Feeling the rough prickling sensation of the rope around his neck, Shogues gradually calmed down. The fear that was originally deep in the bone marrow was inexplicably suppressed because of the impending death.

The most tense moment is actually behind us, and now that the situation has erupted, there is no point in panicking.

He knew that there was still one more link before the chains could be moved, and that the final judgment of the fangs had not yet landed.

So Shogues's consciousness began to spin rapidly, delusionally hoping to find a glimmer of self-salvation in this unsolvable situation.

It seems that he has never been so resourceful in his life, but in the end, he can only find that in the current closed environment that is firmly entrenched on all sides, he has no chance to escape.

There wasn't much regret in his heart, and Shogues was just a little sad, wondering if the sisters Saul and Kovier would survive the winter. But without themselves, their burden must be easier.

There is no problem with the direction and feasibility of the stealing plan, but it is a pity that I was wrong from the beginning.

After the winter, the share of food in the guild's supplies is distributed by the leader Fang himself every day, and then handed over to his subordinates to distribute.

Shoggers has always been cautious and intelligent, and never greedy every time he reaches out.

He instinctively thought that at the level of the president, it was impossible to spend too much energy on such trivial things as distributing food, let alone counting the total amount of complicated food every day.

It turned out that there was nothing wrong with Shogues's bold guesses, which is why he had been able to succeed again and again with his tricks in the past. But at this moment, he suddenly realized that he was still limited by his vision after all, and seriously underestimated the importance that the president attached to those foods.

It is true that a few bean fangs are missing, but if there is one less handful from time to time, it will still alarm the careful fangs to grow.

In fact, Fangs value food more than anyone in the guild could have imagined.

Because it is not only necessary for survival, but also means the balance and stability of the guild's more than ten subordinates, and the stability of their own power.

What's more, if the famine situation is not alleviated until the beginning of spring, after abandoning everyone, he still has to bring enough food to gamble his luck in the wilderness, and that food becomes the last retreat.

After discovering the theft of food, the fangs did not make a sound.

He never trusted anyone, so everyone in the guild was suspicious.

After some careful observation and screening, the suspicion of the deacon and vice president was first ruled out.

The guild's triumvirate got together and the final result of the discussion was that there were roughly two possibilities for the theft.

One is a little trick of guarding and stealing because of the interests of someone or several people in the guild.

The other is much more serious, perhaps there are people within the guild who are colluding with people from the outside world to try to shake the foundation of the Thieves' Guild through this matter.

After all, in the old stories of fighting for power and territory, the thieves' guild has never lacked enemies, and if other forces want to take advantage of the chaos to do something, now is undoubtedly a good time to start.

The three higher-ups thus began a series of layouts, concealing all the guild members, and only secretly assigning the wall grass of Tyr the barrel as an external response.

The trio's position and position in the guild meant that they had to be part of the plan at the same time, and take the hunt seriously enough to ensure that even if things got out of hand, they wouldn't turn into a guild-upside riot.

After the corresponding arrangements are completed, the content of the entire hunting plan is very simple, that is, waiting.

The big three shot at the same time, and this grand welcome ceremony was naturally not prepared for a small role like Xiugus, and his strength was far from worthy.

In fact, before the real prey hits the line, they don't know who will be waiting for Fang, how many people will come, and in what way.

The hunt had been going on for three days now, and every morning or afternoon at some point in the morning or afternoon, Tyre the Cask would be on guard at the door of the storage room.

If Hugges had been to the guild in the past few days, he might have been able to detect subtle clues from this abnormal repetition of candidates. It's a pity that he has been staying at the bottom of the well with Thor for the past few days, and now he has no chance.

"Crackling. ”

The oil-soaked wicks crackled with a burning sound, the rust-covered grid lampstand was engraved with ancient and strange patterns, and the base was a small skeleton that had been bent over to make a backpack.

The fang's gaze slowly moved away from the oil lamp, and finally settled on Shogues's face.

"Although you and I have never had a specific communication, I remember that you have been active among the guild trainees in a few meetings. ”

"There's no denying that your campaigns in the early days of the famine did bring some contributions to the guild, and that's a credit to you. ”

After a slight pause, the fang's voice rang out again, setting the final tone for the matter.

"So you won't die, but keep your hands. ”

The moment he heard Fang's words land, Shogues showed an expression of relief because he could live, but in fact, his mood had already gone down the abyss.

Once the president's final verdict is made, it is almost impossible to change it.

It was as if he saw that his life was heading in a hopeless direction, and that he could do nothing about it.

For a thief or an ordinary person, it is possible to live without both hands. But since then, the scenery of life has been destined to be desolate, and he can only bear the contempt or disgust of others, and walk in the muddy darkness all day long.

