People tend to use ancient to describe two professions, one is a killer and the other is a skilled woman.

However, Rosie felt that three more classes should be added, one called a thief, one called a beggar, and one called a traitor.

The profession of thief has existed since ancient times, and if you don't ask, you steal, and of course, when you take the money in other people's pockets, even a fool will not ask if you can give me this money, because it is not called stealing, it is called robbing.

The Northwest Transfer Station is a large number of people, and naturally there are many of the above five professions, especially thieves and skilled women.

I don't know which thief ancestor suddenly had an idea, and after creating a pickpocket's guild, thieves were even more flooded in the empire's major transfer stations. These people specialize in stealing passers-by's belongings, this is a transfer station, to put it bluntly, it is a transit station, not a city or an important place, just a node in the journey. Many people tend to stay here for a day or two before continuing their journey without spending too much time looking for thieves.

In addition, the thieves who have already ganged up are not afraid of people looking for trouble, and they have become more unscrupulous.

The small restaurant is a place where thieves gather, selling some food and alcohol for those who are tired from traveling. As soon as people relax, their vigilance will weaken, and at the same time, they will put important things in a prominent place, such as the table, and they will take out their money bags when paying the bills. There are some people in the small restaurant who are in charge of keeping an eye on them, and they will keep in mind the appearance of these passers-by and the belongings they carry, and if there are valuables or money bags that are bulging, they will naturally come into their sight.

These people specialize in this line of work every day, and their eyesight has been tempered, and whoever has something in their baggage, and who knows how much money they have in their money bag, can guess at a glance. The specialized pickpockets, at the suggestion, will cooperate with each other to act after the people who have already been targeted leave the small restaurant.

How did Hano, a turtle who had been living in the countryside, know the way of this? After he sat down with the two Templars, he casually placed the three baggage containing gold coins and precious stones on the table, and this scene was seen by those who were interested. People like Hano can't say much, but there are definitely a few, and they all have a unified name - fat sheep.

After the people who are out and about are successful, the belongings will be sent to the small restaurant for temporary storage, and when the evening closes, the owner of the room will take out the day's harvest, and everyone will divide it up with two by one.

In fact, the owner of the small restaurant was also worried during this time, because the whole more than 8,000 gold coins and a few gems can be said to be an astronomical amount, and the people who can carry so much money with them are either nobles or the leaders of the big chambers of commerce. These people are not easy to mess with, and if they are not careful, they will cause a lot of trouble. But this hot thing has already fallen into the hand, and there is no reason to return it, so in order to avoid trouble, the small restaurant has reduced the amount of tasks during this time, only doing some simple work, stealing some ordinary people's money, and being as careful as possible.

The owner of the small restaurant is one of the thieves in this neighborhood, he was more arrogant when he was young, stole a nobleman's money bag and took it out to show off, and was later caught by the nobleman, tortured for half a month, and almost died in the nobleman's death row. Later, the noble lord didn't know if it was a sudden kindness or something, so he actually let him go, but he also cut off the thumb and index finger of his right hand. With the loss of two of his most important fingers, his craft was almost completely scrapped.

Although he was disabled, he was a thief and used the money he hid to buy several orphans, train them to become professional thieves, and turned himself into a leader. To say that this person also has a little ability, relying on extraordinary means of coercion and temptation, he has collected a lot of thieves to listen to orders over the years. The conditions he gave were actually very simple, everyone shared the money, and they had something to carry together. Many thieves who commit crimes alone think it's good to do this, help each other, and some people come out when they encounter tricky things, so there are more and more thieves gathered under his command, and his career is getting bigger and bigger.

But since he got Hano's baggage, he has not been able to sleep steadily, and the memories of being tortured by the nobles appear in his dreams every night. He pondered that he planned to wait for Victory Day to end the matter here, find a country place with a large sum of money, marry a few women, and become a rich man.

The ideal is plump, but the reality is very skinny.

On the morning of his restlessness, a young man of fourteen or fifteen years old, with blond-brown hair and a grim face, walked into his small restaurant.

