Fiana, Furious with Anger

Once Anor revealed himself, Loren nodded in satisfaction.

Although professionals in Noer World did not have many flashy skills, every skill had its own special qualities.

The Shadow Thief's special skill was Concealment. This trait could continue to strengthen as Anor advanced in the future, and could even eventually allow him to become incorporeal and pass through walls.

Even if it did not have the Bloody Assassin's high damage in the future, it would still be an exceptional skill for sneak attacks or gathering intelligence.

Seeing that the other party had gained such a powerful skill, Loren could not help but ponder carefully.

The profession he had changed into was Swordsman. Though it was not a Rare Profession, when paired with the Bauhinia Breathing Technique, its combat power far surpassed others of the same level.

Moreover, the Bauhinia Breathing Technique came with three powerful combat skills. He could learn the first at Silver Grade, the second at Gold Grade, and the third at Platinum Level.

He had already mastered the first skill—Steel Breaker Slash, an S-rank skill that used mental power to gather the strength of his entire body at one point before erupting.

Steel Breaker Slash allowed him, with his current Silver Beginner strength, to unleash damage close to the Gold Grade. Its output was incredibly explosive.

With his current combat power, let alone Silver Beginners, he even dared to face newly advanced Gold Grade powerhouses head-on.

Its only weakness was that it could not be sustained. With his current Bloodline Power, he could unleash it at most three times before falling into a weakened state.

"Lord Loren?"

Anor called out several times before Loren snapped back to his senses. Looking at the excited man fidgeting restlessly, he found it somewhat amusing.

"Where do you live now?"

Anor hurriedly answered.

"Lord Loren, I live across from the orphanage in the Nineteenth District."

Loren frowned.

"You weren't lying when you said you were going to deliver bread to the orphanage?"

Anor shook his head. "I grew up in that orphanage. Those children are very pitiful."

"So you've been supporting them all this time?"

"Lord Loren, it's simply something within my means." Anor's expression turned serious, his gaze clean and clear.

Every Bloody Day was a devastating disaster, and this world never lacked orphans.

Loren paused, and his gaze toward Anor gradually softened.

He had not expected this small, clever-looking thief to possess such kindness.

No matter what his motives were, such actions deserved respect.

"Mm, very good. Go deliver your bread. Come back tomorrow morning."

It was already very late. Although he still had many things he wanted to ask Anor, there was no rush.

Anor nodded gratefully, picked up the large bag of dark bread from the corner, and left the room.

After the sound of Anor's footsteps going downstairs faded away, Fiana, who had remained silent in the room and calmly watched the two of them, spoke in a cold voice.

"You're just letting him leave like that? Aren't you afraid he won't come back tomorrow?"

Hearing this, Loren turned to look at the icy girl and smiled indifferently.

"Not come back? Where else could he go? I never worry about things that won't happen."

Was 89 points of loyalty a joke?

"Childish."

Fiana's gaze was unfriendly, and there was anger in her voice.

"That thief has only pledged himself to you for a few hours. You don't even know where he lives, and you know nothing about his family, background, or experiences.

"Yet you gave him such an incomparably precious Rare Profession without a second thought. You truly are merciful, noble master."

What normal person handled things like this? If this was not childish, what was?

The favorable impression she had only just formed of Loren plummeted by more than half.

Though he occasionally had his impressive moments, overall, he was still that mediocre person.

Hearing the barbed words, Loren's mouth twitched.

Not only had this girl saved his life, she had stayed by his side when he was poor as a dog, and this morning she had even taken out all her savings to support him. Her strength was also at Platinum Level.

He could not be bothered to argue with her. He could hardly tell her about the system, after all. So he closed his eyes and began to meditate, deciding that out of sight was out of mind.

Seeing him remain silent, Fiana's expression grew even colder.

Before today, Loren had treated her with great respect. Even if he did not follow her advice, he had always respected her.

But after she discovered Loren hiding away and crying that evening, then angrily scolded him, he seemed to have changed.

He had never ignored her like this before.

She gritted her silver teeth. This grudge-holding man!!

After remaining silent for a long while, she still could not suppress her curiosity.

"Loren, why can that Rare Profession allow someone to change professions without training?"

Loren raised his eyelids, looked at the curiosity in her eyes, and smiled.

"Girls are cuter when they're a little stupid. Why do you need to know so much?"

Me?!!

Fiana was nearly enraged beyond reason. She wanted nothing more than to draw her sword and chop this bastard into hundreds of pieces.

Cuter when they're a little stupid? Is that even something a person would say?!!

Gritting her teeth, she squeezed out several words through her throat.

"Try saying that again."

Loren sneered and replied with complete confidence, "Heh, I don't dare."

Fiana's face darkened. She felt that this bastard would anger her to death sooner or later. She shot him a cold glare, then stood up and walked straight out.

Bang~ The huge sound of the door slamming shut made even his bed tremble.

Rustle, rustle~

Loren looked at the dust shaking down from the ceiling and burst into laughter.

He felt thoroughly satisfied for a while.

But happiness was always short-lived. Once the room fell quiet, he looked at the empty, unfamiliar room, and his expression slowly changed.

He rose and walked to the window. Through the glass, he looked down at the streets of Decker City beneath the night lamps. The unfamiliar sight stirred his emotions for no reason.

At that moment, he seemed to have become someone outside this world once more.

He felt somewhat out of place.

Computers, phones, Wi-Fi—none of them would ever exist again. He might never see his mother or younger sister for the rest of his life.

After a busy day, his mood could not help but sink.

He wondered how much his mother and sister would cry after learning that he had drunk himself to death. They were his closest family.

Only after a long while, when a guest next door returned to their room and shut the door, did Loren snap out of his daze.

He took several deep breaths and barely suppressed the gloom in his heart.

Mom, no matter what happens in the future, I'll live well. Little brat, I hope you won't embarrass your brother. Take good care of Mom.

After murmuring to himself, his eyes gradually regained their clarity, and that heroic, extraordinary young man reappeared.

He turned around, washed up, then lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

There would be another confrontation tomorrow morning. Once he woke up, he could wait to collect the money.

He hoped everything would go smoothly.