T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 571.570. The Great Thief
A month after the Dimir incident, the Primarchs met with an envoy sent by Kurion in the city of Kekri.

He was taken to a special reception room, where a soundproof array was set up, and, with an Imperial notary present, he repeated his words of obedience to Brendan.

"Are you sure all your answers are archived in documents and photographic scrolls?"

The notary asked the question three times in a row, and the tetragenous organism answered yes each time.

The title of hero that Dimir saved the day has changed hands.

In addition to the usual procedures of pressing handprints and signing names, the messenger also brought an artist to paint a portrait of the four original entities.

At this point, the Primarchs had already guessed that Kurien had more or less guessed his deal with Brendan.

Due to the issue of the Dark Lion Guards, he tacitly approved of this action.

However, whether it was the notary's questioning or the taking of photos and portraits, these details were all Kuryn's way of warning Brendan not to use his power to bully others.

Brendan felt quite wronged.

As early as the day after the clearing of Dimir City, he spread out a map of Kekri City and let the four primitives choose their residences.

It doesn't matter if someone else is there; he'll buy it and make the original owner move out.

His standard of living, including food, clothing, and other necessities, was basically the same as that of this lord.

If the Primarch has an idea, he only needs to say it, and the appropriate equivalent will appear on his desk, ready to be squandered.

Brendan considered himself one of the few nobles in the empire willing to pay the blood tax.

Even if the entire border region is disloyal and disloyal, he is willing to remain loyal.

This fair-skinned, slightly overweight middle-aged man regarded this as an honor; his pride was unlike that of other insects in the empire, which was merely a performance.

Having been away from Anadu for many years to build the border, even his trusted confidants, whom he had personally selected from among the noble children of the academy, could only be trusted after initial suspicion.

The envoy left, taking with him the "truth" and a snake-man's head.

It will become a prize to be offered to Kurion.

The name of the Corruption Tribe has been forever erased from the history of Anna.

The ideal state for a schemer is to manipulate everyone without being noticed by those involved.

The day the truth is revealed, their demise is already sealed.

The elves and trolls were thorough, killing everyone except those with extremely high slave value.

In this matter, both sides showed a rare level of understanding.

Brendan offered no manpower support, but he did provide a batch of supplies.

After the dust settled, when the various races of the woodland divided the wealth of the Corrupted Tribe, they reserved a portion as compensation for Dimir and the Four Primarchs.

That night's exceptionally courageous performance drew admiration from those who experienced it firsthand on the other side of the border.

Anna's reward afterwards was actually given to Brendan?
It's obvious that the empire's old problems have resurfaced: lords are using their power to oppress others and steal credit.

The elves and trolls, unable to stand by and watch, declared that they could no longer stay in Anna and could slip away.

The Tetraprototype is also difficult to explain in detail, but we appreciate their good intentions.

Trolls are all straightforward.

"Whatever you want, we'll leave it for you."

The various races of the woodlands tacitly accepted that Brendan was a beast who only bullied heroes from other continents who had no foundation.

Even if the gifts reach the Primarchs, they might be divided up. So it's better to have the three most prestigious races appoint a notary to store the spoils outside Anna.

Whenever the Tetraprimes are short of money, they sneak over to collect it.

Unable to refuse their kind offer, and after much deliberation, the Four Primal Bodies decided to demand a batch of snake-people's skins and gallbladders.

He vaguely remembered that both of these things could be used to make potions.

Reality isn't a game; many materials aren't easy to obtain. So, let's prepare a batch of medicinal herbs in advance and find the right moment to distribute them after we meet...

I can't imagine what kind of expression Mint will make, hehe~~~
"Dong dong dong~~~"

"Enter."

The four prototypes did not turn their heads, but continued to examine their attire in front of the full-length mirror.

An elderly man with half his hair gray and a sprightly demeanor pushed open the door and entered. It was Old Tok, who had fought alongside him in Dimir City three months ago.

Brendan allowed the four Primarchs to choose their residences, and he ultimately chose the southern part of Kekri.

Here stands an adventurers' guild, in the heart of the vast city of Kekri, the area with the highest population flow, and adjacent to the commercial district.

Brendan kept his word and, with a wave of his hand, gave him his manor located there.

Having just arrived and being unfamiliar with the place, the Four Primals simply called over Old Tok after settling in to act as their butler.

He left some matters that he was not comfortable handling to his father to Old Tok.

Now he has changed his name to Primitive.

