The One to Be Kidnapped Was the Fifth Old God [Daily 10,000 Words, Please Subscribe]

The transom window opened a narrow crack. Wikley squeezed himself through.

Inside was a cramped attic lit by a dim lamp. After entering, Wikley had to bend over to keep his head from hitting the ceiling.

The person who had opened the window turned around. She was a young girl wrapped in a tattered robe, and the delight in her eyes was impossible to hide when she saw Wikley.

"Father, why did you have time to come back today?" she cried softly, rushing forward to embrace him.

"Selina, my child." Wikley gently stroked the girl's hair and said lovingly, "I'll be carrying out a dangerous mission soon. You need to take good care of yourself."

"Ah! Father, can't you not go?" The moment she heard that her adoptive father was taking on a dangerous mission, Selina became frightened.

Wikley took his adopted daughter's hand and gestured for her to sit down. He said softly, "Working in this line of business, sooner or later I was bound to set foot on this road of no return. The only one I worried about was you. You haven't grown up yet—how will you survive in this old district? I had you live in this broken-down house because I didn't want to attract attention. But once I'm gone, it'll be hard for an orphan girl like you to live peacefully in Stormwind City. So I gave it some thought. I've prepared some money for you and found you a place in the Mage Quarter. The security there will be better."

As he spoke, he took out a small box. Inside were several documents and a key. He handed them to Selina. "The address of your new home and the deed are in here. Find an opportunity to move there quickly. Don't bother taking anything