The thief Kurd is a man with extremely mysterious origins.
In the entire province, no one knew the origin of Kurd. This thief seemed to appear out of thin air. When he first appeared, he showed the strength of a junior knight.
Kurd once followed a certain band of thieves across the province. Later, the bandit group was defeated by official forces, and the big thief Kurd became a lone ranger. In the blink of an eye, it has been more than ten years.
In the past ten years, the Kurds have committed a lot of things. They even once killed a knightly family with their own hands, and the bloodline of the head of the knightly family was cut off.
Famous throughout the province.
The nobles were furious and tried their best to organize people to hunt down the Kurdish thief, but found nothing.
The great thief Kurd, a thief in the night, is a ruthless gangster with the strength of an intermediate knight.
After all these years, no one knows the purpose of the Kurds' arrival. However, the public also has some speculations. They speculate that the Kurds should be of civilian origin.
If Kurd was born into a noble family, even a junior knight would definitely be able to find some decent security jobs and not become a thief.
In fact, this speculation has no effect, because the thieves who now dominate the entire province are basically civilians.
Except for some freaks.
All in all, Kurd is a guy with mysterious origins.
The reason why Kurd stared at Baron Barton was precisely because of the Book of Sages in his hand. He got the news from a very hidden source, saying that there was something great hidden in Baron Barton's home.
If you obtain this thing, it will definitely bring unimaginable wealth.
So Kurd tried his best to sneak into Baron Barton's home and obtained this treasure amidst heavy guards.
The Book of the Sage.
A book that can speak for itself.
Thriller.
This process took the Kurds nearly two to three years.
Of course, the result was pretty good. At the cost of a little damage, the treasure was obtained.
A book that can speak for itself claims to be a book of sages. You can guess the value of this book without much consideration.
Kurd also dared to conclude that this should be a creation of wizards. Only those mysterious and even awe-inspiring wizards could create such a thing.
Because of this, Kurd could not judge how this book of sages was measured by wealth.
It is really frustrating to obtain a treasure and know that the treasure is of great value but not know the specific value.
"In the current situation, I should recover from my injuries first, and then try to find out the specific price of the Book of Sages, and then sell it. In exchange for wealth, I can get the magic potion. Maybe I can be promoted to a high-level knight in a short time, or even
Yu Grand Knight. Even if you become a high-ranking knight, even if you are a commoner, you are still valuable. If you go to the royal capital, you may be able to become a palace noble, let alone a great knight. If you have the identity of a noble, you don't have to be a thief.
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Kurd planned very calmly.
But amidst the calmness, there is also some excitement.
Common people and nobles, this is like the gap between earth and sky. Kurds aspire to become nobles. If they can be like nobles, they can easily become junior knights and intermediate knights. Then their daily life is to hook up with women and talk about elegance. Who wants to be a thief?
ah.
"Noble!" Kurd's eyes flashed with light. Then Kurd stood up and took off his clothes, took a bath in the creek, took out a piece of civilian clothes from his bag and put it on.
Then he stuffed the Book of Sages into the package. As for the knight's sword, Kurd also wrapped it in layers of cloth so that it looked like a stick before he was satisfied.
After that, Kurd performed another disguise. The disguise was not as magical as the disguise technique. Kurd just trimmed his hair, beard, and eyebrows, and did some more fiddling.
Kurd became a different person.
A middle-aged country man in his mid-thirties who looks a bit smart.
In fact, this is the true face of Kurds, and Kurds who are active outside will undergo a certain degree of disguise, or trim their hair, or put something on their face, or simply dye their hair.
With all the caution, no one was able to discover Kurd's true identity.
"Ahead is Pompeii. I haven't been back for four or five years, right? I really miss it. I remember that when I left last time, the eldest son of the lord, Pompeii Luther, was still a little kid. I heard that he has now become a
Now he is a knight. Hey, nobles are good, they have been educated by elites since childhood. And there is Old Sol, the guy who claims to be brave and good at fighting."
A flash of disdain flashed across Kurd's face. As a family of knight lords, the Pompeii family inherited not a high-level knight's secret book.
Kurd's knight's secret book is definitely no less than that of his opponent.
At the same level, who is stronger and who is weaker depends on the combat experience of one party.
Kurd is a wandering thief and thinks he has much more combat experience than Old Sol. Kurd is not afraid of the two sides facing each other.
On the contrary, the Kurds were somewhat eager to give it a try.
Kurd stood there for a moment, and then headed towards Pompeii Territory. This time he turned to the road and entered the Pompeii Territory southward from the only road at 800.
After crossing this only road, the Kurds came to the border of Pompeii Territory. From here, you can already see acres of farmland and the majestic Pompeii Castle.
But after entering Pompeii Territory, there is another trouble.
Because of the news about the Kurdish thief, the Pompeii family set up a small checkpoint here. A team of guards was guarding it.
The Kurds were intercepted.
"Who are you? What's the purpose of coming to Pompeii?" The guards looked at the Kurds warily, nervously clenching the spears in their hands, and involuntarily exuding a murderous aura from their bodies.
What they have to guard against is the thief Kurd, a lone ranger. And Kurd is currently a lone ranger.
"Hey, isn't this Brother Arnold?" But soon a guard recognized Kurd, waved his hand to let his companions relax, and then came forward to greet him.
"Brother Arnold, it's been four or five years since we last met. How are you doing outside?" The guard smiled and hugged Kurd, then asked.
Arnold.
A free citizen in Pompeii Territory. He left his hometown to seek life outside when he was a teenager. In the past ten years, he rarely returned to Pompeii Territory.
In Pompeii, Arnold also had an older brother, two older sisters, a house passed down by his parents, and a piece of land.
Arnold, a serious Pompeian.
"It's not bad, I can make a living. It's just that I'm a little old, so I miss my hometown a little. I'll take the opportunity this time and come back to Pompeii to see it."
Arnold also said with a smile on his face.
Arnold had a smile on his face, a very ordinary face, but his eyes revealed a little bit of cleverness. It was very suitable for someone who was born in the countryside but worked hard to make a living outside.
He has a lot more experience than the country people.