The Extraordinary Earl

The great thief Kurd, a man with a very mysterious origin.

In the entire province, no one knows the origin of Kurd. This great thief seemed to have appeared out of thin air. When he first appeared, he showed the strength of a junior knight.

Kurd once followed a certain bandit group and traveled across the province. After that bandit group was defeated by official forces, the great thief Kurd became a lone ranger, and in a blink of an eye, it has been more than ten years.

In the past ten years, Kurd has done a lot of things. There was even one time when he personally slaughtered a knight leader family, and the bloodline of the main family of this knight leader family was cut off.

He was famous throughout the province.

The nobles were furious and tried their best to organize people to hunt down the great thief Kurd, but nothing was found.

The great thief Kurd, a thief in the dark, a fierce bandit with the strength of an intermediate knight.

For so many years, no one still knew the purpose of Kurd's coming. But the public also had some speculations. They speculated that Kurd should be a civilian.

If Kurd was born into a noble family, even if he was a junior knight, he would definitely be able to find some decent security work and not become a thief.

In fact, this speculation has no effect, because the big thieves who are now running rampant throughout the province are basically civilians.

Except for some freaks.

In short, Kurd is a guy with a mysterious origin.

And the reason why Kurd stared at Baron Barton was because of the Sage's Book in his hand. He got the news from a very hidden source that Baron Baron's home was hiding something extraordinary.

If you get this thing, it will definitely bring unimaginable wealth.

So Kurd tried his best to sneak into Baron Baron's home and obtained this treasure under heavy guard.

Sage's Book.

A book that can speak for itself.

Thrilling.

This process took Kurd nearly two or three years.

The result was of course acceptable. He paid a little injury and got the treasure.

A book that can speak for itself, claiming to be the Sage's Book. Without much consideration, you can guess the value of this book.

Kurd dared to conclude that this should be the creation of wizards. Only those mysterious and even awe-inspiring wizards can create such things.

Because of this, Kurd could not judge how to measure this sage's book with wealth.

It is too aggrieved to get a treasure and know that the treasure has great value, but not know the specific value.

"In the current situation, I should heal my wounds first. Then find out the specific price of the sage's book and then sell it. In exchange for wealth and potions. Maybe I can be promoted to a senior knight or even a great knight in a short time. Even if I become a senior knight, even if I am a civilian, I am valuable. If I go to the capital, I may be able to get the status of a court noble, not to mention a great knight. If I have the status of a noble, I don't have to be a thief."

Kurd planned very calmly.

But in the calmness, there was also a little blood surging.

Civilians, nobles, this is like the difference between earth and sky. Kurd longed to become a nobleman. If he could become a junior knight and an intermediate knight smoothly like a nobleman, and then his daily life would be to flirt with women and talk about elegance. Who would want to be a thief?

"Noble!" Kurd's eyes flashed, and then Kurd got up and took off his clothes, took a bath in the stream, took out a civilian's clothes from his bag and put them on.

Then he stuffed the Sage's Book into the bag, and as for the knight's sword, Kurd also wrapped it with layers of cloth. After it looked like a stick, he was satisfied.

After that, Kurd changed his appearance again. The change was not as magical as the disguise technique. Kurd just trimmed his hair, beard, eyebrows, and tossed it for a while.

Kurd became another person.

A middle-aged country man in his thirties, who looked a little clever.

In fact, this is Kurd's true appearance. Kurds who are active outside will go through a certain degree of change, or trim their hair, or stick something on their faces, or simply dye their hair.

Because of his carefulness, no one could find out Kurd's true identity.

"Pompeii is ahead. I haven't been back for four or five years, right? I really miss it. I remember when I left last time, Pompeii Luther, the eldest son of the lord's family, was still a little kid. I heard that he has become a knight now. Hey, nobles are good, they have received elite education since childhood. And there is Old Sol, the guy who claims to be brave and good at fighting."

Kurd's face flashed with disdain. As a family of knight lords, the Pompeii family's inherited knight secret book is not high-level.

Kurd's knight secret book is definitely not inferior to the other party.

Under the same level, who is stronger and who is weaker depends on the combat experience of one side.

Kurd is a wandering thief who thinks that his combat experience is much higher than Old Sol. When the two sides confront each other, Kurd is not afraid.

Kurd is eager to try.

Kurd stood for a moment, then went to Pompeii. This time he turned to the road and entered Pompeii Territory from the south along the only road.

After crossing this only road, Kurd arrived at the border of Pompeii Territory. From here, he could already see the farmland and the towering Pompeii Castle.

However, after entering Pompeii, there was another trouble.

Because of the news of the great thief Kurd, the Pompeii family set up a small checkpoint in this place. A team of guards was guarding it.

Kurd was intercepted.

"Who are you? What is your purpose in coming to Pompeii?" The guards looked at Kurd vigilantly, nervously holding the spears in their hands, and exuding a murderous aura involuntarily.

What they had to guard against was the great thief Kurd, a lone ranger. And Kurd is currently a lone ranger.

"Hey, isn't this Brother Arnold?" But soon a guard recognized Kurd, waved his hand, asked his companions to relax, and then greeted him.

"Brother Arnold, it's been four or five years since we last met. Are you doing well outside?" The guard smiled and hugged Kurd, then asked.

Arnold.

A free man in Pompeii, who left his hometown in his teens to make a living outside. In the past ten years, he rarely returned to Pompeii.

In Pompeii, Arnold has an elder brother, two elder sisters, a house and a piece of land passed down by his parents.

Arnold is a real Pompeian.

"It's OK, I can make a living. But I'm a little old, and I miss my hometown. This time I took the opportunity to come back to Pompeii."

Arnold also said with a smile on his face.

Arnold's face was full of smiles, a very ordinary face, but his eyes were a little clever. It fits the identity of being born in the countryside, but making a living outside.

He has much more experience than the country people.