The thief is the most ... Bizarre profession. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are two reasons why it is weird, one is that it is a profession that only exists among the human race, and there are no thieves among the honest and simple dwarves or the holy and intelligent elves. The second is that such an act that sounds very humble, lowly, and has no sense of honor does exist as a profession on this continent, a profession that is legally recognized by the Holy Aaron Empire.

Of course, there are limits to this legitimacy.

First of all, only "thieves" who join the Imperial Thieves' Guild are legitimate "thieves", and the Thieves' Guild usually has no obligations to the state, but is only responsible for receiving tasks from various places, evaluating them, setting prices, collecting fees, and publishing them. There are always conspiracy theorists who wonder if the St. Aaron Empire will also get a piece of the commission money, which is why the fees are so high. These statements have always existed, but they have never received public attention.

This is probably because the Thieves' Guild has made great contributions to the St. Aaron Empire, and the benefits of the commission are dwarfed, and the argument is self-defeating. In the past, once a war broke out, the Thieves' Guild would immediately transform into the Empire's intelligence agency, and all thieves were obliged to participate in the war as spies or assassins, and be supported by the Empire during wartime, or hired. And the Terrans were able to gain an advantage in the wars they once faced the dwarves or elves, and the Thieves' Guild played a big role.

Secondly, all thefts must be carried out within six hours of the notice of theft, otherwise they will be regarded as "unlawful" thefts. After receiving the notice, the owner will inevitably be closely protected, and it will become a contest between the thief and the owner's protective power, and if it is converted according to the price, it will also become a contest between the strength of the employer and the strength of the owner. In the eyes of the Holy See of the Gods, this became "the redistribution of the property of the Terrans under the attention of the gods, may the best side win", and the Holy See of the Gods acquiesced.

In fact, due to the extremely high prices charged by the thieves' guilds, this kind of theft has always been only among the nobles, and has nothing to do with the masses. The common people have not opposed or protested accordingly, and this kind of theft has become the talk of the people after dinner, while happily watching the nobles fight each other's heads and blood, while boasting about making up strange stories about grand thieves and monsters.

Corresponding to the high price, the people who can actually enter the guild and be named "thieves" are also the top people in the mainland, and the thieves have absolute loyalty to the client from the moment they receive the commission to the moment the commission ends - both the imperial official and the gods and the Holy See can testify to this.

However, loyalty often only ends at that moment, and the next moment the thief can take the commission of the lost owner again, issue a notice, and steal the corresponding object again.

Thieves, although clearly distinguished from thieves, have thus become a profession that is not honorable on the continent of Huronjar, but there is nothing excessively infamous.

So when Simon Harbour said the name of the profession seriously, Arthur, full of justice and glory, still looked at his father like a ghost, dumbfounded.

And Simon, who had just finished saying this thing that was difficult for any upright person, such as Arthur, to accept, as if nothing had happened, stood up, took away the plate and wine glass from the feast, and wiped it vigorously with a rag full of oil.

Arthur looked at his father's back in a daze, and didn't say a word.

Simon stopped wiping his hand, but didn't turn around.

The joy of the room had been dissipated at dinner, and now it was so deserted that you could hear a needle drop on the floor.

"You know I'm not your father, do you, Arthur. Simon stared intently at the remaining oil on the plate and the blood of the half-cooked sand lizard flesh.

Arthur's surprised and puzzled expression instantly froze, like a lightning strike, his jaw trembled, and there was a slight sound of teeth colliding.

"You probably started when you were six years old, and you never asked questions about your mother again. ”

"At that time, I knew that you probably realized that I wasn't your father. ”

Yes, Arthur knew a long time ago, Simon has a square face and a wide mouth, while Arthur has a melon seed face, and his small mouth is not much bigger than his nose, and most importantly, when young Simon cries for his mother, Simon will always just keep his mouth closed, not saying a word, and look at him with a guilty face.

Arthur has always only had a small guess in his heart, and the evidence is getting more and more, and this guess is buried deeper and deeper in Arthur's heart, as if he has forgotten this guess, this question.

Until this was just confirmed by Simon.

Arthur bit his lip and clasped his hands helplessly, as if something had suddenly broken in his heart.

"Arthur, your biological parents..."

"No, Father, say no more!"

Arthur suddenly jumped up and roared, tears welling up in his eyes, looking at Simon's back that was shaking unconsciously.

