Fei said, "The Principality of Candelaria, where we are currently located, is actually a very weak country, with a land area of less than 120,000 square kilometers and a population of less than 500,000. The number of adventurers is very small, and spellcasters are even fewer. Naturally, no one would open a magic shop in such a poor, remote place, as there are few and poor customers."
"As for rings with storage effects, they are even more precious. You might have to go to Hitherland in the Arcane Federation to buy such a magic item, and the price generally won't be less than ten thousand gold dragons."
'Only ten thousand gold dragons, it doesn't seem that expensive...' Saifei'er thought of the several treasure chests in Viscount Brown's house and couldn't help but ponder to herself, 'If I emptied Viscount Brown's house, I could probably buy one?'
However, Saifei'er's idea of buying a storage ring was now out of the question, and just then, she keenly noticed that the 'Fame' on her system page suddenly increased by over a hundred points.
She didn't even need to think; it must have been the small note she left in Viscount Brown's treasury that was discovered.
And indeed, that was the case. With a shift in perspective, Viscount Brown looked at the three opened treasure chests in front of him and the note in his hand, and he instantly flew into a rage.
Saifei'er's message was simply too provocative, making the treasury seem like her own home, giving the impression that she could come and go as she pleased (though this was the truth).
"You two, how exactly did you guard this place?! You didn't even notice a rat sneaking in!?"
The two guards instantly panicked:
"This, how could this be? It shouldn't be!?"
"Vis... Viscount, we stood guard at the door the entire day yesterday without moving an inch. No one really came in!"
The treasury was a completely sealed room with no windows; theoretically, the main entrance was the only entry point. If it weren't for the paper and pen Saifei'er left behind, Viscount Brown would have even suspected if these two people were stealing from within, taking the gold dragons?
"But how on earth did that damned thief get into the treasury?" Viscount Brown was completely baffled. Could the thief be a spellcaster? But that possibility wasn't very high either; under normal circumstances, spellcasters were usually the ones being robbed.
He couldn't understand, but the more he thought, the angrier he became. In a fit of rage, Viscount Brown crumpled the paper in his hand into a ball and threw it forcefully onto the ground.
But two seconds later, he bent down and picked up the ball of paper. Regardless, this was the only clue he had. He unfolded the now wrinkled paper and only then saw the cat's head Saifei'er had drawn in the corner.
Viscount Brown gritted his teeth and said, "Go, find me the best detective in the entire city. No matter what, I must catch this damned thief!"
Since it was a viscount's order, within half an hour, a detective hurriedly arrived before Viscount Brown. After hearing his employer's request, the detective stared blankly at the crumpled note in his hand, completely stunned.
You're saying that the culprit, while being guarded, successfully infiltrated a treasury with only one entrance, stole a pile of gold dragons, and then escaped without a trace?
If it weren't for Viscount Brown's extremely angry demeanor, the detective would have almost thought the other party was making fun of him. Could such a case really happen?
But no matter what, he could only grit his teeth and handle the case now. The detective looked at the crumpled paper in his hand, pondered for a moment, and then said, "The culprit left such a note at the end, and his purpose is self-evident. He is most likely an orphan who lacked love since childhood, which is why he craves others' attention even more. He uses this method of mocking you to gain a sense of presence."
"From the message on the note, it can be seen that he is most likely a sharp-tongued fellow, and the more critical a person is towards others, the more confident they become in themselves. So, this drawing in the corner is very likely his self-portrait! This way, it fulfills his goal of seeking attention and also satisfies his own self-confidence and vanity!"
"But the culprit isn't stupid, so this self-portrait... is a bit rudimentary, but it doesn't matter. I can fill in and restore this drawing to its original appearance!"
Soon, the detective began drawing and sketching on another piece of paper. In just ten minutes, a Round-faced, Pointy-Mouthed, Bald Thief with a round head, pointy mouth, and monkey-like cheeks appeared in the drawing.
To put it simply, he was ugly and lewd, looking despicable, perfectly fitting most people's imagination of the word 'thief'.
Upon seeing this drawing, Viscount Brown couldn't help but nod in satisfaction, "As expected of a great detective, well done! To be able to deduce the culprit's appearance so quickly!"
Viscount Brown then quickly ordered people to draw wanted posters based on this drawing and distribute them throughout the entire city!
As for the detective, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. A great detective, indeed. All of his deductions just now were naturally complete fabrications. In truth, the process of deduction wasn't important. What was important was that he could see Viscount Brown was very angry, on the verge of exploding. So, he would belittle and insult this unknown culprit as much as possible. He was merely a mouthpiece; the harsher he cursed, the happier Viscount Brown would naturally be.
But this detective was also very clear that if everything Viscount Brown said was true, then the culprit capable of this 'perfect theft' was definitely a very, very formidable legendary grand thief!
Viscount Brown was someone he couldn't afford to offend, so at this moment, he could only brazenly spout a bunch of deductions to help Viscount Brown curse this grand thief. But this grand thief was clearly someone he couldn't afford to offend either! If the other party found out that this portrait was his doing, wouldn't he be dead?
'No, I can't stay in this city anymore. I'll leave the city tonight and run away quickly!' the detective muttered to himself.
Back at the Adventurers' Guild, the news of Viscount Brown's house being robbed somehow spread quickly. Wanted posters take time to produce, and it might take a while for them to be posted all over the city, but this was the Adventurers' Guild, after all, and they received the first wanted poster by noon that day.
It was the 'original drawing' by that detective, posted on the wall of the Adventurers' Guild.
【'Round-faced, Pointy-Mouthed, Bald Thief' infiltrated Viscount Brown's home yesterday and stole two thousand gold dragons. A reward is hereby offered: anyone who apprehends this culprit will directly receive a reward of one thousand gold dragons, and even providing clues will immediately earn ten gold dragons.】
Looking at the wanted poster in front of her, Saifei'er couldn't help but reveal an expression like an 'old man on the subway with a phone.' She found it hard to describe her feelings right now.
Round-faced, Pointy-Mouthed, Bald Thief... What kind of bizarre nickname was that???
And what was this about stealing two thousand gold dragons? She only took a few hundred at most!
