The young thief Taba had a hostile look in his eyes, craned his neck and glanced behind Keith, and asked coldly, "You're the only one?"

Keith raised his hands and smiled, "Isn't it obvious enough!"

Taba crossed his hands in front of his chest, still coldly speaking, "Hand over the sword and dagger." ”

"Don't be nervous, man, I'm not here to fight today!" Keith explained in a friendly tone.

At this moment, Junior's voice came from the room, "Hey, Taba, let him in." ”

Taba stared at Keith, suddenly leaning sideways to make a please. Keith nodded in thanks to him, then walked into the room.

In the guild hall, seven or eight thieves were busy. Some people are repairing and cleaning equipment, some people are making ledgers, some people are making plans to steal, some people are training their fighting skills, and they are very busy. Dressed in brown leather armor and deerskin boots, the leader, Junior Steel, was attacking a puppet and attacking it.

Seeing Keith come in, he put away his posture, wiped his face with a white cotton cloth, and said proudly, "I'm sorry I didn't kneel down to salute you, Your Highness the Prince!"

Keith pouted and said it didn't matter.

"In the eyes of those people outside, you are a prince. But here, on my territory, there are my principles, respect only for those who approve of me, please don't mind. ”

"What do you want?" asked Keith bluntly.

"I heard that your mentor Theoma is the first warrior of the empire, and his swordsmanship is unparalleled. Junior looked at him and said, "I thought, maybe you can fight for him!"

"As I said, the purpose of my visit today is peace talks, not fights. Keith emphasized.

Junior laughed violently, shook his head, and said, "I didn't mean to ask for your opinion. What's the matter? Are you scared, afraid to fight me?"

"Force won't solve the problem, I think you understand!" said Keith exclaimed.

"No, no, no, now, please put aside the king's orders," Junier said with a smile, "come and duel with me, as long as you win against me, I unconditionally agree to the king's plan, and the entire thieves' guild will always submit to you and serve your highness!"

Keith was happy and confirmed, "Is that true?"

"No repentance. ”

Keith was pleased that, though this method of solving the problem was brutal and crude, it was effective and direct, and that it was best to negotiate peacefully, and it would be good to defeat Junior in a duel to make him submit to the monarch.

An area in the center of the hall was immediately vacated as a dueling arena. Junior replaced himself with a glass sword, and saw the blade glowing blue with blue light. The glass sword is made of rare moon stone, and it is a heavy sword with great destructive power, which can easily shatter the skulls of ancient giants.

Keith's sword is called Dawn, as the name suggests, it can break through the darkness and usher in light, it is a one-handed light sword, and it is easy to swing while it is in hand. They each drew their weapons and stood in the dueling arena. The other thieves stopped their work and ran to watch.

"As the apprentice of the First Warrior of the Empire, I hope you don't disappoint me!" said Junir proudly.

"You will be satisfied!" Keith said in a calm tone, "Let you know how powerful the disciple of the First Warrior is, if you lose, you can go back to your mother to cry!"

Junior laughed, "Interesting, I kind of like you." ”

They jumped at each other, and the thieves roared with pleasure. The two men pulled apart, and Keith struck first, stabbing each other in the chest. Unhurried, Junior raised his sword in front of him, and Dawn stabbed the blade of the glass sword, making a "zizi" sound.

The two froze at each other for a minute, and Junior jerked forward so hard that Keith's sword flicked off with ease. He hurriedly jumped back, keeping two swords of length away from his opponent. Junior didn't take advantage of the momentum to fight back and remained defensive.

"What? you're going to be like a puppet?" Keith sneered.

Junior shrugged and laughed.

Keith knew he was conserving his stamina and not wasting a little bit of it. He wanted to wait until he ran out of energy, was sluggish, and slowed down before he made a move. He was aware of Junior's plan, and the other party had been watching him from the very beginning of the battle, paying attention to his every move.

Keys struggled to attack, and Junier stuck to the defense. Case's sword attacks in a variety of ways, such as stabbing, stabbing, slashing, slashing, and sweeping, while Junior maintains a single defense. Multiple frontal attacks had no effect, and Keith decided not to specialize in the mid lane, intending to break through its defenses from both sides. With a clever and dexterous attack, it is necessary to stab the opponent in the shoulder, and even if he is blocked in the middle of the block, he can take the opportunity to injure his arm without falling short.

The prince's dazzling swordsmanship is aggressive, and the shadows of the sword on the field are ever-changing, and Junir's heavy sword is gradually unable to resist, so he has to dodge sideways, spin, slide, and jump, until he is cornered by Keith, and then he holds the sword in both hands and strikes back.

A single blow was enough to show his superb swordsmanship, not only blocking all of Keith's attacks, but also scratching his breastplate. The two stopped and jumped away, and Junior's sleeve was cut open. They each looked at their clothes and smiled at each other;

At this time, the onlookers cheered and praised the two swordsmen. They roared and cheered rudely, and threw punches in the air.

