On the silent streets, the night breeze rustles through the treetops. The soldiers on the night patrol laughed with each other and walked into the street from the corner,

The thief Cowell crouched in a tree and watched the night patrol soldiers pass under him, then staggered into another street. When the voice of the night patrol soldier completely disappeared into Cowell's ears, Cowell jumped off the tree, glanced left and right, and then ran lightly and nimly into the shadows cast by a house, Cowell's lips moved slightly, and his body melted into the shadows and disappeared.

At night, the city of Banyas is shrouded in darkness, but only the northeast corner is still brightly lit. This is the largest gold cave in Banyas, where countless nobles and wealthy merchants have spent a lot of money.

The most mixed place in the Golden Cave is Redbeard and Jenny's Tavern, where you can buy anything that you can't buy in the market: you can know anything, what you can hear and what you can't. As long as you have money, you can have everything in the world.

At the door of Redbeard and Jenny's tavern, Acrylic tosses a silver coin to the guards. The guard looked at the acrylic suspiciously, why is the poor boy on weekdays so atmospheric today? Although he was puzzled, the silver coins in his hand were genuine, and the guard at the gate didn't care where he got the money from. As for making trouble at Redbeard and Jenny's Tavern, the guards didn't even think about it, if they wanted to make trouble here, did they think they were living too long, or were they too happy and wanted to suffer a little?

In the noisy tavern, Acrylic and his brothers sat in a private seat and drank the wine they didn't dare to order on weekdays, as did the other brothers, everyone's faces were filled with holiday joy, who let them meet an aristocratic idiot. The thought that the aristocratic idiot had given them such a big bag of gold coins during the day, Acrylic felt that they were dreaming, and Acrylic, who had never seen so many gold coins since he was born, of course wanted to come to Redbeard and Jenny's tavern to spend some money, otherwise it would be disrespectful to the generosity of our idiot young master.

In the shadow of Redbeard and Jenny's tavern, Cowell was drinking a glass of wine alone, coldly scanning the crowd of people in the tavern before fixing his gaze on Acrylic, who was talking. The corners of Cowell's mouth curled slightly, and the speed of drinking inevitably increased a little. Finally, Colwell threw his head back and drank the last of his drink, stood up and walked to the tavern door.

An hour later, Alec, who was drunk and drunk, walked out of Redbeard and Jenny's tavern with each other in their arms. As soon as he walked out the door, the late night wind blew in Alec's face. A cool wind blew away a little of Alec's drinking, and he opened his confused eyes to see the road in front of him swaying, "What's the matter, how is this road moving." Hold him down, I'm going to walk!" acrylic shouted. "Hahaha, big brother is drunk. "I didn't expect my eldest brother to be drunk, but I'm really happy today!" Acrylic's brothers shouted loudly when they saw that their eldest brother was drunk.

A group of people supported each other farther and farther away from Redbeard and Jenny's tavern, and gradually walked from the brightly lit place into the dark place.

And in the shadow of the tree that Alec had just walked on, Wilk's body emerged from the shadow. He gave Alec a cold look, then sank into the shadows of the trees.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger at night, and the dark clouds drifting from afar covered the moonlight, and the streets that were still somewhat lit had become dark.

Why is it so cold tonight? A gust of cold wind blew and made Acrylic shiver, and his originally hot mind was a little clear. It was he who felt himself fluttering, as if he were flying. Could it be that the effect of the scarlet Marilyn he drank has not faded, and he deserves to ask for a gold coin and a bottle of wine! Acrylic was still sighing, when he suddenly saw his body being supported by his brother. They are all good brothers with affection and righteousness. But why don't I have a head on my shoulder? What about my head? Acrylic sighed and suddenly realized that his head was gone, and when he tried to find his head in a hurry, a fountain of blood erupted from his headless body, and the hot blood poured the brother who supported him all over his body. "Bang" Alec felt his head hit the ground, so my head is here, Alec thought.

Alec felt his head roll on the ground several times. Why are the eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and Lao Tzu is still looking for my brother. The last thing he saw in the eyelids of the heavier and heavier acrylic eyes was a figure dancing among his brothers, and his brothers all seemed to have drunk too much, swaying and falling one after another.

The last thing Alec saw was when the man pulled out a bag from his bosom with his unspent gold coins. There will be no more opportunities with Scarlet Marilyn in the future. With this thought in mind, Alec closed his eyes.

