Chapter 40. Jake's Attic

Jake was so angry that he laughed.

There was very little flesh on the Elf's face, and his skin seemed to be stuck to his bones. His face twitched along with his strange laughter, which looked particularly strange.

"How can I help?"

He asked calmly, as if without a trace of emotion.

However, Char, who was familiar with him, knew that he was really angry.

Although Jake was only an unmarried and childless tailor, he was no ordinary person.

Most people would not join the Rose Cross Society.

He looked like a level 14 Mage, and his [Tailor] was at level 9, just like a lifestyle NPC.

However, in fact, this was a level 40 Skinner. An executioner of a mysterious sect. In the past, he was a murderer and executioner, but now he mostly played the role of a forensic doctor, occasionally pretending to be a murderer.

He did not use a dagger, but a small, sharp pair of scissors.

It was just because of a small matter that he had not fought for a long time.

He looked at Char with a calm gaze, but in fact, he was already thinking about where to start and how to cut it into a size that would be more convenient for transportation.

"You're mistaken." Char smiled and explained, "I have my own way of getting out, but I need a little help from you. If we really fight, I'm confident that I can subdue you before sir's scissors strike.

Jake's expression froze. It was only then that he remembered that the other party had exposed his identity as a member of the church and knew him a little. He simply stopped pretending and crossed his arms, "I allow you to stay until dark and then disappear from my sight."

Char sighed and did not argue.

"Can I get something to eat from the 'pocket kitchen' on the second floor?"

Jake's pupils contracted. A small, black-gold scissors appeared in his palm, and he swung it up from below with his right hand! It actually brought with it the sound of wind breaking in midair!

Char staggered backward as if he had predicted this and dodged the attack. Then, he held down Evelyn who was about to attack. historical

"Don't get me wrong, I just want to show that I know 'that thing'. Furthermore, I will use suitable information to make a deal with you."

Jake realized that he did not have the confidence to defeat his opponent, much less the allies beside him. He had also revealed his biggest secret, so he did not continue to attack. He stood still and did not say anything.

"The place where you buried the body is not safe. It will be dug out very soon, and then that person's identity will be exposed. If the court's people continue to investigate, and it will eventually end up on you."

Jake frowned. "He's already broken like that. How can you even find out?"

"It's impossible to find it by normal means, but the fate crystal of the people from the Royal Court is different from that of ordinary Elves. Besides indicating life and death, it can also identify a corpse, even a strand of hair."

Jake's eyes moved slightly, as if he believed him. He asked again, "What could have caused him to be exposed?"

"There's going to be a big mess here soon." Char spread his hands. "As for what it is, I can't say, and it has nothing to do with me. But in short, it can't be hidden."

The Elven Tailor thought about it for a few seconds and seemed to have heard it. He did not waste any time and pointed upstairs.

"Go upstairs and rest. Since you know me so well, you should know what can be touched and what can't be touched, right?"

Char smiled and bowed slightly. Then, he dragged the confused Evelyn away.

The two of them went to the second floor.

When they came in through the window, Evelyn saw that the so-called second floor was just a small attic.

However, this time, when she looked at it carefully, she realized that everything here was very small. The bed, the closet, a set of cooking utensils, and the pot table. It looked like it was for children to play house, and all of them were one-third smaller than the normal size.

The bed was facing an oval window. The window was very deep, and the window frame was made of thick wood. It seemed that there should not have been a window here, but someone had spent a lot of effort to chisel it out.

Looking out from here, one could see the sky full of stars. The White bricks and red tiles next door happened to block the tall city wall. Everything looked so warm.

"This place used to belong to a little girl named Niya."

Char said in a low voice as he pointed at the area next to the small bedroom that was covered with hay.

"We'll deal with him there tonight. Don't touch him here, or he'll go crazy."

The Dark Elf looked at him, her expression obvious.

"Alright, let's go. I'll tell you."

The two of them went into a rather narrow compartment, and Char hugged the Dark Elf with practiced ease. Her curvaceous body resisted in his arms for a moment and then stopped struggling.

He was probably used to it, so he had been like this all the way.

Sniffing the faint scent of the Elf's body, Char began to tell Jake's story in a low voice.

On a rainy night about four years ago, the skinny tailor found a bamboo basket in the corner of the alley next door when he went out to dump the garbage. It was still trembling, which was very strange.

He lifted the bamboo basket and saw a terrified Dark Elf girl squatting down.

She was covered in wounds and was drenched, but her eyes were bright.

Jake was an unsociable and cold person who did not want to cause trouble. However, he was not numb to it. He returned to the room and took out a thick, smooth felt cloth and a few pieces of bread to hand to the other party. He did not care anymore.

For the next three days, he would take a look every time he went out, but he found nothing. He thought that the other party had been taken away by the police department or had left on his own, so he quickly forgot about this matter.

Until one night, he heard a rustling sound from the second floor of his house.

Jake thought that he had been robbed and immediately went up with a pair of scissors. However, he couldn't find the person, but he found the rag.

He felt that it was very strange, so he decided to stay on the second floor until dawn.

When the first rays of the morning sun shone in through the large window on the wall, he realized that the Dark Elf was hiding in the corner.

The Dark Elves' innate skill [Shadowmeld] allowed them to completely blend into the darkness in places with no light. It could be used once every natural day, but its duration was unlimited. She hid in the corner and stayed there the whole night in fear.

Jake's face twitched, but he did not say anything. He turned around and left. A few minutes later, he came back with cake and milk.

It was the same every day.

The two of them spent half a year silently and tacitly, and Jake slowly got used to her presence.

During this period, he noticed that she did nothing but stay in the dark every day, so he simply opened a window on the second floor so that she could see the outside world from inside. At the same time, he comforted himself that this was to prevent her from hiding again at night. As long as the moonlight shone in, she would no longer be able to hide.

These child-sized beds and utensils were also made at that time. Jake consoled himself by saying that it was for his future children.

"He's not even married yet, so what f*cking child does he have?"

Char ridiculed without mercy, and Evelyn could not help but laugh.

"What happened after that?"

"After that, enemies came."

Char's smile disappeared, and his eyes became sharp. "Jake also never thought that Niya would be a young child of the slave breeding base."