All the way from Baron Cardinal's manor mill to this wilderness, Farmer Ford was already running out of a stinking sweat, he held the stick, and stared at the boy in front of him with what he thought was the most ferocious expression—

The boy did not back down, he turned around, and although Farmer Ford said "confess and be lenient", the boy did not let his guard down, and like an alert tanuki, he moved a little closer to the nameless bush covered with thorns.

He looked up at Farmer Ford, and his stubborn eyes seemed to say, "You can't fool me."

The gray stick is the best proof of this.

He still clutched the small bag of flour in his hand.

The flour was finely ground, and unlike the raw material of the black bread that most civilians consume on a daily basis, the flour was white and unadulterated with the astringent and hard-to-swallow sawdust—

He dreamed of baking the finest flour into fragrant white bread and breaking it into his sister's mouth piece by piece.

Yes.

His younger sister, Jesse, who had just celebrated her fifth birthday last winter, is a fairly well-behaved and sensible little girl.

But just a few days ago, when the undead attacked the town of Faun, his father and mother died at the hands of the undead, and he and his sister also slept all night because of the escape, compared to a young girl, the boy's physical fitness was obviously much better, after returning to the town, he had nothing to do, but his sister suddenly had a high fever.

"Brother, I want to eat white bread, huh...... It's like the kind on birthdays. ”

The little girl was lying on the bed, her voice a little weak.

"Okay—"

The boy hesitated, but nodded quickly.

In early spring, although the weather in Northland Nogo has warmed up, the temperature is still very low. In the cold, damp room, where there was no fire in the fireplace, and because they had no money left to buy charcoal, he was about to leave the house, and after thinking about it, he put a thin blanket over his sister.

There was no more Sol and Rael left in the house, and it was impossible to buy bread or flour or charcoal, although firewood could burn, but because of the smoke from the burning, those things were only suitable for kitchen use and not for indoor heating, and he looked around the room, and there was nothing of value that could be realized except furniture.

But what can he do in the face of his sister's hopeful little face?

It is said that the undead who attacked the town were finally repelled by a group of foreign church knights, and in the course of two days, the most famous "coward" of the town of Faun, Baron Cardinor, also fled, leaving behind his beautiful and large manor.

Wait, Lord Baron's manor.

He knew that in that manor, he had everything he needed. Although for a moment he thought that it was the personal property of the Baron, but when he thought that the Baron himself had already fled with the knight, his courage suddenly increased.

He made his way to Baron Cardinal's estate.

The outermost edge of the manor was a circle of about three meters of wall, and there were some thorny vines planted on top of the wall, but this did not bother the boy, he walked along the wall, and finally found a pile of tattered things thrown at the foot of the wall, among which there was ** food, tattered textiles, and a chair with two lame legs-

He looked at it and quickly made up his mind.

A boot stepped on the broken chair, his body rose sharply upward, and then the palm of his hand pressed on the thornless part of the wall, and with a neat turn, he directly crossed the wall and entered the manor.

Mill.

There was flour in the mill, of course, and the day's harvest did not disappoint the boy, and when he returned home with a heavy bag of flour, his sister finally ate the steaming white bread—

However, when he returned to the mill of the Baron's manor a few days later, his luck seemed to turn sour, and as soon as he picked up a bag of flour, he saw a fierce man appear before him.

"Damn thief, you stole the flour."

Farmer Ford, who was annoyed by the old butler Burs's insults, could not help but be furious at the sight of the flour in the boy's hand—the stick, which trembled slightly with the trembling of his arm, and looked like it was about to strike hard against the thin, thin body.

Boys are not fools.

Grab the flour pocket and run.

It is miles from the mill of the Baron's estate to the mountains and forests outside the town.

At this time, the boy was clutching his pocket, and there was not much flour in it. It was only then that he found a small hole in the bottom of his pocket, and he chased and ran all the way, and most of the flour in his pocket had been spilled on the road—

"Mr. ......"

His voice was hoarse and dry, as if it had been squeezed out of his chest with all his might.

Farmer Ford had already seen the hole in his pocket, and his face had changed color almost visibly, turning from blue-gray to red, like a boiled crab, and he couldn't help but stomp his feet, his chest rose and fell violently like a stretched bellows, and soon, a thunderous roar blurted out of his throat:

"Damn thief, I don't mind giving you an impressive lesson if your parents didn't educate you well!"

Farmer Ford's face looked a little hideous, and he held the stick and approached the boy step by step.

However, what he didn't expect was that when his stick was about to hit the boy's shoulder, the boy suddenly bent down, and then pressed his hard head against his soft belly.

The boy began to run again.

This time, he chose a different route.

He gritted his teeth, the rude man in front of him was angry at the mention of his parents, but he knew that he had no confidence to confront him head-on, and that he and his sister at home were waiting for the flour for rations, and there was no need to clash with this man.

Anyway, he believed he could run fast.

……

In the small town of Faun in the sun, the thin fog quickly dissipated. The town began to be lively with the arrival of the early morning, and by this time the tavern in the town, "The Fox and the Berry", was quiet, and there was hardly any sound except for the slight movement in the stables.

According to the contract, the "Original Dream" mercenary group undertook the defense of the town during this time. Therefore, at the request of their employer, Baron Cardinor, the members of the mercenary group began to pack up their horses and equipment for an early morning security patrol.

Today is the first day of the contract.

Putting on a well-fitting leather armor, Scott stepped onto the horse, and not far from him, Oliver on horseback was waiting for the door of the stable, waving his whip lightly. I want to talk about "Gross the Thief" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~