo Lan, feeling quite distant from this, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

mockery

Yes, come down quickly, or the young master will get angry

The person who took action became even more excited, but unfortunately, this feeling did not last long

He couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing; it seems that only under pressure does one find motivation. Even the idle young scions mentioned in this data understand that certain things must be fought for through effort

Rendite seemed to be taken aback by his own ineffectiveness, and he shouted in dissatisfaction: "Hang him up, I will personally cut his tendons."

Rendite suddenly accelerated his speed, racing into the woods, as he could no longer contain his impatience

The entire process of the slaughter lasted only a little over twenty seconds, during which he accomplished a perfect combat against a greater number of enemies.

However, Luo Lan firmly believes that they will find a way to overcome this difficulty

In that instant, he suddenly thrust his head forward, delivering a powerful blow to the triangular area of Rendet's face, causing the latter to lean back and spurt a stream of blood from his nose. At the same time, leveraging his already lowered stance, Luo Lan pushed off the ground with both feet, twisted his waist sharply, and his tightly clenched left fist struck upward with great force against the jaw of the swordsman on his right, effectively silencing the angry shout he was about to unleash.

Seeing Luo Lan accept the money, the swordsman breathed a sigh of relief and urged, "Then let us go."

If successful, a Samsung thief who has been mixed up for three years without entering the upper echelons of the organization could potentially become a true feudal lord

His mood was already quite poor, not only because there was now someone in the castle competing with him for his inheritance, but also because his favorite bird had inexplicably flown into a wall and died

The swordsman outside the door mumbled, leaning against the doorframe at an angle, and began to whistle

Rendit’s astonishment transformed into a face full of horror and shock, yet he found himself unable to struggle, slowly sinking down, his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred. Before falling into a blank void, he recalled a question he had always actively ignored—his opponent was also a member of the Landiston family.

Luo Lan questioned, "Aren't we going hunting?"

No one in this world can hurt me! Lendit shouted even more frantically: You will pay the price for what you have done!

"Play World of Warcraft!" Lendit said impatiently

The result is that Luo Lan sits steadily in a beautifully decorated carriage, pulled by two magnificent black horses, while Lindite and his group ride alongside on horseback, for wherever they go, they seem to be mere attendants of the carriage.

"Young master, you two look so alike, it's simply identical," exclaimed a lipstick-wearing swordsman to the left of Lindit, in a charming manner.

The poisoned swordsman has finally collapsed to the ground.

Perhaps Rundit and he share the same mentality, always seeking a more secluded place to act when committing wrongdoing

The coachman understood immediately and drove away from here as if fleeing for his life

In a direct confrontation, he might be able to defeat a low-ranking swordsman one-on-one, but now there are three people!

If a shadowy thief were standing here at this moment, he would also marvel at his skills and imagination

"I, I cannot ride a horse..." Luo Lanse said softly. As a country boy, it is not unusual to be unable to ride a horse; however, Lindit and his "boyfriends" had not considered this at all.

Their appearances are so similar that one could say they are identical

Even with his well-honed state of mind, he could not help but breathe rapidly at this moment

Luo Lan's voice gradually echoed in the oppressive wooden cabin along with the books: "Do you think you are the only one with talent? Hmph! I have talent too!" He laughed devilishly: "My talent can drain your normal memories and all your vitality from your brain, until you become a useless person! But don't worry, I will make sure you remember how to eat and sleep."

Rendite's face darkened, and he nodded with a visibly displeased expression.

He stared in astonishment at the burly swordsman and asked, "What are you doing?"

However, he felt vaguely that something was amiss, yet he could not figure out what it was no matter how hard he tried

However, he at least knows that it is not yet time to take action, and he is forcing himself to endure without erupting.

Fortunately, the swordsman's flickering eyes revealed his inner thoughts, and Luo Lan immediately guessed their lowly tricks with a high degree of accuracy.

Just as he reached to touch the sword at his waist, it seemed as if Luo Lan had fainted, but suddenly his eyes opened wide. Slightly tilting his head, he silently shot a poisoned needle at the burly man on his left.

When he gasped his way back into the house, a strong smell of blood had already permeated the air

They gradually ventured deeper into the forest, where the sparse trees began to grow denser; further ahead, they would have to dismount and proceed on foot.

This is a means used by thieves as a last resort to perish together, and its toxin only becomes active upon contact with blood

The swordsman hurriedly stuffed the gold coins into his hand, as if afraid he would change his mind

Hit! Strike with force! The expression on Arendt's face was filled with a brutal sense of pleasure

However, the once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity is right before us

The carriage raced northward, soon arriving at a lush forest, where the dense branches and leaves spread up the undulating mountains.

Fortunately, his "friend" promptly provided him with such a good idea

Luo Lan reacted as he should, retreating in panic and stammering, "You, you all..."

He grasped the long sword and approached with a sinister smile: "You have caused me great pain, young master, and now I shall make you experience the same feeling."

He fell to the ground, looking up at the sky

From this point onward, he can free himself from everything of the past and ... ...

Luo Lan did not dare to relax; he grabbed one of the dazed Rundit’s arms and tore off the sleeve, nailing it to the wooden wall with a "crack." The latter immediately let out a pig-like scream of agony. Ignoring it completely, he ran straight out the door and mercilessly delivered another blow to the heart of the swordsman who was still groaning.

Excluding him, there are a total of five people, including the coachman

The swordsman held Luo Lan up on either side, lifting him before him as if he were a dead dog

If it cannot be a one-hit kill, as long as one person reacts, his plan will fail