The great thief Kurd, a man with a very mysterious origin.

In the entire province, no one knew Kurd's origins. This thief seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, and when he first appeared, he showed the strength of a junior knight.

Kurd once followed a bandit gang and roamed the province. After that, the bandit gang was defeated by official forces, and Kurd became a lone ranger. In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed.

In the past ten years, Kurd has done a lot of things. He even personally slaughtered a knight family, and the bloodline of the main family of this knight family was cut off.

His reputation spread throughout the province.

The nobles were furious and tried their best to organize people to hunt down the thief Kurd, but to no avail.

The great thief Kurd is a thief in the dark and a fierce bandit with the strength of an intermediate knight.

For so many years, no one knows why Kurds came. But the public has some speculations, and they guess that Kurds should be of civilian origin.

If Kurd was born into a noble family, even if he was a junior knight, he would definitely be able to find some decent security work and would not become a thief.

In fact, this speculation is of no use, because the big thieves who are now running rampant throughout the province are basically of commoner origin.

Except for some freaks.

All in all, Kurd is a guy with a mysterious origin.

The reason why Kurd was staring at Baron Barton was because of the Sage's Book in his hand. He got the news from a very secret source, saying that Baron Barton's home had something extraordinary hidden.

If you get this thing, it will definitely bring you unimaginable wealth.

So Kurd went to great lengths and tried every possible means to sneak into Baron Patton's house and obtained the treasure amidst heavy guards.

The Book of Sages.

A book that speaks for itself.

Thriller.

This process took the Kurds nearly two or three years.

The result was of course acceptable. With a little injury, I got the treasure.

A book that speaks for itself, calling itself a book of sages. Without much consideration, one can guess the value of this book.

Kurd even dared to conclude that this must be the creation of wizards. Only those mysterious and even awe-inspiring wizards could create such a thing.

Because of this, Kurd could not determine how this book of sages measured wealth.

It is really frustrating to obtain a treasure and know that it is of great value, but not know its specific value.

"Under the current circumstances, I should heal my wounds first. Then, I should find out the exact price of the Sage's Book and then sell it. In exchange for wealth, I can obtain potions. Maybe I can be promoted to a senior knight or even a great knight in a short period of time. Even if I become a senior knight, even if I am a commoner, I am still valuable. If I go to the capital, I might be able to become a court noble, not to mention a great knight. If I have the status of a noble, I don't have to be a thief."

Kurd planned very calmly.

But amidst the calmness, there was also a little bit of blood boiling.

Commoners and nobles, this is like the difference between earth and heaven. Kurds aspire to become nobles. If they can become junior knights and intermediate knights smoothly like nobles, then their daily routine is to flirt with women and talk about elegance. Who would want to be a thief?

"Noble!" Kurd's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, then Kurd stood up, took off his clothes, took a bath in the stream, took out a piece of civilian clothes from his bag and put them on.

Then he stuffed the Sage's Book into the package. As for the knight's sword, Kurd also wrapped it with layers of cloth. Only after it looked like a stick was he satisfied.

The Kurds became someone else.

A middle-aged country man in his mid-thirties who looked a bit smart.

In fact, this is the true appearance of the Kurds. Kurds who are active outside will undergo a certain degree of disguise, such as trimming their hair, sticking something on their faces, or simply dyeing their hair.

Because of the caution he had been using, no one could discover Kurd's true identity.

"Pompeii is ahead. I haven't been back for four or five years. I really miss it. I remember the last time I left, the eldest son of the lord, Pompeii Luther, was still a little kid. I heard that he has become a knight now. Hey, nobles are good, they receive elite education since childhood. And there's old Thor, the guy who claims to be brave and good at fighting."

Kurd's face flashed with disdain. As a family of knight lords, the Pompeii family's inherited knight secret book was not of high quality.

The Knight's Secret Book on Kurd's body is definitely not inferior to the other party's.

When they are at the same level, who is stronger or weaker depends on one side's combat experience.

Kurd is a wandering thief who thinks he has much more combat experience than Old Thor. When the two sides confront each other, Kurd is not afraid.

The Kurds, on the other hand, are eager to try.

Kurd stood there for a moment, then headed towards Pompeii Territory. This time he turned to the road, and entered Pompeii Territory from the south along the only road.

After crossing this only road, Kurd arrived at the border of Pompeii Territory. Looking from here, he could see vast tracts of farmland and the towering Pompeii Castle.

However, after entering Pompeii Territory, there is still a problem.

Because of the news about the great thief Kurd, the Pompey family set up a small checkpoint at this place, and a team of guards was guarding it.

The Kurds were stopped.

"Who are you? What is your purpose in coming to Pompeii?" The guards looked at Kurd vigilantly, nervously clenching their spears, and exuding a murderous aura involuntarily.

What they have to guard against is the great 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, asked his companions to relax, and then went to meet him.

"Brother Arnold, it's been four or five years since we last met. Are you doing well out there?" The guard asked, smiling and hugging Kurd.

Arnold.

A freeman in Pompeii, who left his hometown when he was a teenager to make a living outside. In the past ten years, he has rarely returned to Pompeii.

In Pompeii, Arnold has an older brother, two older sisters, a house passed down from his parents, and a piece of land.

Arnold, a serious Pompeian.

"It's OK. I can make a living. But I'm getting a little old, and I miss my hometown. This time I took the opportunity to come back to Pompeii to have a look."

Arnold also said with a smile on his face.

Arnold had a smile on his face, a very ordinary face, but his eyes were a little clever, which was consistent with his identity of being born in the countryside but making a living outside.

I have much more experience than the country people.

(End of this chapter)