Slowly, Simon's body stopped trembling and became firm again, he let out a long breath and spoke again: "No, Arthur, you listen to me. ”

"Your parents, they are involved in the secrets of the whole human race. ”

Simon suddenly turned around, his eyes fiery, staring at Arthur, his voice suddenly excited.

"No, it's not just the Terrans! This is a secret that concerns all the intelligent races of the entire continent!"

"You have to see the facts behind the haze, the facts of the entire continent with clear eyes!"

"You want to go to the Holy Aaron Empire! You want to go to the Holy City of Pest! You want to go to the Holy See of the Gods!

"You must go to the Sloped Mountains, to the other side of the Chillo River, to the Heretics and the Hypocrites!

"When you have done all this, you must do it all yourself, and you will definitely find your biological parents! Understand your biological parents! Understand my incompetent father!"

Simon roared rarely, towards Arthur, and seemingly at himself.

Arthur listened to Simon's suddenly excited voice, the tears gradually stopped, the rough breath exhaled from his nose gradually became hot, and his thin chest rose and fell, as if suddenly filled with endless strength. Arthur couldn't understand why his father suddenly brought up the topic, and he couldn't understand that he had never been out of Haber Village, and his biological parents were hiding such a secret.

But in this moment, Arthur's chest was filled with strength and longing, the strength and desire to find his biological parents,!

And Simon's voice suddenly sank.

"So you have to survive, you have to be strong, you have to live until you can see the facts. But Arthur, you can't really go into the battlefield, the frontal battlefield. Your own body determines that once you get into the melee, you must be the first to die. ”

"You are faced with a sword, a scimitar, or a spear, or a man and a horse, and your skill can still make up for your lack of strength, and your speed and dexterity can still allow you to quickly take out your opponent, or you can't do anything, and retreat immediately, which will still keep you alive. But on the battlefield, in the face of chaotic attacks that will come from nowhere, the lack of strength is fatal, and even the first round cannot survive. ”

"Thieves are the only class that you can do without being involved in frontal war, the only way you can survive the war, and the only way you can find your biological parents. ”

Arthur's angry breath eased, and he stared at Simon tightly, his eyes flashing.

Simon looked at the light in Arthur's eyes, and there was always a hint of guilt in his eyes. But he knew that Arthur understood his intentions and would go on like this, but this may be what makes Simon feel guilty.

As the night wore on, the temperature dropped quickly, and everyone shrank under the covers and slept peacefully, except for the warriors on the watchtowers, wearing thick cloaks, trembling in the wind and stomping their feet, waiting for the arrival of the shift fighters.

Most of the inns were merchants, and the few remaining empty houses were occupied by the dwarves - most of the dwarves had settled in villages close to the Black Iron Mountains, and only the curious ones who wanted to make a fool of them make a trip to the desert.

The elves weren't very enthusiastic about the upcoming War College selections, and not many of them would come to participate in the selections, most of them stopped near the Eternal Night Forest, so the inn in Habersha Village hadn't received a single elven candidate yet - of course, they probably didn't want to share the same inn with the dwarves.

Horns the Bearded was lying on a bed on the second floor of the inn, and the dwarven warriors, accustomed to sleeping on hard stone beds, were not used to the soft bedding, so Horns chewed in his mouth, rolled over, and kicked the snoring brass hammer to the ground with one kick. And the brass hammer, which fell to the ground, did not wake up, and also rolled over, as if finding a more comfortable place, muttering in his mouth, but the snoring stopped.

And Garcia, who slept soundly after a hard day of training, was suddenly woken up by the calf that Rose suddenly stretched out next to him and put on his body, he didn't open his eyes, moved his father's and master's heavy calf down, and fell asleep again.

Drake, who had also gone through a long day of training, did not fall asleep, holding a small twig in his hand, not the one used to poke Arthur, waving it in the air, teasing his sister, who was not yet a year old, covering his mouth and smiling very happily.

Such a night seems to be very peaceful, peaceful and ordinary, but no one knows that there is a father and son's life trajectory, from this moment on, changed.

Central merchant federation

Habsha Village

Calendar of the Gods 1540, July

The selection team of the Imperial War College of St. Aaron, or rather the one that came to the village of Habsa, was not very large, five people, eight horses, three of them dressed like warriors, and three of them were also leading the other three horses, and the remaining two, one seemed to be in official attire, and the other was dressed in white.

The selection team, which only appeared once in three years, immediately ignited this calm and peaceful village, and people surrounded the selection team, crowded, shouted excitedly, and waved their hands wildly, but kept a certain distance, for fear of offending these big people, but the children in the village suffered during the selection.

