Kenley rode the public carriage slowly passing through the Whirlpool Church in the south of the city. The main door of the church was already half-abandoned, but Kenley's keen observation noticed that the side door of the church still had traces of use.
In the original owner's memory, the Whirlpool Church was once the first church established by the Lord of Storms' church in Tingen City, but last year they built a more magnificent Storm's Peak Church in the center of Tingen City, so the Whirlpool Church was gradually abandoned.
Who could have thought that under a sacred church lived a leader of a theft gang.
This is the legendary "darkness under the lamp."
Two stops away from the Whirlpool Church, Kenley got off the carriage, transferred to another carriage and returned to his residence. He took out pencil and paper, relying on memory to draw the outline of the Whirlpool Church. Several very easy simple climbing places were marked by him. He looked at the church picture in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.
The "Thief's" observation ability is really very powerful.
At ten o'clock in the evening, he changed into that familiar hunting outfit, put on a peaked cap and took a private carriage, came to Antell Street entrance one street away from the Whirlpool Church and got off. His body borrowed shadows, like a ghost traveling through small paths, and soon came to the small path opposite the Whirlpool Church. His keen eyes scanned the church and every corner nearby.
Two guards, one leaning against the wall next to the side door, holding a pipe and smoking tobacco shreds puff by puff to refresh himself. Another person squatted in the small woods next to the cemetery. No obvious weapons were seen on his body; he should have brought a dagger or pistol hidden at his waist.
Kenley confirmed once more and did not find traces of a third guard.
Since there were only two people, taking them out one by one was the best choice.
He quietly retreated from his current position, circled around from the side, came to the street next to the woods beside the Whirlpool Church, slowly approaching the hidden guard's location from behind.
Hmm?
The guard looked back, seeming to sense some movement, alertly half-turned to look in Kenley's approaching direction.
The guard at the door seemed to have already immersed himself in the charming feeling of tobacco, completely forgetting his duty.
A rat passed through the grass nearby, its four claws stepping on the grass making slight chi-chi sounds.
So it was a damn rat.
He looked left and right, found no abnormality at all, then turned his head back and stared intently at the side door direction.
Close call. Kenley slowly exhaled two streams of breath from his nostrils.
Thank you, Mr. Rat.
This was the first time he felt such small creatures were so cute.
He carefully changed position, continued approaching the guard in the woods. His left hand skillfully reached into his waist, dipped the crossbow bolt with deadly poison, slowly raised his hand, aiming at the guard ten meters away.
Puff.
A light sound came through the air. The guard only felt numbness at his waist, slight pain coming from his waist.
Enemy attack!
Waves of paralyzing sensation came. His eyes involuntarily drooped down. Both legs and feet felt a strong tingling sensation. His body involuntarily fell to the ground.
He tremblingly raised his right hand to touch his waist, where his pistol was placed. As long as he fired one shot, the sound would be enough for the boss in the basement to hear.
His hand was so numb, his brain was no longer obeying...
An agile right hand reached out from behind, easily stealing the pistol from his waist. Kenley leaned him against the tree, knees curled together, head resting on knees, making a pretense of dozing.
"Bane, Bane, time for shift change." The guard leaning against the wall walked over, saw Bane curled up under the tree, seeming to be dozing.
"Damn, if Boss Alec knows you're slacking off sleeping while on guard duty, you'll die." He stretched his leg to kick Bane. Bane's body limply fell to the ground, seeming to have slept unconsciously.
Impossible, Bane had never slept so deeply.
He's dead!
There's an enemy.
A light crossbow bolt shot into his neck under the crimson moonlight. His throat made "gurgling" sounds. He staggered forward two steps and fell down with a "thud" beside Bane.
Farewell, you two.
Kenley learned from Basel's mouth that those who could serve as Alec's guards were his absolute trusted subordinates. Their hands were stained with blood, both strangers' and those disobedient thieves'.
Dealing with them required no mercy.
This crossbow bolt was coated with deadly poison.
Kenley stood up from behind a tombstone, searched the two bodies for a while, put their money pouches into his jacket pocket and waist, pulled out the two crossbow bolts and stored them in his arm's bolt pouch, quietly moving toward the church's side door.
The church's side door was already old and worn. Without the church's maintenance, it would make creaking sounds when pushed open. In the deep night, these sounds seemed particularly conspicuous and would definitely attract the attention of Alec inside.
However, Kenley was prepared. He took out a bottle filled with cooking oil and a small brush from his bosom, carefully brushed a thick layer of oil on the door's iron hinges, put the small bottle and brush back in his bosom, carefully pushed open the side door.
The side door opened quietly. These small tricks were still useful.
He pushed open the door and carefully observed using the weak moonlight coming through the window. In front of him were two passages, left and right. The left passage led to the main prayer hall, the right passage led to the church's back room. The stairs going downstairs should be over there.
He carefully pressed against the wall edge, tiptoed step by step forward. Using the moonlight, he turned a corner and saw the downward iron stairs. Below the stairs flickered the weak glow of candles.
Living below was their so-called boss, Alec Zorn.
This distance was about thirty meters. He needed at least five seconds to run over, plus the distance to downstairs and search time, he needed at least two minutes.
It seemed he needed a means to divert attention. This wouldn't be difficult for him.
He looked at the wall beside him, his right foot lightly stepped on a brick protruding less than ten centimeters from the wall. His hands forcefully pulled on the extinguished gas lamp shade nearby. His whole person jumped lightly like a monkey to directly above the main door. He drew the enemy's pistol from his back waist, fired one shot at the sky, then quickly threw the pistol next to those two corpses.
Bang!
The pistol's sound was like thunder in Kenley's ears. Kenley patiently waited for more than ten seconds. The side door was suddenly pushed open. A man in a robe rushed out from inside, looked left and right, then rushed into the cemetery direction.
Good opportunity!
Kenley's hands pulled back on the door frame above the side door. Like a slippery fish, he flipped 180 degrees through the slowly closing side door and slid in. His feet lightly touched the ground, quickly rushing toward the stairs direction.
Time was urgent!