Kapitel 80: The Thieves Society

The room in the back of the blacksmith shop was surprisingly very different from the previous messy room.

It was neat, clean and tidy here. A painting was hanging from a wall, apparently cleaned very often.

There were a total of eighteen candles that were already lit. It seemed that they were always lit.

Marvin watched for a moment. Even if these candles weren't that long, they were very resistant to fire. There were long ones, and short ones.

"As you can see, there are only eighteen Night Walkers remaining in all of Feinan, including me."

"Our numbers lessen day by day. Every time a candle is extinguished, a Night Walker has left this world." The old man's voice was grave.

Marvin nodded. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed an extinguished candle standing at the edge of the eighteen lit candles.

"That was a member who died recently. I still didn't have time to bury his candle," The old man said in a sad voice.