I'm a thief – someone around me has been constantly reminding me from the moment I was born.

I hated this vocation, but my father told me that one doesn't have to go the only way because of what a vocation is, and that I can have many options.

My father was a scholar, and he was wiser than most, so I believed what he said. I also want to be a scholar.

My mother had always been my father's best assistant, but she had an unknown illness, and the priests and doctors said there was no way, and when I was seven years old, my mother died.

After my mother left, my father took me all over the world, and he said that knowledge came out, but I knew that he was somewhat escaping from the home that had the smell of a mother.

That's when we met the Blood Moons.

The Blood Moon clan is a clan that once served the brave, and the clansmen of the Blood Moon clan are all natural magicians, and they were once famous in all directions, until the fall of the brave Midir, and his followers were also branded as collaborators, and the clansmen were reviled by the world and forced to go into hiding.

Father said that there are many mysteries in the history of two hundred years ago, after the rebellion of the brave Midir, the major empires destroyed all the books praising the brave on the market at that time, and even the annals of various countries have been revised a lot, the deeds of the brave man and his attendants are now rarely known, and most people only know that Midil defected to the demons and betrayed the Light Alliance, but they don't know what this once known as the "bright brave" has done. The few widely circulated history books that tell the reasons for the fall of the brave are also full of contradictions with each other.

My father believed that the descendants of the Blood Moon Clan, as a former valiant acolyte, must know a lot about what happened back then, so he approached the Bloodmoon Clan Patriarch and begged him to tell him that history, and as a scholar, my father was eager to know more.

The patriarch of the Blood Moon refused him at first, but my father's repeated pleas promised to tell him something about the brave man, on the condition that my father could not tell him what he had heard, not even to his son.

So every time my father listened to the lecture in the patriarch's room, I wandered around the Blood Moon Village alone.

It seems like a long history, and my father used to stay from noon to dusk, and then take me back every few days. Over time, I became acquainted with some of the children of the same age in the village, and they did not dislike my vocation as a thief, and often took me to play.

Now that I think about it, it was arguably the happiest time of my childhood.

Later, King Zuoqiu succeeded in a coup d'état and became the new king of the Duchy of Zhulu. As soon as he ascended the throne, he issued a number of new decrees, one of which was the Thieves' Clearance Order, which prevented all foreigners with the vocation of thieves from entering the Principality of Zhulu, and all nationals in the Principality of Zhulu who had the vocation of thieves and had reached the age of eight were to enter the penitentiary to be disciplined.

The correctional center claims to teach the thieves serious work skills, educates the thieves, and assigns jobs, portraying it as heaven, saying that as long as they are cultivated by the correctional center and get the certificate of the correctional center, they can live like ordinary people.

My father was keenly aware of something, and he hid me - and his conjecture turned out to be right, and we learned from the people who escaped from the camp that the camp was a hell on earth, with a pitiful amount of smelly food, endless whipping and punishment, and that all those who entered the camp had to work like cattle and horses until they died without dignity.

King Zuoqiu believed that those who possessed the vocation of thieves were inherently wicked, and he advocated that the thieves should be imprisoned or eliminated, and that by doing so, the nation would become strong.

My father comforted me by saying that the people would soon see through the foolishness of King Zuoqiu, and that the kingdom would soon revoke the order of thieves. But I know that even my father can't believe this sentence.

King Zuoqiu was not an ignorant king, on the contrary, he was much smarter than his predecessors, he encouraged women to work, he overrode the military power of the lords everywhere, he preached the guilt of thieves while cutting taxes, he won the favor of the people with temporary tax cuts, and he diverted people's attention with hatred, and he was indifferent to the fact that he usurped the throne...... He's the biggest thief.

It's just that, there's no denying that King Zuoqiu has indeed made the country more prosperous than before, at least on the surface.

Most people began to support King Zuoqiu, praising all his policies. With no hope of rescinding the thieves' clearance, the thieves who escaped their pursuit were divided into two factions, radicals and conservatives.

The radicals chose to become the criminals in the mouth of the king of Zuoqiu, and they felt that since you treated me as a criminal, then I would become a criminal in your eyes, so they joined the gangs or gangs and tried to survive like a shadow in the town.

Conservatives have backed down, some have decided to leave the country, and some have chosen to live in remote corners outside the towns, where they have teamed up with other thieves. My father and I chose the latter.

We've built a village populated by thieves, right near the Blood Moon Village.