The five of them walked all the way, and an old man came up tremblingly on crutches.

"Haha! Are you alright, Village Chief Angelim, this is my third time!" The leading warrior was very young, definitely not more than thirty years old, dressed in light leather armor, very strong, with a smile on his face, and enthusiastically opened his arms to hug the village chief.

The village chief, on crutches, hugged the leading warrior with one hand, took a small step back, and bowed slightly.

"Baron Kyle Jones, it's a pleasure to see you again, and the children of the village are again dependent on your Excellency. ”

"Well said, well said, you and I are old friends, hahaha!" Baron Kyle's laughter sent the crowd around him laugh as well.

The village chief knocked on the ground with his cane, signaling for everyone to calm down.

"If the old man is not mistaken, my Habsha Village has the honor of receiving the other three lords of the Desert Duke's Lordship, as well as the white-clothed apostles of the Holy See of the Gods?" the village chief bowed his head deeply, while the surrounding crowd let out a sighing sound, and buried their heads down, not daring to look directly at the five members of the selection team, and the discussion gradually rang out.

The Duke of the Desert is the largest of the thirteen princes of the St. Aaron Empire - almost the entire central desert of the St. Aaron Empire. Although the territory is sparsely populated, there are many knights and extremely powerful, and the origin of the camel knight is the desert dukedom. Compared with the most powerful of the thirteen dukes, the Duke of Qinsizhu in the south, his strength is not far behind, and he is very close to Habosha Village, so he is naturally the patron saint in the hearts of Habo.

"Oh, how many of them you said. Kyle waved his hand casually.

"This is the first time I've come, Olsen Daia, I was just awarded the title of baron half a month ago - a few years later than me, it looks very cold, but I'm actually a warm-hearted guy, I'm a little shy, I'm your future teacher in the riding department, don't bully him, you have to bully him and call me~" Kyle smiled and patted the neck of the knight's mount next to him, stroked his mane, and waved his other hand vigorously at the children in the crowd, causing the children to chuckle.

The knight wore a dark yellow windproof cloak and removed his hood, revealing a delicate helmet and chain mail that wrapped around his neck.

"Take your dirty hands away, and if you don't, we'll duel. Olsen pushed the mask up, revealing a grim face and staring at Kyle coldly.

"If you dare to get off your horse and fight me, let's compare. Kyle muttered as he walked towards the young man in official attire.

"This is Wilson Adam, my chief of staff, who is older than me, and doesn't take me seriously. Kyle shrunk his neck and walked away, rushing to a cloaked young man.

"Well, hehe, he's Wilson's son, Green, and he's only fifteen, isn't he, little bunny. Kyle grabbed Green's neck with his right hand and rubbed his hair vigorously, and the young Green's mouth was covered and he could only make a whining sound and wave his arms for help.

Wilson tore off his turban, revealing a mature, calm face in his forties, with an expression of "I knew you would definitely do this", and smiled gently: "My lord, it is against aristocratic etiquette to mess up my son's hair in front of everyone, although Lord Daia has just been promoted to baron, he has a much more aristocratic demeanor than you."

The crowd laughed loudly.

Kyle put down Green, looking very embarrassed, coughed twice and walked over to the man in white.

"This is the white-clothed apostle of the Holy See of the Gods. ”

The white robe was covered with golden patterns, dragging on the dusty ground, but there was no trace of dirtiness at all, and the demeanor was very elegant, even the silver mask on the face shone with a holy light, and those eyes, but there was a kind of charm that caught people's hearts, looking at it, everyone felt that their bodies were gradually warming up, and they didn't seem to want to look away no matter what, just like that, the crowd unconsciously quieted down

A magnetic but indifferent female voice peeked out from under the silver-white mask.

"Gods, peace be with you forever. Hello, Village Chief Angelim. The White Apostle bowed slightly.

The white-clothed apostle has a slender posture, and there is always a feeling of falling in love at first sight, saying that it is holy, it does not seem to be the same, saying that it is charming, but it seems to defile the posture of this white lotus.

The crowd was obviously stunned, since the selection seven years ago, there were clergy involved, at first it was an ordinary missionary, last time it was a black-clothed judge, and this time it was actually an apostle in white, and it was still a woman who seemed to be gentle, seemed to be indifferent, but must be mysterious.

Such a huge impact is obviously a bit too big for the simple Habbers.

And Arthur was at the end of the crowd, looking at the apostle who fascinated everyone, but he always felt a little chilled.