Eyson Siegel's stomach began to complain again.

It's been two days since I had a drop of water, let alone a steaming meal.

Ai Yansen took off the fox fur hat on his head, and the midday sun shrouded directly over his head, even making him feel a little dizzy, and he couldn't help but think of the scene when he had just arrived in White Man City.

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A week ago, taking advantage of the brief gap between the shifts of the guards, Ai Yansen quietly stepped on the raised rock bricks and climbed the high walls of the White City. Squatting on the city wall, the cool breeze of the night passing by, but as if with deep malice, he stretched out his invisible hands and tried to push Ai Yansen off the wall.

Ai Yansen looked down at the ground, held the cold wall under his feet tightly, and turned cautiously, clasped the wall with both hands, and shrank his legs to the inside of the wall.

If you accidentally fall from this height, you will definitely die!

Ai Yansen said secretly in his heart.

The time between the shifts of the guards was fleeting, and of course he didn't dare to take a moment to rest, so he stabilized his center of gravity and hung on the inside of the wall, trying to find the same protruding stone or anything else that could be used as a support point like the outer wall.

It took a great deal of effort to climb up the vertical wall from the outside, without the help of any tools such as ladders, but to crush at the rocks that protruded from the walls, or to cling to the roots of the plants growing in the crevices of the rocks, and crawling up little by little.

His body was gradually exhausted, and his muscles slowly stiffened, and he gasped for breath, anxiously using his toes to find a support point on the inner wall, and tried his best to slightly adjust the position of his climbing, and tried several times, but the support point was still not found.

After a brief moment of frustration, he became scared, and he kicked the wall with both legs and tried to pull his body back against the wall, but in despair he found that he didn't even have the strength to climb back on!

What should I do!

Hanging on this high wall with the strength of his own hands, he will hold on for less than a minute at most, and he will fall!

Just when he was in a desperate dilemma, there were suddenly a few fires from far and near! He fixed his eyes and saw that it was the guard who had changed shifts walking in his direction with torches in his hand!

I don't know if it was out of fear of the guards or death, Ayerson slipped under his feet, his arms went limp, he screamed "ah" and fell off the wall......

Mom, Daddy, help me......

Ai Yansen closed his eyes tightly, and his mind went blank, but the thought flashed through him in despair.

Ayerson fell to the "ground".

There was no expected severe pain, no bleeding trauma to the head, not even the loud sound of flesh and bone hitting the ground.

Ayerson opened his eyes, closed in fear and despair, and found himself lying in a pile of hay. This hay is probably only temporarily piled up here, ready to be fed to the stables outside the city gates!

Is it really the spirit of the parents in heaven who guards him?

"Who's there!" came a cold snap.

One second, he was glad that the thick stack of hay had saved his life, and the next, his heart had hit rock bottom.

Oops! It must have been my own shouting that alarmed the guards on the shift!

His hands were on the hay, his head was buried in his armpits, his upper body arched rapidly, and at the same time his legs were curled up—like a big leather ball that had been kicked by someone—rolled forward, straight and silently out of the haystack in a straight line from his right shoulder to his left waist, and hid in the shadows of the wall.

A few seconds later, the sound of leather boots on the ground was already heard in front of Ai Yusen, and under the light of the torches, three patrolling guards surrounded him in the direction where he was hiding.

Alas, it looks like it's been discovered.

"Hmph, it's been curfew for so long now, what are you doing here alone, such a little kid?" asked the guard at the head, looking at the child squatting by the wall.

The unkempt little child, who looked to be about ten years old, had shoulder-length black hair tied up in a strand and hung lifelessly on the back of his head, his dirty little face was faintly sallow yellow, evidently due to malnutrition, and as thin as his whole body, and his eyes cast a faint look of terror, which seemed to glow with a hint of cunning in the light of the fire.

"Boy, whose child are you? Aren't your parents worried if you don't go back so late?" Another guard who rushed to hear the movement thought that there was a bad guy, but when he saw a child squatting by the wall with no hair growing, he was unimpressed and relieved.