"Hit him, Junior. Someone shouted.

"Let him know that you're the real king! Another Assassin shouted.

Like angry lions, the two entered the battle again. This time Juniel was no longer on the defensive, and he launched a whirlwind attack against Case. The glass sword whined, and its blades collided in the air continuously, slashing at each other. The Daybreak Sword resembles a swimming dragon, appearing at any offensive angle, while the Glass Sword seems to have a prophetic function, always bouncing it away before it hurts its owner.

Keys quickens the tempo and Juniel moves faster. All of a sudden, the field was filled with swords and swords. They were like two lightning swords slashing back and forth, bringing up a gust of wind. The audience could barely see every action, and the duel entered a white heat.

However, everyone thinks that the on-field battle is no longer rampant, but more like another form of dance. Keith was very happy and racked his brains to come up with many ways to defeat Junior, such as splitting the neck, stabbing the heart, stabbing the waist, picking the wrist, sweeping the leg, etc., however, Juniel was a fighting genius and could always defuse his moves in the first place.

They fought for more than an hour without a winner, and Keith knew in his heart that if he continued to fight, there would still be no result. He can't beat Junior, and Juniel can't beat him. There is no point in continuing to fight.

He put away his sword and said to Junior, "The duel is over, let's talk!"

Junior felt the same way. He withdrew his sword and put it in its scabbard, smiling and saying, "Although there is no winner this time, I appreciate you. I bet you'll be a great king!"

Keith waved his hand and said happily, "Thank you for the encouragement, I will remember your words." ”

The two returned to the wooden table and sat down, and one of the Assassins served wine in time. Now they sat facing each other like old friends, and Junior raised his glass and saluted Keith, who picked it up and saluted each other.

"Wine is not so refreshing compared to the wine of the palace;" said Junior, "the wine of thieves..."

"Don't mind!" Keith interrupted, "Frankly, I hate spirits, it gives me a splitting headache, and the wine is mild to my taste. ”

Junior giggled, "No wonder those guys in the market call you 'Prince of Commoners', funny!"

"Those are joking names, don't care. Now, let's get down to business. Keith said.

"Okay, what do you want us to do?" Junior looked at him, "Move out of the city?"

"No, no, don't get me wrong. I never wanted you to move out of Whitehorse, I'm not a bad person. Keith smiled.

"Well, I'm sure you won't be so ruthless. But you must give us permanent residency in the city and recognize our contribution to the city!" Junior tapped his finger to the table.

"I promise you. Keith replied, and then, in a slow, serious tone, "perhaps you have heard that the king intends to hold a jousting tournament in the city, inviting the kings of all nations and their generals, warriors, and magicians to participate. This feat is entirely for the sake of the future of Skyrim. At that time, many people will come to Hakuba Castle to participate in the fight or sightseeing. And General Haggam has a lot of responsibilities and a lot of tasks. So, I don't want anyone to trouble him again! You know what I mean!"

"Now, you're our new leader, and it's up to you!" said Junir with a smile.

"But," Keith was stunned, "we haven't decided yet!"

"No need, Your Highness. Junior replied respectfully, "Everyone expects Whitehorse City to be ruled by a wise prince, isn't it, and since you are loved by everyone, how can we not support you?"

"Your Highness, we firmly support you!" shouted the thieves in unison.

Keith's face lit up and he said excitedly, "Thank you, thank you." ”

On the way back to the palace, Keith was in a good mood. Looking at the brightly lit city, I can't help but think of the past years when I was both an enemy and a friend with Junior. Keith had hunted down a thief who had stolen Balaam's gems, and he fled all the way north, almost escaping the borders of the Empire. Eventually, in a small village tavern named Ravenod, Keith arrests him and intercepts the stolen gems.

That night, Junior sneaked into his room and stole the gem. The next day, Keith discovers that the gem is missing, so he continues his search, and after a period of searching, he finally finds his target, Junior, the leader of the Thieves' Guild.

Upon his return to Whitehorse, with the help of his friends in the market, he was able to obtain the exact location of the Thieves' Guild. It was in the guild that he met Junior, a forty-three-year-old human warrior. The thieves have been fighting against the royal family in order to gain the right to live permanently in Whitehorse.

King Hobbes, who was notorious for stealing and hated thieves from the bottom of his heart, always wanted to drive them out of the empire, but unfortunately never succeeded.

Keith and a small retinue blindly entered the rat path, and without a guide to guide them, they quickly got lost and were trapped for ten days. Later, the prince, who almost starved to death, was saved by thieves, and after recovering, the thieves ordered the thieves to take him away from the rat path. However, the prince did not give up, and continued to walk through the rat path until he was trapped, rescued, and sent out again, and so on eighteen times, and Junior was impressed by his persistence and tenacity, and returned the jewel of Balaam to Keith.