It was really hard at the beginning, we didn't have the tools, we didn't have the experience, we had to start everything from scratch. The families of my father and the other thieves went into the city to buy tools, to buy axes and carpets, and we cut wood during the day and slept on the floor at night, and some of us could not bear to leave, some were caught by the law enforcement team while shopping for tools, and some fell ill and died one night.

Finally, we built our own house, a house that could shelter from the wind and rain. We cultivated a field and sowed seeds there. Raise chickens in captivity and try to be self-sufficient. By the way, because the location of the village is very close to the Blood Moon Clan, it has been taken care of by the Blood Moon Clan.

However, just when I thought my life was going to get better, bad luck crept in.

First of all, one day, when my father and I went to the Blood Moon Village, we found that the entire Blood Moon Village had been turned into ruins, and the Blood Moon Clan was nowhere to be found. Then my father went to the city to buy seeds and never returned; Then a flash flood washed away half of the village, drowning the newly sprouted vegetable seedlings and the chickens in the chicken pen; The adults in the village felt that there was no hope in the village, and that it was a burden to bring a group of half-sized children, so they left one night with most of the rations to find another way to survive, leaving us little ghosts to fend for ourselves.

At that time, I was the oldest in the village, although I was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

They chose me as the new village chief, and I didn't put it off, I knew someone had to step up.

Hunger and sickness plagued the village, but every now and then someone brought in their eight-year-old children, and a conscientious person would leave some money and food, or visit from time to time, as Mrs. Pia did. The ones who are not responsible leave their children and run away.

Not only the children of the thief's vocation, but also the children who were born with disabilities were brought here to be abandoned, not to mention the older ones, and the babies who were a few months old were also left behind.

We can't take care of ourselves, so the first thing we do when we wake up every day is to push our companions to see if they can still open their eyes. In this way, I race against death every day, if I win, I will live one more day, and if I lose, I will lie down and rest. There were many losers, and Mrs. Pia's son was among them.

But in the end we rebuilt the village, and despite the difficult process, we did it. After all, we have no choice, we are thieves, we are not even qualified to go to the streets to beg, either live with our own hands or die.

We replanted the seeds, endured hunger, and raised pheasants in the mountains and forests in captivity to build more and more solid houses.

Once again, we got through it.

I thought it would be okay this time, but it turned out to be ...... Hahaha, I'm sorry, I want to laugh when I say it, people can be so unlucky.

Not long ago I noticed that I was not feeling feeling in my legs, which was exactly the same as my mother's illness, and I knew that I was about to follow in my mother's footsteps, but that was not the end of it.

Two months ago, the radical faction who used to live in the city suddenly came to our village to ask for someone, because recently a new force has appeared in the city, it is said that it is a gang from the country of fire, called the black turban thieves. The radicals clashed with them several times over the turf, and the other side was obviously more ruthless, and the radicals had lost more than half of their troops, and their foundation was unstable, so they came to our village to ask for people.

When we refused, they took our food and burned down our house. The radicals have become real thieves after all.

Winter is approaching, we will die without food and houses, in order to have fewer mouths to eat, and in order to protect the children, we compromised, and all the people over the age of twenty in the village went with them, leaving only me, Abu and Toshio, to continue to guard the village.

I was afraid that the radicals would come back, so I asked Toshio and the others from the village to move east to find a new place to stay, which is the village you see now...... Actually, I wanted to go further, but we needed time to gather supplies for the winter. Let's just hope they don't find out where we are and that we can move further next spring.

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Bai Yu said such a long time, and when he got to the back, he didn't seem to be able to get up, and coughed violently.

Seeing this, Xu Shuo stepped forward to help him pat him on the back.

After a while, Bai Yu came to his senses, he looked at the cemetery in front of him, and said lightly: "But if you can, I actually want to be buried here." ”

Xu Shuo was speechless and continued to pat him on the back.

"Don't you have anything to say?" Bai Yu said.

Xu Shuo stopped what he was doing and muttered in a low voice for a while.

"I feel like there's a lot to say, but there's nothing worth mentioning."

Even if you sympathize, it doesn't make much sense.

"Well, it's easy for me to be able to tell outsiders about what has happened over the years, thank you for listening to me."

"It's nothing, I asked the question first."

“…… I seemed to hear a 'goo' just now, is that you? ”

"Well, it's my belly."

Bai Yu laughed when he heard it.

"Hahaha, sure enough, there's not enough for you to eat tonight, right?"

Xu Shuo was a little embarrassed, coughed lightly, and said, "By the way, you said that the radicals live in the city, I want to ask, how did they get into the city?" Aren't thieves forbidden to enter the city? ”