"Yes... I'm sorry. I'll go back. With an idea, Ai Yansen immediately controlled his chaotic breathing, pretended to be sincerely frightened, and replied in a low voice. But he secretly snickered in his heart: It seems that these guards regard me as a resident of Baiman City, and only think that I am a playful child who returns late.

With that, he stood up and ran towards the Zelyph area without looking back. Speaking of his luck today, he was really lucky enough to be extremely good - he vaguely remembered the distribution of the urban area of Baiman City, but how could he remember it in a panic? He just wanted to get rid of the guards as soon as possible, and he didn't choose the way to choose a road, but he chose a road leading to the Zephyr area.

But in this way, the last suspicions in the hearts of the guards also disappeared, and they were even more certain that Ai Yusen was the child of a family in this city.

"What's wrong here? Haha, it's just a little cub who is messing around, look at your nervous bear look! Let's go, let's keep patrolling. The guard at the head watched Ai Yusen's figure disappear into the darkness, looked back at the two colleagues behind him, and teased with a smile.

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Running quietly through the dark streets, he wore a black linen coat and gray linen trousers, blending well into the night, like a vigilant and perceptive black cat.

Running to the corner of the street, Ayerson suddenly saw the light of a torch shining on the other side, and heard the chatter and laughter of the guards deliberately suppressed so as not to disturb the rest of the residents.

If I was bumped into by the guards, even if I was a child, I would inevitably be interrogated. Besides, if you show your feet, it will be troublesome, and it is not good to find out your own details, which is definitely not a joke.

Thinking of this, Ai Yansen immediately stopped, took two steps back, and looked at the shadows that were getting closer and clearer and the laughter was getting clearer, he gritted his teeth and rushed towards a single-story house on the right without hesitation. His feet kicked two steps forward and backward against the wall, turning the inertia of sprinting forward into the power of leaping upwards.

Ai Yansen's body almost ran up against the wall, and what was surprising was that the height he rose was just right, and I saw that his hands quickly stretched upward, neither high nor low, just holding the eaves steadily, and then pulled hard, and kicked his legs against the wall together, easily climbed onto the roof, and immediately squatted down, peeking at the ground.

Sure enough, several guards came around the corner with torches and whispered conversations. Luckily, they didn't find Ayerson hiding on the rooftop.

When the patrolling guards were far away, Ai Yansen grabbed the eaves with his hand and landed gently on the ground, making only a sound that even he could not perceive.

Alas, it's still not as good as that person.

Ai Yansen shook his head and sighed, as if he was very dissatisfied with the sound he had just made when he landed. He looked around, surrounded by a quiet darkness, only the faint sound of the wind, and the faint light of stars twinkling overhead.

Ayerson took a few sneaky steps forward, crouched silently in front of the wooden door of the house, and then pulled out a small file and a thin piece of iron from his jacket pocket. He aimed at the door lock, and thrust the tip of the file and the rusty piece of iron into it, stirring it up and down, little by little.

Ai Yansen tilted his head slightly, almost pressing his ear to the door.

"Dash...... Rushing...... Dadada......"

The sound of the lock turning came from inside the lock, and with the frequency and timbre of the sound, Ayerson kept adjusting the position of the file and the iron piece.

Almost, at the last point, it's about to succeed!

As long as... Just a little further to the left......

"Smack!"

It's not the sound of the lock being opened, it's the sound of the damn piece of iron breaking!

Hell, why did this damn piece of iron break at this crucial last second?

Ai Yansen scolded in his heart, "clank", and threw the broken piece of iron to the ground, and then put his hand into the pocket of his jacket, and found a piece of iron with almost the same length and thickness, and continued to "cook" the damn lock.

God willing, this is the last one......

Finally, the door was opened!

He carefully put away the file and the last piece of iron, opened the door a small slit, and slipped gently in.