In the corner of the diner, there are three or five chattering people sitting at a few tables, their eyes constantly sweeping over the diners, paying special attention to the baggage and boxes that are placed in the light. At this time, they looked at the man who had entered, looked at him quietly, staggered their gazes, and lowered their heads one after another.

This young man is not easy to mess with, and should be very powerful.

These people have to see hundreds of people here every day, and they have to distinguish tens of thousands of faces every month, and they have seen all kinds of people. Who has money and who doesn't, who is a commoner and who is a nobleman, who is easy to mess with and who is not, you can see at a glance. They found something not quite right in the young man's face, and they didn't dare to look any more closely, for fear of being discovered by the young man.

The waiter in charge of the reception immediately greeted him, with a professional smile on his face, and bowed politely, "...... guest"

With a snap, the slightly noisy small restaurant was silenced by this slap. The waiter was knocked over by a slap, and when he got up, the corners of his mouth and nostrils were bloodshot, half of his face swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye as if it was inflated, and the palm prints on his five fingers were slightly purple, and he felt that his cheeks were sour at a glance. The waiter may have been beaten, and sat on the ground looking at the young man with vacant eyes, still not figuring out why he was beating himself.

The young man looked around the entire diner and sneered, "Irrelevant people get out." ”

His tone was arrogant and domineering, and immediately some guests were unhappy, and he slapped the table and stood up, "Where did you come from...... kid." ”

Before he finished speaking, Hano jumped out from behind with a long sword and kicked the traveler in the stomach, kicking him back into the chair and sitting, the blade of the sword resting on his neck, "Lord Rosie's words can also be interrupted by you, a little brute?", Hano turned to look at Rosie, "Master, do you want to kill him?"

Rosie ignored him, the guy almost went crazy after the money was stolen, and this time he also let him vent.

When the guests saw that Hano had used all his weapons, where did they dare to sit still? They all picked up their luggage and ran outside, wanting to leave this place of right and wrong immediately.

Two of the guys rushed out of the crowd with them, and Rossi squinted his eyes without squeaking, and after a gesture, the Templar quietly followed.

In less than a minute, there were only a dozen people left in the entire small restaurant, including the waiters who had already reacted and were crying.

The boss propped his arms on the bar and looked at Rosie calmly, his right hand missing two fingers.

"Master Rosie, little old man, I didn't offend you, did I? And it's the first time I've seen you, is there any misunderstanding? I'm willing to pay for any misunderstanding. ”

"Let him go. Rosie first instructed Hano to bypass the scared guy who was dripping with urine, and then pointed at Hano and asked, "Take a closer look, have you seen this person?" ”

The frightened guest ran out of Rossi's side and didn't dare to turn his head back.

At this time, the people in the small restaurant were startled, and at the same time looked at Hano, and suddenly the faces of several people changed. The men stood up one after another, their hands in their arms or behind their backs, and it was evident that the victim had come to the door, and the matter seemed to be difficult to get right.

Outside the house, the Templars and knights blocked the back door of the diner, and a few others looked at the windows and windowsills on the second and third floors to prevent the people in the house from escaping, and the others all got into the diner. They were swearing with their swords, not caring at all about the onlookers outside the house.

The boss's face changed and changed, and he looked at the twenty or thirty people behind Rossi, his eyes pierced by the cold glow reflected by the sword. He gasped and said generously: "I know him, he came here a few days ago, what, is something wrong?"

Hano dragged a chair from the gang, rolled up his sleeves and wiped it on the chair surface, revealing a villain's flattery, "Sir, sit down and say." ”

Rosie sat down, crossed Erlang's legs, and tilted his head slightly to look at the owner of the small restaurant, "Two choices, take 100,000 gold coins out, forget about this matter." Either I'll kill you all and find out 100,000 gold coins myself. ”

The owner of the small restaurant laughed dryly, "Master Rosie, why are you doing this? It's too difficult for a strong man, isn't it? Even if the little old man offends you, you say a real price, I will compensate you, but you say that I can't make up the amount even if I die?"

Rosie chuckled and waved his hand, "Kill!"

The little old man's face turned abruptly, and he copied a dagger from the bar with his left hand, and his aggrieved expression suddenly turned hideous......