"Little one, what do you think you can do for me?"
Ethan Drake stood under the streetlight, quietly observing the tattered yet somewhat stubborn Dark Elf girl in front of him, seemingly amused as he asked.
"I…"
Kleya suddenly froze, her eyes wide open,
desperately trying to say something, to prove something.
"I can… um…"
But in the next moment,
she struggled to speak, unable to utter a single complete sentence. Despite having many things to say, everything was stuck in her heart.
Indeed!
What could she do?
Living at the bottom of society!
She didn't know martial arts, magic, or have much education.
She seemed to be incapable of anything!
Serving tea or water?
Did he need someone so insignificant?
Even… her cursed racial identity might bring him some trouble.
Kleya felt incredibly embarrassed,
standing there dazed,
with feelings of shame, anticipation, and helplessness all intertwined.
The man turned slowly in her gaze, as if to leave.
But this time,
she lacked the courage to chase after him.
However, this time was different.
The man who had left a deep impression on her took a few steps,
paused, and then turned back,
smiling at her: "Little one, didn't you say you wanted to repay me? Aren't you coming?"
The handsome man stood under the magical streetlight, gently smiling, his dark eyes seemingly hiding distant ages,
deep and mysterious.
Though it was dark, at that moment,
Kleya felt as if she was seeing her sun!
For now, just a glance from him outshone the most splendid scenery.
Kleya felt she would never forget this scene.
She didn't remember what she was thinking at the moment.
She only knew she couldn't control her body anymore and had forgotten everything around her.
It felt like the whole world had become just her and the man in front of her.
She must have run to the front!
She must have been smiling!
Under the dazzling magical lights of the big city, their shadows stretched long.
...
"Brother, what's your name?"
"Me?"
"Little one, didn't anyone tell you? Before asking someone's name, you should first introduce yourself! It's a matter of etiquette!"
"Uh… Is there such an etiquette? Alright, Brother, my name is Kleya! Just plain Kleya!"
The two figures strolled slowly through the streets of the big city, Kleya introducing herself without reservation.
She had almost forgotten her surname and the appearance of her parents.
"Kleya?"
However, upon hearing this, Ethan stopped abruptly and scrutinized the girl in front of him.
"Uh? Brother, is there a problem?"
Kleya also stopped.
She had never seen the usually calm and composed man show such an expression before.
She asked nervously.
"No! It's a very gentle name!"
Ethan smiled, gently rubbing the girl's head full of white hair, and said warmly.
However, his eyes shone with a sharp glint, and his thoughts drifted elsewhere.
Kleya, huh?
This isn't just an ordinary name!
Unexpectedly, a girl picked up randomly to keep him company turned out to be someone with quite a background…
Just like in traditional RPG games,
with Ethan as the final boss, there were naturally heroes who guided the main characters against him.
These individuals were destined saviors.
They possessed extraordinary talents and qualities.
They would rapidly grow, engage in numerous battles, and drive major events on the continent.
Compared to players, these characters were the ones Ethan needed to pay the most attention to.
This was also the reason why Ethan had come here.
He wanted to understand all the reasons behind everything and to know who were the so-called saviors and their backers.
He hadn't expected to find one so early and so vaguely.
Based on Lucas's memory, information about her appeared in Ethan's mind.
Kleya, the legendary Dark Elf rogue, proficient in shadow and dark magic, skilled with a pair of steel daggers, both magical and martial, agile and elusive.
Born in the slums, with a rough background, she was captured and sold into the underground slave market. Later, she was rescued and influenced by a passionate and optimistic savior, participating in a series of events. She received the Silver Moon Thieves' legacy blessed by the gods in the Elven Kingdom, grew rapidly, and soon surpassed level 100, becoming the first legendary rogue.
Due to her rough past, she was very mature, with a cold personality and a sharp mind, more ruthless and decisive compared to most saintly saviors. She had done some controversial things and was not well-regarded within the savior team.
But due to her unique personality and exquisite appearance, she was a very popular NPC among players.
"Sister, kill me!"
"Queen, whip me!"
"The dark skin is so sexy, woo woo woo~"
"I want to become a rogue!"
When she first emerged, she topped the charts as the most beloved female NPC among players.
In the future battle of "Elemental Fury", she proposed and executed a plan to deal with the Flame Elemental Lord, which no one could confront directly. She set up traps and confinement magic, and later, another savior proficient in ice magic sacrificed themselves to complete the seal on the Flame Lord. Her contribution was undeniable.
However, her willingness to sacrifice even her companions for her goals led to some criticism within the savior ranks.
Thus, her achievements were balanced out and she did not receive much praise.
Like her profession, she was destined to remain in the shadows, the Silver Moon Thief.