The room was dark, and Ai Yansen lowered his body, slowly crouching and moving. There was a thunderous snoring in the room on the right, and it seemed that the sleeping owner of the room could not have noticed him. After a few minutes, Ayersen's eyes adjusted to the darkness, and the contents of the room became clearer to his eyes.

Ai Yansen immediately let his guard down and became bolder. He went straight to the room on the right and saw a man lying on his side on the bed. The man was in his early thirties, and he couldn't see his face clearly, except that he was sleeping under the covers.

Gently pulled open the first drawer of the bedside table, and there were only some close-fitting clothes inside.

In the second drawer, there were only a few candles and a box of matches, and nothing was found.

The third drawer, as soon as I reached in, I came across a small bag. Rejoicing in his heart, he took out the bag and checked it in his hand.

This little bag is heavy, you don't have to think about it, it must be coins inside. Ai Yansen took out a file, cut the rope at the mouth of the bag, opened the bag, took out a coin with his fingers, weighed it, and suddenly felt that the texture of this coin was more delicate than that of copper coins, and the weight was slightly lighter than copper coins, but the size was a whole circle larger than copper coins!

Oh my God, I'm so lucky!

The one in my hand is not a copper coin, this is clearly a silver coin!

I thought that in this kind of single-story house, I could only get some copper coins at most, but Ai Yusen opened the bag and stretched out his hand to wipe it - the gods were on it, and there were silver coins all over it, a whole bag of silver coins!

You know, one silver coin is equivalent to twenty copper coins! It seems that the income of the man on the bed next to him is probably not low, such a large bag of silver coins is not even locked in a box, but casually thrown in the drawer of the bedside table!

Ai Yusen decisively grabbed ten silver coins from his bag and put them in his pocket, and while he was surprised, he inexplicably gave birth to a different emotion in his heart.

Ai Yusen pursed his lips, and a trace of deep shame flashed on his face!

One, two, three, four, five......

Ai Yansen put his hand in his pocket, silently counted out five silver coins, put them back in the bag, and finally put the bag back in the drawer, gently closed the drawer, and then turned and secretly left.

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In the afternoon of the next day, news of the theft of silver coins spread throughout the city.

But in the early hours of the morning, at a grocery store in the wilderness, he exchanged five silver coins for a hundred copper coins, and strung them five with five strings. In this way, even if the news spreads, no one will suspect him.

Relying on these 100 copper coins, Ai Yansen barely survived five days.

On the night of the sixth day, Ai Yansen, who had been hungry for a day, struck again.

Although the number of guards patrolling at night had almost doubled, he managed to make his way into another house.

In this house, however, there were two people lying on the bed—a mother holding her son tightly, and in her sleep her brows were furrowed, without a smile, and the child, who looked even smaller than Ayssen!

In the locked box at the head of the bed, there were only a few silver coins and dozens of copper coins.

Looking at the woman holding her son in bed, he remembered his mother, who had fallen asleep with him in his arms when he was young.

Ai Yansen's heart moved, and he felt his eyes moisten a little.

Although he broke the last piece of iron when he opened the box, he locked it as it was, but picked up a fox fur hat from the bedside table, put it on his head, and quietly left.

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At this moment, the penniless little Ai Yansen had not eaten for two days, and he couldn't help but secretly blame himself for not being ruthless enough—it was he who was soft-hearted at that time; why did he return half of the ten silver coins that he had already put in his pocket?

The wilderness area is full of markets, and there is naturally no shortage of richly dressed nobles walking back and forth in the shops, but most of these nobles are accompanied by one or two guards. Moreover, at this noon, in broad daylight, little Ai Yusen did not dare to move any crooked thoughts.

Dragging his hungry body and his drowsy head, Ai Yusen walked aimlessly, but as if guided by some force, he stumbled to the door of an inn. He looked up, stretched out his hand to block the warm sunlight, and saw the name of the inn clearly—

"Sleeping Dryad".