After Colwell tossed the blood-stained cloth bag, he took it into his arms, not shying away from the blood on the cloth bag. Cowell walked over to Alec's head and crouched down, looked at Alec, who had just gotten carried away, Colwell smiled, then stood up and whistled and left the scene of the massacre. If Alec's eyes had been open, he would have recognized that the man who had killed him and his brother was the down-and-out thief they had chased half a street during the day. It's just that Alec never had a chance to know again.

Shortly after Cowell left, a bolt of lightning struck through the gloomy sky. The rain that had been brewing for a long time poured down, and the dripping raindrops washed the blood on the streets, leaving only dozens of corpses screaming silently into the sky, and a human body crawling forward.

In the pouring rain, a figure jumped and moved on the rooftop. In a few moments, the figure climbed over several rooftops and into an alley. This is the famous slum of Banyas, and if the northeast corner of Banyas is a paradise for gold, then it is a hell of poverty. Homeless children, down-and-out samurai and smiling young ladies survive here, and their lives are just like the name of this alley, worthless mud.

Cowell jumped off the roof and stepped into the mud mixed with excrement and domestic sewage. Walking down the muddy alley, Cowell felt like home. For Cowell, it's really his home.

Cowell, who was born in Mud Alley, has experienced bullying and beatings here, but he has also experienced the warmth of human nature. Cowell didn't know who his father was from a young age, and he watched his mother bring back different men from outside every day, and how he wished that one of them was his father. It's just that those men will only take it for a short time, and when they leave, they are also very unfriendly to themselves, and gradually Cowell will give up his desire for his father. Three months after his mother's death, a group of soldiers came to Mud Alley and led them to an elegant room. At this time, Cowell knew that his father was so powerful, but the six-year-old Cowell's heart had withered with his mother's death. Or rather, it blends in with the mud alley.

Although he loves himself, Cowell also truly understands the disgust for himself in the eyes of his cheap father. Maybe he just wanted to make his heart feel less guilty.

In order to make his father feel better, ten-year-old Cowell chose to leave this home, which did not belong and did not want to accept his so-called home, and then returned to the mud alley to live until now.

With the foundation laid in that home and Cowell's own talent, Cowell soon became the most famous thief in several alleys near Mud Alley, and there was nothing he couldn't steal, and nothing he didn't dare to steal. As his fame grew, so did Cowell's business. It's just that Colwell is still very poor, and he wears tattered clothes every day, and he is reluctant to change even his own weapons when they are damaged. The title of Iron Mouse immediately spread in the mud alley.

Cowell didn't care about any of this, but was proud of it. In Mud Alley, if you don't have a title, then you must be someone who is not even as good as mud.

Colwell jumped over a few puddles of water to a house that was still a house, and gently pushed the door open, and the dilapidated door immediately made an overwhelming noise, and it felt like it was going to break at any moment.

Cowell walked into the dark room and fumbled to light the oil lamp. The room where I couldn't see my fingers was faintly lit by an oil lamp, and I could barely see what was going on inside the room.

In the small room was a huge bed large enough to sleep a dozen people, and seven or eight children were already sleeping on top of this large bed. Cowell took the oil lamp in his hand, looked at each child lightly, and after making sure that they were all asleep unharmed, Cowell covered a boy who slept indecently under the quilt. Walking to the corner of the room, Cowell pried a brick off and pulled out a tin box. Blowing away the dust from the tin box, Cowell opened the tin box and put the gold coins he got today in. Looking at the tin box that was about to be filled, a satisfied smile leaked from the corner of Cowell's mouth.

Put the tin box back in its place and hide the corner again. Cowell came to the bedside, looked at the sleeping children, and thought about their happy lives in the future. Cowell found a corner of the bed and slept contentedly.

For some reason, probably because of the fatigue of yesterday's battle, Cowell got up late today, looked at the breakfast that had been prepared on the table, Cowell smiled, and then sat down at the table and picked up the note that the group of imps had left for him. "Brother Cowell, have a good breakfast. We've gone to school, don't worry about us. Seeing that there was a smiley face and a heart on the note, Cowell knew that it must have been written by Alice. Thinking that this Nizi kept saying that she would marry her when she grew up, Cowell was a big head.

After hastily eating breakfast, Colwell began his day's work. I saw him take out a luxurious dress from the cupboard and dress himself up again. Before long, the famous iron rat in Muddy Lane disappeared, and in his place was a noble son standing in the room. Colwell slung a sword to his waist and walked out of the room. Looking at the blue sky, Cowell smiled evilly, and his figure jumped on the roof in a flash. Looking at Banyas City, which had been restored to life, Cowell was in a good mood, and when he chose a direction, Cowell ran on the roof as if he were walking on the ground. Soon it was lost.