The main street, which had been buried in snow beneath its feet, finally came to an end, and from the muddy dirt road into the gravel pavement made of small and irregular stones.

From here, it is the true North District of Grey Curtain Town, where the rich gather and the guilds are also entrenched.

They took great pains to draw a line with the poor in every way, wealth, strength, conversation, dressing, or repairing cleaner roads.

But in the eyes of some people who have really seen the world, there is not much behind these glamour accumulated by force and wealth, these forces are only the forces of the countryside after all, and the rich are only the rich of the countryside.

After the famine, the North District was relatively deserted, with few pedestrians on the streets, and the atmosphere was tense, and from time to time some guys with their faces hidden in their hoods and pretending to be mysterious walked through the streets and alleys.

Most of the people gathered around the tavern, which was brightly lit and still noisy.

Three or four robust-looking tramps were sitting in front of the tavern waiting for leftovers, and in the light under the low eaves, several burly men in mercenary attire were laughing with the prostitutes and women soliciting.

Their makeup, which smells of cheap perfume, is still glamorous, reminiscent of the old days of harmony.

The poor will not rush to the North District, because they know that the fate of stepping into the slum is not in their own hands, and hiding in the slum has the opportunity to fight other poor people to the death.

If it weren't necessary, no one in the North would run to the slums. As for the cruelty and ugliness that are happening in the darkness, does it matter as long as I am still bathed in the light?

When Shogues's thin figure appeared on the streets of the North District, the eyes of the people on the entire street almost simultaneously had a focus, not directly observing, but quietly scanning them imperceptibly from the corner of their eyes.

After seeing Shugus's face clearly, those eyes that were implicitly guarded continued to return to their wandering state.

Most of the people in the North District now know each other, and this understanding does not mean that there is any friendship between them, but that I have vaguely seen you, and I probably know your identity and what forces are behind it.

The invisible shelter of the Thieves' Guild is still useful, so even if Shogues is just a small miscellaneous fish on the outskirts of the guild, no one will bother him.

caused a misunderstanding of the thieves' guild, or gave the other party some excuses to make a move, and the gains outweighed the losses.

From time to time, dim lights shine through the buildings on both sides of the street, cutting the darkness of the entire street into messy pieces.

Hughes silently walked across the boundary of light and shadow, the expression on his face flickering brightly and darkly.

He walked very slowly, in fact he was thinking about it all the way.

Hughes didn't like this kind of involuntary depth, he actually preferred his world to be simpler, but he couldn't help it, because what he had to do next was dangerous. If a step is wrong, missed, or not well considered, there may be no tomorrow.

After turning a few laneways and forks in the road, Shogues stopped in front of a low house.

The house had no insignia or any conspicuous features, and its shabby exterior looked more like a rich man's barn or firewood house, but it was the home of the Graycurtain Thieves' Guild.

The mottled and heavy dome of the wooden door in front of him is closed silently, revealing the attitude towards the visitor.

Shaking off the snowflakes on his body, Shoggs leaned forward and knocked on the door in a rhythm of three long, two short and one light.

After a while, the door creaked and cracked, revealing a rugged face with a furious beard, glanced down at Shogues, and disappeared behind the door.

Hughes raised his hand and pushed the crack in the door wide, and then the whole person also slipped into the house.

Using his back to slowly close the door panel, Shogues had already roughly scanned the environment inside the room.

Everything in the empty room was as dilapidated as ever, and at first glance one might have suspected that you had come to a stable or something.

Along the wall were piles of hay and firewood, and in the corner there was a small round table and two low stools, and nothing else.

There was a fire burning in the center of the room, and two low stools had been moved to the side of the fire, on which sat Sam and White.

Sam was the bearded man who had just opened the door for Shogues, and no one knew why this irascible man, who was nearly middle-aged and had a black bear-like physique, would choose a profession that required such physical flexibility as a thief.

He seems to have been angry all his life, and as for the source of his anger, maybe he had a bad childhood, or maybe his woman once gave him a hat, who knows.

