Amongst Thieves の小説・ストーリー

The man was unlucky, when he fell in, he landed shoulder first, the sharp trap was deeply sunk into his shoulder blades and chest, he should have tried to break away from the trap, but it ended up tearing the wound even worse, blood flowing out. The wet dirt mixed with the smell of rust, solidified into a deep black color together with the blood. Mu Zi only looked at it and stopped looking. "He didn't bring a gun, only a dagger in his hand, he shouldn't be here to assassinate you." Mu Zi said. "It's a thief." Murong Cheng said faintly, "There are many gamblers around the Xianghai City area, who lost everything and are not willing to leave, so they stay here to become thieves."

“Were you by chance spice merchants before the plague?” “Yes” said the one driving the cart slowly, “how did you know?” His voice sounded suspicious and I wondered if they had already started robbing the dead. “Oh” I waved a hand noncommittally, “I just assumed with that much knowledge you had to be.” My inner brain was working and making a mental note of the herbs listed to use as a concoction for my mask. These were the four famous thieves, pre-fame, who had been let go and not burned at the stake for their crimes because they had given a judge their recipe that had in turn saved lives. They threw the body on the cart and scrambled back on continuing their trek down the street yelling for

Now, why would someone who stole previously be super hurt being called a thief? It was a guess, but it was worth analyzing, Mantha was not a thief, the fact that one of the guys that was chasing after her on that night said she was his girlfriend proved that there was more to it than just being a homeless orphan. Three wolves running after a human was more, the fact that both parties lied (Mantha and the three guys) proved that both parties were trying to hide something from me. My mind went to the mysterious mark that I had seen on her neck.

I could feel their fear, their respect, their relief that my violence was directed at enemies rather than them. I returned to the throne, accepting a cloth to wipe the worst of the blood from my skin, though I did not bother with a fresh shirt. Let the remaining prisoners see the monster that awaited them. The third group entered while attendants hurried to clear the second batch of remains. Four rogues—three men and one woman—their expressions hollow with the certainty of their fate. "These four were caught separately," Dominic explained, "each attempting to steal from city residents. Repeat offenders, all of them, previously banished from their original packs for similar offenses."

Liam’s POV… “What happened?” I asked one of the guards, who had just woken up, the first to wake up amongst all of the men, and we were able to find the driver, but the car is still missing. “Capo- don’t beg, I don’t need your apology either, you could kit have seen it coming, and fuck, just tell me,” I said cutting him off, and I wanted to be nice at the same time I was angry and I wanted to punish him for being the first to wake up amongst all of them.

Apart from the large metal door that stood opposite me, there was only one other opening in the room—a window close to the ceiling through which a sliver of moonlight filtered in. “The men got to us, didn’t they?” James muttered. “No shit, Sherlock.” He groaned in response. “You have no idea the kind of trouble we’re in right now.” I looked at him. “You know those thugs?” “I know of them. The big guy—the one with the eye patch—goes by the street name Thunder. He and his companions belong to a popular group of thugs that run shady businesses in this part of town. They also work for higher-ranked werewolves, doing little jobs for them.”

He's a thief! I lunged forward, shoving between them. 'Stop! I sense no lie in him.' My voice trembled, but the bond pulled at me, true and fierce. The circle felt alive, stones humming under my feet, the night air charged with their fury. These people—my family—now strangers, their emotions crashing like waves: Thorne's greed, Garrick's confusion, Kael's loyalty torn.

She expertly appraised the contents of the room, taking stock of the treasures on display: Diamond-encrusted necklaces lay beside ancient scrolls, their yellowed parchment crackling with age, a Renaissance-era painting hung adjacent to a Buddhist monastery's intricately carved door and a gold-plated, gemstone-studded sarcophagus dominated the far wall, its lid slightly ajar lay amidst a lot of other treasures that most undisciplined thieves might have a hard time overlooking.

“We don’t have thieves here! It must be you two!” “It’s my first time seeing someone steal things so loudly!” “What a thief! Shameless! Poor yet has no dignity!”

Now that the number one thief had both his legs severed, it was time for them to give up completely. Qin Haodong sent a photo of Great Cracker to Donnie Randall. Soon, the photo appeared on the websites of the underground forums. As expected, this move worked quickly. Half an hour later, the thieves near the Li family's villa all retreated. The entire area became tranquil once again. The top three thieves in the world had all been defeated. This caused the other thieves to completely give up on the idea of stealing. Even though they were good paintings, after all, one's life was still more important.