Chapter 425: King of Thieves
“Wait, hold on…” the noble extended his hand, trying to retain Jayad. He wasn’t trying to continue the argument, but rather wondering if he shouldn’t offend the Church and should apologize proactively.
But Jayad ignored him, simply turning and disappearing into the crowd. The Commoners automatically parted to make way for him.
Seeing the noble embarrassed, they actually felt quite good. The noble’s public shouting, firing of a gun, and assault earlier had already stirred dissatisfaction in many hearts.
Although the clergy might not be any better, possibly being beasts in clothing with human hearts, they at least presented themselves more kindly and approachable than the arrogant noble. So, seeing the noble hit a wall, many were quite pleased.
The noble was still bewildered, staring intently at the others, wondering who might have stolen his things, when he suddenly heard his servant shout, “Ah! My money bag! Master’s money bag is gone!”
“What?!” The noble turned to look. He had two attending servants, each carrying a money bag. But one of the money bags had been cut open, and most of the coins had spilled all over the ground. Now, the money bag on the other servant’s waist had also disappeared.
“Bastard! Who is it? Who the hell is it?!” Having been robbed multiple times, the noble was completely driven mad. He pointed his gun at the surrounding people and shouted, “No one leaves! Search everyone!”
Everyone’s brows immediately furrowed. The reason they had stood by during his previous unreasonable behavior was that they treated it as a farce. But now, the noble was shifting his anger to all the onlookers and was threatening to search them. No one could accept that.
“That’s enough, stop it,” a voice said at that moment. Everyone doubtfully looked in the direction of the voice, surprised that someone dared to speak to a noble in such a tone.
“Who?!” The noble also looked. He was currently furious, like a powder keg about to explode. At this critical juncture, someone dare to provoke him? He wanted to see who it was.
As the crowd parted, everyone saw a portly, well-fed man, dressed in an expensive silk robe, wearing four or five jeweled rings on his fingers and gold and jade ornaments around his neck.
Upon seeing him, the noble’s expression immediately changed. He recognized the man. “Mr. Mayit, why are you here?”
The man before him was the owner of this marketplace, the great merchant Mayit. Although he wasn’t a noble, the wealth he possessed was something even a Baron or Viscount wouldn’t dare to underestimate.
“If I don’t come, this situation will be unmanageable. Alright, you all disperse, everything is fine here now,” Mayit said.
“Wait! My golden goblet! And my money!” the noble cried out unwillingly.
“Enough with the embarrassment, my lord. You should have known long ago that the person who stole from you has already left,” Mayit said impatiently.
“Impossible! I was watching the whole time…” the noble still couldn’t believe it, or rather, he refused to believe it.
“That’s enough. You should know, what kind of person can steal from you twice in broad daylight, and also take your servant’s money bag? If they had murderous intent during this time, you would have been lying here dead already,” Mayit stated the facts nonchalantly.
A cold sweat broke out on the noble’s forehead. Mayit wasn’t wrong. Even during the first theft of his pocket watch, a single stab to the heart would have killed him. But he still tried to save face by forcing a smile. “That, that guy wouldn’t dare to kill me, otherwise Cando City would definitely….”
“Wouldn’t dare to kill you? Heh, you’re thinking too much. If you died here, no one would know who did it, just like no one knows who stole from you now. Even if your father is enraged, who would he look for?”
Mayit covered his head. This guy was a typical spoiled rich kid, acting recklessly because his father was the Lord of the City. He liked to show off any treasure he had, loudly mocked any thief he caught, threatened everyone when he was robbed, and instigated trouble everywhere with his little bit of skill, afraid of not stepping on a mine.
The Lord of the City’s son broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this. He thought about it carefully, and it was true. Even if he died, no one would know who the murderer was. And even if they caught someone, he would already be dead.
“Mr. Mayit, please, please help me. Help me get my golden goblet back. I will definitely thank you handsomely!” The Lord of the City’s son lowered his posture and pleaded.
“Sorry, I can’t help you. I don’t know who stole it, and even if I did, I couldn’t manage this,” Mayit refused his request outright.
“You, you’re joking. This is your marketplace. Even the thieves here have some respect for you. If you just ask them, you’ll definitely know who stole it. I won’t pursue anything, I just want to get my golden goblet back, otherwise my father will kill me!” the Lord of the City’s son pleaded.
“You think too highly of me. It’s true the thieves here listen to me, but the person who stole from you is far beyond the scope of these petty thieves or even bandit organizations. If I were to investigate, I might be robbed myself tomorrow.”
“Wait, you mean, impossible! How could I possibly have provoked such a person?!” The Lord of the City’s son looked incredulous.
“That’s right. To dare to openly steal your magical item in my territory, in plain sight, twice, and also steal from your servant – only the King of Thieves could pull this off. Perhaps your words displeased him,” Mayit said.
The King of Thieves, the dream goal for all thieves, a legend in the world of thieves. Unlike other legendary figures, each King of Thieves was anonymous and lived in seclusion; no one knew their real names or true faces.
They appeared and disappeared without a trace. Whether it was a noble’s mansion, a bank vault, a heavily guarded warehouse, or even a Mage’s Magic Tower, the King of Thieves would dare to attempt a theft, succeed, and leave without a sound.
Furthermore, at this level, they usually had standards. They chose items with taste, and the process of stealing had to be challenging and technologically advanced. Many Kings of Thieves would send a notification to the owner before acting, and would leave their unique signature or mark after a successful theft.
Although the Lord of the City’s son was a fool, he had decent strength, possessing the skill level of a regular knight. His intuition and perceptiveness were strong. To achieve such an easy success, it was likely only the King of Thieves who could do it.
The Lord of the City’s son turned pale. He never imagined he would be targeted by the King of Thieves. If it truly was the King of Thieves, even his father would be helpless.
“However, he was probably just teaching you a lesson because he was displeased with your words. Kings of Thieves generally have self-respect and wouldn’t strike again after a successful theft. And he was likely just passing through.”
After hearing Mayit’s words, the Lord of the City’s son was still filled with despair. This was hardly comforting.