During their conversations, Brendan and the others would often wonder why a number was added before "Primarch"—in Anahr, "Primarch" had a special meaning in alchemy.

The official definition of what happened in Dimir was the "Dimir Forest Resource Collapse Incident".

Despite the involvement of the four original entities, the general direction of the events and the final chapter still aligned with the correct historical facts.

The big commotion was caused by the need to survive in the land. If possible, he did not want to cause any major events in the next three years that could excessively affect the reunion in Fengjia City.

The four entities decided to start with their own names, hoping that after regaining their magic and leaving, they could also sever their ties with the past.

"Primarch, this is today's security patrol report."

Old Tok adapted quickly, while the Quadruple Primarchs, who had just completed their identity transformation, were somewhat awkward.

It's strange that people treat me like a servant.

But it's strange to be called "adult" at home, so I just ignore it.

As a former fortress, Kekeli City covers an extremely large area.

As a place with a high density of people, the South District is home to a large number of locals and people of different ethnicities. People with different customs and beliefs move around and interact here, and they can cause some big commotion from time to time.

Brendan assigned all the South District's security knights to the Primal, asking him to take care of them while he lay low.

If he hadn't discerned the abilities of the Four Primals from the events surrounding Dimir, he wouldn't have been worthy of being chosen by Kurien as a lord.

Besides, there are benefits to doing this.

The dense crowd and diverse mix of people also meant abundant sources of information, making it easier to find information about his missing friends.

After some explanation, the Four Primal Bodies took office as the Southern District Governor.

The knights who maintain order in this chaotic place are all carefully selected by Brendan; in their words, they are all from impeccable families.

As members of the lord's knights, they would never stoop to accepting bribes or protecting illegal activities.

Therefore, security patrol reports are generally data summaries that record the types of incidents handled that day.

Interestingly, the idea for creating the report came from Brendan.

This actually made things easier for the four original entities, who had spent a long time dealing with various reports in their previous lives.

The crimes that occur in the southern district are mostly thefts.

Occasionally there are drunken disturbances and street fights, but the number is not large.

Overall, the security knights were mostly dealing with anti-pickpocketing matters.

"Prevention first, combining prevention and crackdown, addressing both symptoms and root causes, to jointly build a harmonious southern district."

The four progenitors unconsciously recited this passage, and then they all laughed.

Breakfast was brought in by a maid, and he invited old Tok to sit down and eat with him.

The latter did not hesitate; he had already sensed that this gentleman was very approachable.

"Primarch, have you ever heard of the 'Night Rats'?"

The four original beings, chewing on the meat pie, asked subconsciously.

"Is it a monster?"

"No, he's a thief."

"Very famous?"

"The four neighboring city-states all fell victim to his cruelty, including consuls, diocesan bishops, and lords." The Primordial Body gave a soft "Oh," showing interest, and gestured for Old Tok to continue this little story about pickled vegetables.

According to Old Tork, far more than four city-states were targeted by the Night Rats, but many important figures, feeling humiliated after being robbed, kept the news a secret.

However, the news leaked out about these four city-states, making them the focus of everyone's discussion.

The ceremonial sword bestowed by the ruler, the Lion King.

The holy book of the diocesan bishop.

The lord's identity ring.

A misprinted Lion King gold coin in the collection of a nobleman.

They were all stolen while the victims were asleep.

Their security forces were not weak, but they were practically useless in front of the Night Rats.

The Primal was puzzled: "If the Night Rats are so skilled, stealing things without a trace, how do they know the names?"

Old Tok hurriedly explained, "After succeeding, the Night Rat will leave behind cards at the scene to taunt you."

The tetra-primate blinked.

Such a user-friendly interface.

It turns out that no matter the world, master thieves all share certain commonalities in their displays of skill.

The nearby major city-states have all been visited. Unless this Night Rat, who loves challenging himself with difficult tasks, is so shameless as to embarrass himself by going to Dimir, which is currently under reconstruction, Kekri will probably be the next target.

When the Primals made a special trip to visit and mentioned it, Brendan smiled, put his arm around his shoulder, and drank together, watching the maids in gauze dresses dance gracefully on the smooth and shiny marble tiles.

Despite being a nobleman, he regarded other nobles as insects, his face full of disdain.

"They were robbed because they were incompetent."

“I am different. My manor is impregnable. He cannot get in.”

The Tetraprima also felt that Brendan was capable compared to others.

He was also surrounded by a group of capable confidants.

