The next day, early in the morning, Ron followed Hale to the east camp, and the soldiers along the way basically knew Hale, but they all cast a surprised look at Ron, which made Ron's heart even more furious.

But because of Hall's existence, the road is unimpeded.

The two of them quickly went to Baron Kyle's room, and Hall knew that Baron Kyle would be going to ride on the west pipeline for morning exercises, so now was the best time to start.

Opening the door and entering the room, Ron walked cautiously, lest he make the slightest noise.

"It's a real thief, it's a professional habit, Ron, there's no one here. Hall sneered lightly.

Ron felt embarrassed in his heart, he put down his tiptoes and said, "Get used to it, where do you put his keys?"

"The key is a spare key, it should be locked in the cabinet behind him, but there is no key either, can you open it?"

"No problem, being proficient in lockpicking is a thief's basic skill. Ron looked at the cabinet in the back, there were about twelve drawers, basically the same kind of lock, but he didn't know where, I'm afraid it would take some time.

"Don't break the cabinet and locks, make sure they are in good condition, or when Baron Kyle comes back and finds out, the whole camp will be under martial law, and we will all be dead." Hall reminded.

"Don't worry, Thousand-Handed Ron hasn't missed yet. Ron laughed.

"Then you pick the lock here and find the key, I'll wait outside the door, if anyone is coming, I'll raise my voice, you have to move faster, we don't have much time. Hall admonished again.

"Okay, trust me, you go and keep watch. Ron turned around and walked to the cabinet, fumbled for the keyhole on the cabinet, and began to study it.

Hale walked out of the room and gently closed the door.

Ron looked at it carefully for a while, and his suspended heart relaxed.

Fortunately, it's not the kind of complicated chain lock, it's just an ordinary chain lock, which is much easier to do.

Let's start with the first cabinet.

Ron pulled out a thin wire from his bosom, a necessary tool for every thief.

He could also unlock the prison doors, but because there were so many slaves in shackles, thousands, and each one unlocked, it was too late for a night.

He put the wire in first, and when he got inside, he got stuck inside, and he knew about the depth of the lock.

He took the wire from the new bar, bent the tip into a hook, and shoved it into the keyhole, which was just the right size.

"Good. He muttered to himself.

The iron reached in without any obstacles, and he shook the wire from side to side, only to hear a click, as if something was stuck.

Ron's face was pleased, and he gently lifted the wire up, pushed it forward, and finally pulled it gently.

There was a metallic crunch, and the drawer was opened.

"Sure enough, Thousand-Handed Ron's craftsmanship still hasn't been pulled down. Ron rejoiced in his heart and began to praise himself.

There were a lot of clutter in the drawer, Ron searched for a while, but couldn't find the key he wanted, he was disappointed in his heart, and he said, "Which one is it?" ”

Then he sent it back to the drawer, put the wire in it from the beginning, and gently hooked and pulled to let the lock be locked from the new one.

Then look at the second drawer, Ron was busy for a while, opened the first lock, and there was some parchment paper inside, nothing else.

Then there was the third drawer, and when Ron opened it, he was dazzled by the contents. In that drawer lay a neat row of gold coins, and there were sparkling gold, and Ron counted them, ten in all.

Adhering to the concept that thieves do not go empty, he quickly put the gold coins into his pocket.

His heart was pounding, on the one hand because of the thrill of the gold coins, and on the other hand, because it was a burglary in the barracks of the guards stationed in the gold mines, and outside the room was a whole army of well-equipped troops.

Then Ron exhaled to ease the tension in his heart and continued to unlock the lock.

......

Outside the door, Hall walked back and forth outside the door, he was a little anxious in his heart, why it had been so long, and it hadn't been better, he was more and more worried in his heart, because at this time, Baron Kyle was likely to come back.

Hall blew hot air from mouth to hand, and then rubbed his palm, warming his palm while easing his restlessness.

Time passed little by little, but still didn't see Ron come out, and Hale secretly complained in his heart, what the hell is this Ron doing.

Maybe he was afraid of something, but there was a man on the other side, whom Hall knew, and it was Morton, Baron Kyle's personal guard.

Morton walked over, he also saw Hall, but he was already familiar with Hall over the years, and said with a smile: "Hall, you are also here, hasn't the baron come back yet?"

"Not yet, the baron rode to the west of the pipe for morning exercises, I'm afraid it will be a while. Hale pulled a smile, but he felt his heart lift his throat.

"Oh, that's right, yesterday I wrote a report and put it on the baron's desk, but I don't think something is right, I'm going to take it and revise it before submitting it to the baron. Morton said what he meant.

"That report is on the table, right, you wait outside the door, I'll take it out for you. Hall laughed.

"You don't have to be so polite, Hall, although you are a prisoner, but for so many years, we have also seen the importance that the Baron has attached to you, maybe it won't be long before we can work together, this little thing, I will take it myself." Morton greeted Hall, then walked straight up and opened the door.

It's over, Hall really can't find any reason to organize, he feels his head roar, his body goes limp, and the sweat behind his back soaks through his vest.

Morton opened the door and walked in, and in a few moments came out, he closed the door with a parchment-like document in his hand.

Morton smiled at Hall, "Go first, Hall." ”

Hall came back to his senses, and he responded, "Slow down and don't send it." ”

It wasn't until Morton walked away that Hall came to his senses completely, and a sense of aftermath swept over him.

Not found, how did Ron do it, and I don't know if the key was found.

With these questions in mind, Hall opened the door and pushed it in.

The room was empty, Hall looked around, and found no trace of Ron, he called softly, "Ron, where are you?"

The open door suddenly closed, startling Hale, who turned to see that it was Ron hiding behind the door.

Hall breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You just kept hiding behind the door?"

"Yes, I overheard your conversation and went into hiding. Ron said.

"Did you find the key?" Hale asked nervously.

"Found it, here. Ron tapped his left pocket.

Hall felt his heart relax, and he saw that Ron's right pocket was bulging as well, and he asked, "What's your right pocket?"

"That's... It's just a little bit of gold, and I'm going to get out of here anyway, and I'll need money when I get out. Ron said.

"Gold coins?" Hale muttered, and then reacted suddenly, "Is it ten gold coins?" ”

"yes, what's wrong? If you want it, I can consider sharing you one. Ron laughed.

"Put it back, if you wait for Baron Kyle to come back, it will be too late. Hall said.

"Why? What you eat in your stomach doesn't have any reason to spit out. Ron continued.

Hale raised his voice, and his emotions became agitated: "I'm talking about it once, put it back, it's Baron Kyle's favorite gold coin, he takes it out every day and plays with it, if he finds out that he's gone, the whole prison will be turned upside down." ”

Hall looked into Ron's eyes and said emphatically again, "If you don't like the prisoner and your boss Thomas to bury you, let it in quickly." ”

Listening to Hall's words, Ron was kind of aware of the hotness of the gold coin and the seriousness of the matter.

Although he was reluctant in his heart, reason made him do the right thing.

He opened the third drawer from the beginning, put it in good order, and then locked the lock again.

After doing all this, Hale led Ron out of the room, and then slowly walked out of the camp.