Kaelxi trailed Witt from a distance until he neared a small alley.

This was the mandatory path after entering Cesecity’s gate—the first alley closest to it.

Kaelxi had arranged for backup inside. She only needed to snatch the wallet in a black robe; even if Witt spotted her, he couldn’t catch her.

Once she fled into the alley, she’d hand the robe to a beggar who’d dash off. Then Kaelxi would stroll out confidently. No one would suspect the despicable thief was a weak, helpless Elf beauty.

This trick never failed. Sometimes she’d knock over victims; by the time they rose, she was long gone.

Others, panting at the alley entrance, would ask if she’d seen a black-robed thief.

Kaelxi would slightly part her lips, cover her mouth, and feign panic while pointing randomly.

They’d thank her profusely and chase a thief they’d never find.

Now Witt would be that victim—Kaelxi’s next sacrifice, she thought.

Perfect timing. Witt was fifty meters from the alley.

Though Kaelxi’s stomach felt bloated from drinking water and she needed to pee, she could hold it. Opportunities like this were rare.

She crouched low and dashed. With her Rogue abilities, pedestrians saw only a black shadow—likely an illusion.

Witt, with Bronze warrior-level strength, barely glimpsed the shadow before being slammed hard.

He felt something soft bounce off him. His 1.8-meter frame stood firm like an iron tower.

Kaelxi stumbled back, still clutching the wallet she’d stolen from his chest. Dazed, she hadn’t hidden it yet.

Witt was stunned too. He stared at the black-robed figure holding—his wallet?

He patted his chest. The wallet was gone!

Kaelxi seized his confusion, crouched, and sprinted into the alley faster than before.

"Scared me to death! Almost failed, but good thing he’s an idiot!"

Under the hood, the Elf girl’s face still held traces of fright, but her lips curled greedily. The bloated stomach dimmed her smile.

She didn’t care. She’d just pee after this job. No one could catch her.

Witt wasn’t smart, but seeing the thief flee, he roared and chased. His heavy steps thundered like a war chariot rolling toward her.

Kaelxi glanced back. Witt charged like a demon, eyes blazing red.

Terror wiped her smile away. She nearly peed on the spot. She’d run until her legs broke.

Pedestrians cursed and scattered, avoiding the collision.

Witt was fast but no match for a Rogue. Kaelxi reached the alley. If she escaped the other end, he’d lose his wallet forever.

Watching her vanish, Witt fumed. He cast the low-tier "Haste" magic, barely matching her speed. Fist raised like a charging knight, he reached the alley entrance.

Kaelxi had changed into a white dress and walked toward the exit.

Unaware of his magic, she estimated Witt was ten meters back—plenty of time.

She composed herself, wearing a bright, confident smile as she stepped out elegantly.

Then she saw Witt’s wall-like figure.

His bull-like charge couldn’t stop. His fist slammed into her water-filled stomach.

"Ugh!"

That punch was the last straw. Kaelxi turned deathly pale, eyes rolling back, tongue slightly out.

It wasn’t just pain—drops had already leaked onto her thighs.

Witt’s body pressed down, knocking her over. His other hand braced the ground, sparing her from being crushed.

Otherwise, it’d be like wringing a soaked sponge dry.

Sunlight suddenly bathed them.

Kaelxi’s eyes, avoiding the glare, met Witt’s dark gaze.

Stunned by her beauty, Witt froze—one hand on the ground, the other lightly pressing down.

Pressure shifted. A stream flowed down her legs to the ground.

Kaelxi thought he’d seen her changing. His earlier fury meant he’d kill her.

Bloating pain and deathly fear overwhelmed her. Only one thought remained: "Don’t kill me. Beat me, do worse—just don’t kill me."

She covered her chest, near tears. "Please... spare me."

Witt scrambled up, dusting his hands. Panic flickered in his eyes. He extended a hand. "Apologies, beautiful lady. It was unintentional."

He added, "Did you see a black-robed person?"

Kaelxi realized this idiot caused a misunderstanding.

Suppressing anger, she gripped his hand, clamped her legs, and shakily stood. "Sorry, sir. I was too scared to remember."

Witt felt deep remorse. The wallet didn’t matter—he’d earn money after getting the Warrior Scroll.

Seeing her pale face, guilt surged. He wanted to compensate her.

"Allow my sincerest apologies again, lady. To better compensate you, may I ask your name?"

Kaelxi could barely hold her bladder. She needed him gone.

Trembling, she said, "Kaelxi. My name is Kaelxi."

Witt memorized it. "Miss Kaelxi, I am Witt."

Kaelxi thought, "Idiot, who cares about your name!" She stared, hoping he’d finish.

Her displeasure was plain.

Witt sensed the awkwardness. Spotting a shiny puddle where she’d fallen, he blurted, "Miss Kaelxi, you seem to have sweated a lot."

Kaelxi’s face flushed—from anger, embarrassment, or both.

"Idiot," she thought. "Just wait until I sell you to a mine."