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"......"

No words were exchanged, and in response, Cyclone could only clap his hands in admiration.

"I have been observing for a long time, this sacred mission allows only success, not failure!!"

Cabellus clenched his fist, exuding an imposing presence, and Cyclone was also warmed by his fiery aura, a drop of sweat trickling down his forehead.

"I never expected...the poet has a fondness for underwear~"

"Haha! No, no, I have no interest in underwear, but Mathews has a hobby of collecting underwear. In order to get him to join my guild, I need the underwear of Falxoria!"

Continuing to clap, Cyclone couldn't believe that stealing underwear could be justified like this.

Truly a poet, indeed, that's very poetic.

"But as for the underwear...any pair will do, right? He may not necessarily..."

"No, he will know~"

Cyclone's suggestion was firmly rejected by Cabellus.

"He...he's such a pervert, with an extraordinary discernment of small things, butt size, temperature, fur, and whatnot, all have different meanings in his eyes."

"What the f***!? That's impressive? But if you say that, isn't this person truly..."

Cyclone didn't need to finish his sentence, Cabellus already nodded in confirmation.

"That's right, he's a true pervert, but I need him."

The two started chatting, and Cabellus moved closer to his lodgings, while also avoiding the noon sun.

"Not only that, his hands are very skillful. He can imitate many noble or expensive little trinkets, and I want his ability for that~"

Apart from clapping, Cyclone didn't know what else to do.

"Then...why do you want this ability?"

When he was getting excited, Cabellus stopped because of Cyclone's question.

After a few seconds, Cabellus continued speaking.

"Cyclone, my buddy~ I know you're just casually asking now because you have nothing to do, that's why you're listening to me, right?"

As expected of someone from the same kind, this person instantly understood what was on Cyclone's mind.

"But I can't just tell you everything like this~ If you really want to know more..."

Cyclone looked at the sky for a moment and thought.

Ximirya was right, even though Cyclone could now remove the bandages, it didn't mean that his body was fully healed.

So Cyclone had no reason to accompany Cabellus for fun. If they were discovered, there might not be a chance to go after Falxoria before leaving.

"......"

However, Cabellus wasn't stupid, he was just like Cyclone, a clever person.

And Cyclone wasn't the type to be timid and fearful, he always found opportunities in danger. If he was discovered by Falxoria, Cyclone could divert attention by accusing Cabellus, gaining Falxoria's favor.

"Well~ I've got nothing better to do anyway~ Alright! I'll help you, damn it!"

"Hey~ Good! Follow me!"

With that, Cabellus led Cyclone and embarked on this sacred journey of stealing underwear.

"Come on, Cyclone, my buddy~"

The plan was well thought out, with every bush and every corner in the church noted. What was even more astonishing was that the positioning and movement of every person, from the janitor to the guards by the priest's side, were predicted. Passing through one thicket after another, they steadily approached Fulcia's room. Finally, the two stopped in front of a window.

"Amazing~ I never thought that not a single person would notice us," Cyclone exclaimed, impressed by the thief's skills. Jumping through the window, they found themselves in the largest room behind the chapel. This was the caretaker's room, as well as Fulcia's private quarters. Though not completely dark, the foreign sun provided enough light for the two.

Initially, they landed in the storeroom after jumping through the window. It was a rectangular room used for storing miscellaneous items. Cabellus placed a small mirror under the room's door to check if anyone was outside. After confirming that the coast was clear, Cabellus opened the door.

"Alright, this is where Fulcia's bedroom and office are located."