Son of the Olden Days

Feeling the rough thorny sensation brought by the rope between the neck, Shuggs gradually calmed down. The fear that had gone deep into his bones was inexplicably suppressed because of the impending death.

The most tense moment has actually passed, and now that the situation has broken out, panic is meaningless.

He knows that there is still a link before the chain starts, and the final judgment of the president's fangs has not yet landed.

As a result, Shuggs's consciousness began to rotate rapidly, delusional to find a trace of self-help in this unsolvable situation.

It seems that he has never been so witty in his life until now, but in the end he can only find that in the current closed environment that is surrounded by all sides, he has no chance to escape.

There is not too much regret in his heart, Shuggs is just a little sad, I don't know if the sisters Saul and Cowell can survive this winter safely. But without themselves, their burdens must be easier.

There is no problem with the direction and feasibility of the theft plan, but unfortunately I was wrong from the beginning.

After the winter, the share of food in the guild's supplies is distributed by the president's Fang himself, and then handed over to his subordinates for distribution.

Shuggs has always been cautious and clever, and he is never greedy every time he reaches out his hand.

He instinctively believes that at the level of the president, it is impossible to spend too much energy on trivial things such as food distribution, let alone count the total amount of complicated food every day.

Facts have proved that there is nothing wrong with Shuggs' bold speculation, which is why he has been able to succeed repeatedly with tricks of tricks before. But at this moment he suddenly realized that he was still limited by his vision after all, and seriously underestimated the chairman's emphasis on those foods.

The fact is indeed the case. If you miss a few bean fangs, you will definitely not be able to find it, but if you lose a handful from time to time, it will still shock the careful fang president after all.

In fact, Fang pays more attention to those foods than everyone in the guild imagined.

Because that is not only a necessity for survival, but also means the balance and stability of the guild's more than ten players, and the stability of one's own power.

What's more important is that if the famine is still not alleviated until the beginning of the spring famine, after abandoning everyone, he has to bring enough food to gamble on his luck in the wilderness, and that food has become the last way out.

After discovering that the food was stolen, Fang did not say anything.

He never believed in anyone, so everyone in the guild was suspicious.

After careful observation and screening, the suspicion of the deacon and the vice chairman was first eliminated.

The three giants of the guild gathered together, and the final result of the discussion was that there were roughly two possibilities for the theft.

One is a trick of guarding and stealing by someone or a few people in the guild driven by profit.

The other is much more serious. Perhaps someone inside the guild colluded with people outside, trying to shake the foundation of the thieves’ guild through this incident.

After all, in the old stories of fighting for power and territory, the Thieves Guild has never lacked enemies. If other forces want to take advantage of the chaotic situation, this is undoubtedly a good time to start.

As a result, the three high-levels developed a series of layouts. They concealed all the members of the guild, but secretly assigned the Keg Tier to the wall as an external response.

The position and position of the three in the guild determined that they must participate in the plan at the same time, and pay enough attention to this hunt to ensure that even if the situation is out of control, it will not turn into a riot that subverts the guild.

After the corresponding arrangements are completed, the content of the entire hunting plan is rather simple, just wait.

This grand welcome ceremony of the Big Three at the same time was naturally not prepared for a small role like Shuggs, and his strength was far from worthy.

In fact, before the real prey hits the line, the Fang and the others don't know who will be waiting, how many people will come, and in what way.

The hunt has been going on for three days so far, every morning or afternoon, at a certain time in the afternoon, Keg Tier will be on duty at the door of the storage room from time to time.

If Shuggs had been to the guild in the past few days, he might be able to detect subtle clues from the repetition of such abnormal candidates. It's a pity that he has stayed at the bottom of the well with Saul these days, and now he has no chance.

"Crack."

The oil-soaked wick made a burning and crackling sound, and the patina-covered grid lamp holder was engraved with ancient and weird patterns, and the base was a pocket-sized skeleton that was bent down to make a backpack.

The gaze of the president's fangs slowly moved away from the oil lamp, and finally stayed on Shuggs's face.

"Although you and I have never had specific exchanges, but only a few. I remember that you have been very active among the guild's trainee members."

"It is undeniable that your running in the early days of the famine did bring some contributions to the guild. This is your credit."

After a short pause, the voice of Fang Fang sounded again, setting the final tone for the incident.

"So you won't die, but keep your hands."

At the moment when he heard the voice of Fang Fang, Shuggs showed an expression that seemed to be relieved because he could survive, but he was already in the abyss.

Once the president's final judgment is made, it is almost impossible to change it.

Shuggs seemed to see that his life was heading towards despair, but he was powerless.

For a thief or an ordinary person, losing his hands can actually survive. But since then, the landscape of life has been destined to be sad, and can only bear the scorn or disgust of others, walking in the muddy darkness all day long.