On the other side sat White, who was in stark contrast to Sam, the strong man.

He was as thin as a toothpick, sickly pale like an anorexire who had eaten too many rotten leaves, and his overly cold gaze in his hair always reminded him of a poisonous snake hiding in the grass waiting for something.

White was a young man, but his greasy, scruffy shawl hair and messy stubble belized his age.

Apparently these two men are here to guard the main gate today.

They had just joined the Thieves' Guild before the plague, and were among the outskirts trainees like Shogoth, who was even older than them in terms of seniority.

There are three daily posts in the entire Thieves' Guild.

One of them is a regular shift, and at the end of each weekend, one of the guild members is responsible for cleaning the guild.

The remaining two positions are relatively important and need to be manned at all times.

The door to the storage room where guild supplies are stacked is usually guarded by an official thief, while the main entrance is manned by an official thief with a trainee thief.

However, on such a cold day, the official thieves must have gone to drink and have fun, so at this moment, only Sam and White, two apprentices, were left at the main entrance to sit by the fire in a daze.

This winter, the daily on-duty selection is no longer a mandatory assignment.

In view of the current food shortage in Grey Curtain Town, any trainee can participate in the daily watch by voluntarily signing up this winter, and will be able to mix the corresponding rations for the day after the event.

The official thieves are given a fixed amount of food every day, so the guild's initiative is mainly to appease the hearts of the trainees.

Unfortunately, the number of positions is limited, and recently the trainee members often fall into a situation of competing for errands.

From time to time, Hughes will also join the fray.

Although Thor had food support from Thor so he didn't have to be so humble as ordering leftovers, Shogues never intended to expose that back road, so he still silently played his original role in the guild.

In fact, even if there is no shortage of food, people who want to be promoted to become full-fledged thieves will always seize every opportunity.

After all, in addition to some visible personal contributions, the guild's assessment and observation of trainee members is nothing more than permeating daily trivialities.

As for teaching you how to be a human being, it has never been the duty of the guild.

Anyway, those who can use it in the end will be absorbed, and those who can't be used will get out.

At present, the membership structure of the Thieves' Guild is from top to bottom: president, vice president, deacon, then five official thieves, and five probationers.

The admission of new members and some major decisions of the guild are decided by the president, the vice president assists in supplementing and managing the promotion of trainee members, and the deacon is mainly responsible for the guild's diplomacy, the transmission of instructions, and the receipt of various entrusted tasks from the outside world.

Originally, the number of official thieves and trainee thieves in the guild was seven, but when a gray commission was completed not long ago, the mission team sent by the guild returned from the dark wilderness, and the official and trainee members each lost two people.

Under normal circumstances, if an official member dies in a mission or a battle between factions, the guild will collect the body for you and ask for the funeral expenses on your behalf, although the money has nothing to do with you.

If you get into trouble outside, the thieves will temporarily unite to help you if it is profitable, and let your enemies know what a group of thieves is like.

In short, being an official rogue means better treatment, qualifications to participate in guild missions and learn high-end combat techniques, and it also means that you are truly part of the organization's protection.

However, the number of full members of the Thieves' Guild has always fluctuated between five and eight, and even if someone died not long ago, according to the previous establishment, it is unlikely that all of the five existing trainee members, including Shogues, will become official thieves.

As a result, the competition between the five trainees has evolved into an inexplicable animosity between them in daily life.

In this kind of intrigue competition, Shogues does not have any advantage, on the contrary, it is a little difficult.

Age is not paid attention to is the main reason, and it is useless to talk about seniority, and the guild will definitely not pay attention to seniority among a group of trainee scumbags.

The adult world is far more disgusting and complicated than Shogoth imagined, and the vice president Chain, who is in charge of the promotion of the trainees, has always had a deep prejudice against Shogues.

Even if he finally succeeds in taking off his apprenticeship hat in the future, the official thieves will certainly not get along with each other, but that is another level of struggle.