Chapter 19 Killing Thieves Late at Night (Page 1/2)

No one can tell when this robber's den in the southern forest appeared. No

one really cares whether it was premeditated or it should have been.

Similar things are really too common in this world ruled by nobles.

Workers in the city, beggars in the slums, farmers in remote areas, no matter who you are, no matter if you are sick or poor, you need to pay taxes to the nobles.

The tax officials don't care what difficulties you have, whether you can eat, or even whether you can survive.

As long as you dare not pay taxes, what awaits you is jail and torture. You will be deprived of your normal identity and suffer inhumane abuse.

People who can't survive have no other choice. They are forced to flee the town controlled by the nobles, abandon their families, throw away the farm tools in their hands, hide their identities, and live a completely different life.

So, the profession of robber was born.

This is a free profession. You don't need to pay taxes. You make a living with your weapons. You seek wealth and honor in danger, and you leave life and death to fate.

As the leader of the bandits in the southern forest, Gold Tooth Klein is such a person.

He was originally a farmer, with a big-butt wife and an obedient son, and his life was pretty good.

Unfortunately, the harvest was not good in the past few years, and the crops in the field were eaten by insects. He had no money to pay taxes, so the tax officer arrested him and put him in jail and worked as a hard laborer for three years.

When he was finally released alive, he found that his wife had become a prostitute and was sick all over, and his son had died of illness long ago. The worst thing was that he still had to pay taxes.

There was no way, Gold Tooth Klein picked up the axe used to chop wood at home, killed the tax collector, robbed his property, escaped from the town, and became a bandit.

At first, he was nervous, afraid that the nobles would send soldiers to arrest him, so he was always worried every day, always hiding in the forest, sleeping in the open.

But he soon found out that he was overthinking. The nobles were too lazy to care about him as a pariah. No soldiers went out of the city to arrest him, and there was not even a wanted notice.

So, Gold Tooth Klein immediately found that being a bandit seemed to be a good life.

No longer had to pay taxes, no longer had to be despised and oppressed by the rich and nobles, he could do whatever he wanted, and people who saw him would show fear and beg for mercy.

He enjoyed this unique treatment very much, and began to learn to rob pedestrians on the road, rob merchants, and gather like-minded companions to do big business together.

Soon he lived a happy life of robbing others, killing people and robbing goods, drinking and eating meat.

Now more than half a year has passed, and his team has expanded to more than 20 people. They left the city where they were originally and came to a border town with weaker defense.

They even built their own bandit base in the forest relying on the abandoned elf ruins.

Gold Tooth Klein fantasized that this good life could last for a few more years, but he didn't expect that on such an ordinary night, a bad star would target their heads.

After the night fell, the bandit stronghold in the forest also fell into silence. Except for the two bandits who were responsible for lookout, the rest of the members fell asleep.

The campfire flickered at night, the shadows between the trees swayed left and right, and the howling of wild wolves could be heard from time to time in the forest, but this movement did not affect the bandits' sleep at all.

The two bandits in charge of night watch just held their weapons and guarded the only way to enter the stronghold. They didn't notice that a nimble figure had climbed over the wall and came behind them.

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