It's one thing to bully decadent aristocrats who are no better than a stray dog ​​on the street, but to pick a fight with a pragmatist is probably asking for trouble.

"Oh, by the way, have you heard anything from your friend lately?"

The four primitives shook their heads.

Finding six scattered individuals in such a vast place as Anna is like searching for a needle in a haystack; it's not that simple.

He would check in at the Adventurers' Guild almost every day to ask questions.

The bounty had been posted for three months without any response, which shows that people on the boundary between the virtual and real worlds were not in this area.

Today, he has removed the bounty and given up the fight.

Brendan raised his glass to invite him to drink, comforting him, "Look on the bright side, at least your magic has recovered to level 2, so there are still some things that are going well."

With easy access to resources, the four Primitives can advance and improve their abilities exceptionally smoothly after awakening.

This was the first time Brendan had ever seen someone who had completely lost all magic, started from scratch, and was able to recover so quickly.

The scholars of the empire, seeing this, would likely flock to him, inviting him to sit in the mage tower and exchange ideas.

After all, there are many cases where magical accidents have caused magic to dissipate and become impossible to regenerate.

After having a couple of drinks and watching a suggestive "short video" from another world, the Primarch returned to his residence.

The best way to reduce your influence is to avoid going out unnecessarily.

He executed it very well.

There is no curfew in Kekri, and the knights of Brendan provide strong security, allowing the night markets and entertainment to remain active even after dark.

He had artisans make playing cards and mahjong sets, and then he brought his servants over to play with him.

There are rewards for winning and punishments for losing; everyone is equal at the card table.

Then he personally demonstrated a few rounds, proving that winning against him really wouldn't cause any bad things; on the contrary, it would bring rewards, creating a strong competitive atmosphere.

On nights when the Primarchs don't need magical rehabilitation, card players and mahjong players eagerly await the start of the game.

Often, a group of people can start a card game, and they can also start a mahjong game.

The prizes are all food, which is the most valuable form of currency for ordinary people.

The card games usually lasted until late at night. When the four original bodies got tired, they would go back to their rooms, lie down, and quickly fall asleep.

Occasionally, I can still dream of the scene of the stars in my dream from a past life.

Today's dream felt incredibly real, and the physical sensations were absolutely perfect.

The cold metal pressed against his throat, its sharp edge slightly digging into his skin.

It's just like the real thing...

The four original entities instantly regained consciousness, but their bodies remained completely still.

He could feel the breathing of the person behind him—light and slow, a veteran's breath.
"Don't move." The other person's voice was extremely low, a deliberately feigned hoarseness tinged with a hint of mockery. "I know you can use magic, but my blade is faster."

This uninvited guest was clearly very confident.

"Night Rat?"

"You guessed very accurately."

The Primarchs were puzzled: "Why are you looking for me instead of Brendan?"

How do you know I didn't look for Brendan?

Well, even the most impregnable security couldn't stop this big rat.

"You didn't manage to wake the victim up by stealing your things, or make him realize his weird habit of having his treasure taken away right in front of him, did you?"

The current situation is rather serious, so he couldn't say anything strange like "there's a cow here."

"You are number one."

"why?"

"During casual conversation, I overheard some of my elven companions saying that you were the hero of Dimir City three months ago, and that Brendan was shameless enough to steal your credit."

The Primarch broke out in a sweat: "You didn't kill Brendan, did you?!"

"Why are you so worried about him, Primarch..." Nightrat chuckled as he spoke, "No, your name, although it's an alchemical term, makes me want to laugh."

What's so funny?

"I'd really like to ask which Primarch you are, are you planning to throw a big birthday celebration for Kurian?" Nightrat chuckled, "Anyway, we're all Emperors, so it doesn't matter."

"..."

"..."

The four protosses picked up the dagger that was held to their necks and gently moved it away.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't be so familiar. If you move again, I'm going to use force." Night Rat clicked his tongue and forced the dagger back.

"We are a Tier 0 guild."

"..."

"..."

In the darkness, only their breaths echoed between the two.

Where is the light?

The four primal beings stretched out their hands and waved them at the head of the bed with magic.

The magic crystal emitted a warm yellow halo, illuminating the two people in front of the bed.

A dark elf, shrouded in a black robe, held a dagger, tilted his head, and looked utterly incredulous.

A few seconds later...

"Holy crap, the Tetramorphic Primitive!"

"It really is you, my bed!"

(End of this chapter)