That is the real darkness, the kind of life that has no light from now on.

This is by no means an end that I can bear. It is better to die happily in front of my eyes as I become a waste person who can't take care of himself and drag his surroundings.

What's more, Shuggs knew that even if he lost his hands, he might not be able to leave the guild alive.

They will definitely cut off one of their hands first, and then begin interrogation in the gradual pressure torture.

Once his answer can't get rid of the suspicion of colluding with outsiders and dispel their doubts, even if he doesn't have his hands, he will still be a dead end in the end.

Taking off the rope hanging from Shuggs's neck, the vice president's chain curled his lips secretly. Obviously, the president's decision did not meet his original expectations.

Pulling across an old table, the chain used a rope to fix Shuggs's wrist on one side of the table, and then went back and held Shuggs's shoulder to force his right hand to straighten on the table.

Then the chain pulled out an exquisite hand axe usually used for throwing from the buckle on the side of his leg, and squeezed it in his hand.

This kind of hand axe has a narrow blade, short handle, and is light and easy to carry. It is slightly reluctant to chop hands, but it is enough.

Shuggs was like a broken puppet, motionless at the mercy of others.

Revolt? nonexistent.

He knew very well that any genuine thief in the guild had enough strength to knead himself at will like crushing an ant, not to mention the Big Three in front of him.

The blade of the hand axe was very close to him, coldly pressing.

His face was reflected in the streamer of the metal forged surface, which was a pity that it was blurry, like a life that was about to collapse and fall.

Half-prone on the table, Shuggs raised his head and looked directly at the fangs with some difficulty.

"I have a mother who is a prostitute. She has been with countless different men. I still don't know who my father is."

"Now she is seriously ill, suffering from hunger and cold, and she is going to starve to death."

"But I can't let her die. On the contrary, I have to help her live. I want her to live better than to die, so that I can continue to enjoy the endless suffering of her for the rest of her life."

The tone of Shuggs's narration gradually changed from calm to mad and hoarse howling, his words were full of viciousness and anger, and his face was full of distortions and madness. His eyes were furious, his mouth was smiling, but at the same time tears were streaming down his face.

It's certainly useless to pretend to be crazy, but Shuggs cried very real, at least on the surface there was no flaw.

He didn't say anything stupid such as begging for mercy. At the last minute, Shuggs suddenly said this for three purposes.

The first goal is naturally to magnify one's weakness and sorrow to gain sympathy.

However, Shuggs didn't have much expectation for this. The high-ranking president would definitely not have any compassion for his small role, and this sympathy card would not bring much persuasiveness because of his young age.

In the world of interest, age or miserable life experience never matters.

The second purpose is that Shuggs needs to cryptically point out that his theft is purely for profit, in order to save his mother who is dying of starvation.

This is just a personal act, not a group of people, let alone a long-planned conspiracy to subvert the guild.

This is something that the president and they must ask clearly, but they ask, and they take the initiative to say that a different attitude may slightly affect the decision of the president.

And if you want to win the trust of the three high-levels in front of you, there is a certain degree of artistry in how you speak.

I can't say it bluntly, the best way is to make up a story from the side like this, so that Fang and them feel that they have heard the answer from it.

The third purpose is that if the guild wants to verify whether what it said is true, it can only send people to follow it to see its so-called mother, which is exactly what Shuggs desperately hopes for.

Only by leaving the enclosed environment in front of him and going outside can he have the chance to desperately.

Of course, it's extremely likely that you won't be able to escape in the end, but Shuggs doesn't care anymore.

If you die, everything will stop.

If he escapes by chance, then in the future, whether he will live a life of escape and hide his head and show his tail in another place, or stand on the opposite side of the guild and suffer endless pursuits, then what does it matter? It is good to be alive.

The story of Shuggs did not cause any fluctuations in Fang's expression.

This sounds normal. Everyone has a mother, and even an orphan cannot jump out of the stone.

Leaning his head on the back of the chair, his fangs closed his eyes and fell into a groan. After a while, there was a voice again.

"Right hand."

This is undoubtedly the president's last tolerance.

Shuggs didn't know what touched the fangs in this short instant, but the result of the sudden halving of punishment made him feel that his shaky life might still have a chance to save.

So Shuggs struggled to raise his head again, and said in a more hasty tone: "I..."

"Boom~"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Shuggs was hit with a heavy fist on the side of his face by the chain, his head turned to one side, and blood spattered from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that the chattering little mouse was about to break free from the trap, this was definitely not the result that Chains wanted.

After interrupting Shuggs with his fist, he raised his hand axe with a grim look.

A right hand is also good, as long as the axe is dropped, Shuggs's life will almost come to an end.

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