It was the real darkness, the kind where there was no light in life.

This is by no means an outcome that you can bear, and it is better to die happily in front of you if you become a waste person who can't take care of yourself and drag down the people around you.

What's more, Shogues knew very well that even if he lost his hands, he might not be able to leave the guild alive.

They would certainly cut off one of their hands first, and then interrogate them under increasing pressure.

Once your answer can't get rid of the suspicion of colluding with outsiders and dispel their doubts, even if you don't have your hands, you will still end up dead.

Removing the rope from Shogues's neck, the vice-president's chain pursed his lips secretly, obviously the president's decision did not meet his original expectations.

Pulling over an old table, the chain used a rope to secure Shogues' wrist to the side of the table, and then went back and pressed Shogues's shoulder to force his right hand to straighten the table.

Then the chain pulled out a delicate hand axe, which he usually used for throwing, from the buckle of his leg, and swept it in his hand.

This hand axe has a narrow blade, a short handle, and is characterized by its lightness and easy to carry, which is a little reluctant to cut hands, but it is enough.

Like a puppet with a broken string, Shogues remained motionless and at the mercy of others.

Rebellion? non-existent.

He knew very well that any genuine thief in the guild had enough strength to knead himself at will like crushing an ant, not to mention the Big Three in front of him.

The blade of the hand axe was very close to him, and the coldness was overwhelming.

The streamer of the metal forging surface reflected his face, but unfortunately it was blurry, like his life that was about to fall apart.

Half-lying on the table, Shogues raised his head with some difficulty and looked directly at the fangs.

"I have a mother who is a prostitute and has been with countless different men, and I still don't know who my father is. ”

Now she was so sick and hungry that she was dying of hunger. ”

"But I can't let her die, on the contrary, I will help her live, and I will let her live better than death, so that she can continue to enjoy the endless suffering for the rest of her life. ”

The tone of Shogues' voice gradually changed from calm to a maniacal howl, his words full of malice and anger, his face crawling with distortion and madness. His eyes were glaring, a smile was on his lips, and at the same time tears were streaming down his face.

It's certainly useless to pretend to be crazy and stupid, but Hughgos cries very realistically, at least on the surface.

He didn't say anything stupid like begging for mercy, and at the last moment, Hughgos suddenly said it for three reasons.

The first purpose, of course, is to magnify one's own weakness and sorrow in order to gain sympathy.

However, Xiugus did not expect much from this, and the high-ranking president would certainly not have any sympathy for a small role like himself, and this sympathetic card would not bring much convincing because of his young age.

In the world of interests, age or any tragic life story never matters.

The second purpose is that Hughes needs to make it clear that his theft is purely for profit, in order to save his mother who is dying of starvation.

This is an individual act, not a group of people, and it is not a long-planned conspiracy to subvert the guild.

This is something that the president will inevitably ask, but when they ask, they take the initiative to say that a different attitude may affect the president's decision a little.

And if you want to win the trust of the three high-level leaders in front of you, how to open your mouth also has a certain artistry.

I can't say it bluntly, the best way is to make up a story from the side like now, so that Fangs feel like they heard the answer themselves.

Thirdly, if the guild wants to verify whether what it says is true, it can only send someone to follow it to meet its so-called mother, which is exactly what Shogues desperately wants.

Only by leaving the closed environment in front of him and going outside can he have a desperate chance.

Of course, it is very likely that he will not be able to escape in the end, but it doesn't matter if Hughes is gone.

If you die, everything will be over.

If you are lucky enough to escape, then whether you will live a fugitive life in a different place in the future, or stand on the opposite side of the guild and be endlessly hunted down, so what does it matter, it would be good to be alive.

Shogues's story didn't make Fang's expression fluctuate in any way.

It sounds normal, everyone has a mother, and even orphans can't jump out of a rock.

Leaning his head back in his chair, Fangs closed his eyes and fell into a deep groan, and it was a moment before the voice came again.

"Right hand. ”

This is undoubtedly the last of the president's tolerance.

Shogues didn't know what had touched the fangs in this brief moment, but the result of the sudden halving of the punishment made him feel that his shaky life might still have a chance to be saved.

So Hughgos struggled to raise his head again, and said in a more hurried tone, "I ......"

"Bang~"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Shogues was slammed into the side of his face with a chain punch, his head twisted to the side, and blood splattered from the corners of his mouth.

Seeing that the chattering little mouse was about to break free from the trap was not the result that the chains wanted.

After interrupting Shoggus with his fist, he raised his hand axe with a menacing face.

A right hand is not bad, as long as the axe falls, Shogues's life is almost over.