The character of the thief 1
The first time the thief struggled to climb through the windowsill into the princess's bedchamber
The first time the thief struggled to climb through the windowsill into the princess's bedchamber, it was the middle of the night when everyone was asleep. He had thought that the princess was also asleep. He didn't expect the princess to be a night owl, and a very strong one at that. Able to casually flip over the other side with a single punch, without any effort. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The young thief was beaten almost a breath of air, quickly shouted to stop, "This is my first internship, business is not skilled, only to disturb your rest, Your Highness, next time will not be!" "You thief is very confident well." The beautiful princess's fists were clacking, "How dare you have next time? The thief ducked back with a bitter face and confessed, "The recent floods have caused too many victims outside the city to count, so stealing from you just once would not be enough to save their lives." Heh, this thief is really honest and righteous. Moreover, he was also very handsome. The princess froze - of course it had nothing to do with the fact that the other party was so good-looking, but rather that she had never heard of such a thing as a calamity outside the kingdom. She put down her fist and sat down to listen to the thief's tragic account of the displaced victims, and gradually, her eyes reddened. "How could this happen." The princess wiped the tears from her eyes, "Don't the officials provide relief to them?" "I heard that the king of this country is a penny-pinching miser who only cares about enriching himself and doesn't care about the civilians." The thief spat, and immediately shrank back into a ball and looked at the princess nervously, "Don't do it, I didn't mean to spit on your uncle." "Haha, never mind, I also disown that ghost relative who killed my father and took away the throne, and pretended to be a good person to keep me here." The princess laughed brightly, stood up with her dress, walked around the room and rummaged through the cupboards. Then she handed a handful of gold, silver and jade to the thief: "This is all I have of value here, you can take it." On the contrary, the thief is a little hesitant: "This ...... is not good, right? I'm a thief with integrity, it's a loss of character for a thief to get something for nothing." The princess rolled her eyes and shoved something into the other's arms: "But modesty won't save the victims who are dying of hunger." As the thief tried to climb out of the ledge with the night's heavy booty on his back, the princess called out to him, "Are you coming back tomorrow night to steal? There is still my previous stock hidden elsewhere in the palace, and I should be able to get some money for it." "It depends." The thief shrugged, "I just took over this job, and I don't work every day." "Huh?" The princess stared at his clumsy appearance as he tried to climb up the windowsill and couldn't quite make it, and laughed dumbly, "Can you be a thief and have a little professionalism?" "I can't help it, I'm usually really busy." The thief finally dragged the heavy trophy on the windowsill, turned back towards the princess and smiled, "secretly tell you, in fact, this job I only part-time to come." After saying that, the thief jumped out in style. The princess seems to have heard the sound of something heavy hitting the ground and someone crying out in pain. But this is not important. What is important is that the part-time thief did come to the princess quite a few times afterwards in his "busy schedule". The valuable objects in the princess's bedchamber were a little bit empty, but there was more laughter to fill up the empty bedchamber.
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