The Happy Life of the Abandoned Prince

In Mouse Street, there is a well-known little thief leader named Cripple, who raises a group of little dolls as pickpockets, belonging to the bottom of this dark world who is also cast aside.As for his real name, which has been forgotten by everyone, the lame man was an excellent stalker when he was young. He completed lurking, assassination and retreating together. In the middle, the cripple was ambushed and ran back after narrowly escaped death.

So that excellent assassin lost his reputation, strength, and wealth, even his name and code name, and became a cripple on Mouse Street, a rogue leader who raised a child as a thief.

He was drinking cheap spirits that day, and the old wound on his right leg was aching under the influence of alcohol. He liked this kind of psychedelic half-drunk and half-awake, and he liked the pain all over his body to be awakened by alcohol, because in this kind of Under the hazy effect, he had the illusion that he had recovered his previous strength.It's like going back to an age when young and powerful and omnipotent.At that time, it was such a relaxing and pleasant thing to let go of all feelings lurking like a stone and cut the target's throat silently.

He put the bottle on top of a dirty box that the slovenly cripple used as furniture.The sunlight on Mouse Street is about to disappear, those little mice should be back soon, the dark world at night is not something these dolls can blend in with.As for the profits of those little devils, they must be handed over. If anyone has no harvest, they will be hanged and beaten. Those who dare to hide their selfishness will not be allowed to eat for three days.

The corners of his mouth are split, and the ugly scars make his smile look quite scary. Yes, beating these poor little bastards is the second thing that makes him happy. Anyway, on this mouse street, except for No one but the lame can shelter them.

The basement door opened with a creak, and a foot slowly appeared in his sight. The cripple was surprised to find that the visitor was a stranger. Good reincarnation, if you don’t believe me, look up and see who the heavens will spare!”

It's the enemy!The lame man put his right hand on his waist and quietly held a sharp dagger. No one knew that the lame man's kung fu had not stopped. As long as the other party underestimated him as a disabled person, he would be greeted by a blocked throat.

"This is the poem number of Thunderbolt, you must not understand the cripple." The visitor was a young man with a smile on his face, but the cripple was frightened by this gentle smile. He knew very well that this smile was played by the strong. The contemptuous, cruel expression of the prey.His right hand holding the dagger was trembling uncontrollably.The Cripple knew that if he drew his weapon, there was not even the slightest chance of victory.

"Ha, you're so well-behaved, am I ashamed to kill you?" Connor sat helplessly on the steps. This dark basement was too dirty, and he didn't want to sit on those old boxes. Who knows if these guys would Spit on it, and the cripple he was questioning was hanging upside down in the middle of the room, honestly like a koala.A group of children obediently knelt and sat in a circle around the lame man, waiting for Connor to deal with him.

"Don't show such a fearful expression!" Our protagonist said angrily, but before the words fell, the children closed their eyes in horror, waiting for the imaginary punching and kicking.Connor hesitated to speak, and had to sit down again after standing halfway.

"As long as you do things for me, I'll let you go." Before Connor finished speaking, everyone's eyes lit up, including the cripple. That's right, as long as they are still useful, they won't die. This is the survival of Mouse Street. rule.

"Now I ask, you answer, if you know, say you know, if you don't know, say you don't know, it doesn't matter if you don't know, if someone lies to me, then..." Connor wanted to say a few harsh words, but found that he was too corrupted The glorious image of lawful kindness disappeared, so he had no choice but to swallow the second half of his words resentfully.

But the children and the cripple didn't know. They didn't know what Connor really meant, and they thought they would be treated in a cruel and unspeakable way.

"That's good, I'll ask a few questions first. First, what is the son of the curse?" Connor asked, pointing at the children's animal ears.

The cripples and the children were stunned. They didn't expect to ask such a question. The cripple thought about it and answered honestly, "Are you asking these little bastards?"

Connor frowned when he heard the word scum, he didn't expect that even a lame man would have such a bad impression of these beast-eared children, and the little thieves didn't respond to such insults.

"Tell me about it in detail." Connor sighed weakly.

The story of the cripple is very simple. The sons of the curse are the hybrids of the troops under the command of the Demon King's army and humans. These children left behind by the war have some special advantages in physical fitness, and occasionally some outstanding people have some special abilities.Of course, these poor children are subject to discrimination and persecution from birth.

Connor is not so compassionate. After all, it is a game of heroes saving the world. Although the backgrounds of these children are pitiful, for our protagonist, the first reaction is that this kind of plot is too common.After expressing his sympathy, he asked himself a very worried question.

"Is there any news on Rat Street about the recent assassination of Count Ugubé Shah?"

The cripple said a word, and Connor stood up angrily, wishing he could draw out the Starlight Sword and slap him in the mouth. The cripple said, "My lord, how much are you going to spend?"

If I have money, I will touch your little den of thieves!If it weren't for seeing you honestly, you would have stripped your bags long ago.

Speaking of being a cripple is full of grievances, what does he know as a little thief who has to rely on exploiting children?What little money he had was invested in bad wine.As for the major events of the nobles of the royal capital?It's really not as important as the infighting among the bosses of Mouse Street.

"My lord, this is the underground world of the royal capital, and everything costs money!" The crippled man's expression was the same as that of a loyal minister.

Whether it's the Thieves Guild, the Magic Workshop, the Adventurers' Guild, the Brotherhood in charge of Wangdu Wharf, or the Masons' Guild in charge of migrant workers, they all have their own channels, but in the end they all ask for a little money.After all, no one's intelligence comes in vain.So it's back to square one, no money.

"I said little lame." Connor's voice was a little hoarse, and this little lame uttered, and the cripple who was over forty years old was so frightened that his hairs stood up. He braced himself and listened to Connor's continued: "What do you have here? You can kill a guy who is extremely evil but has a lot of money, even if he has a grudge against you."

Connor turned his face expressionlessly. The lame man who was hanging upside down felt a warm current flow to his chin following the law of universal gravitation. He found painfully that he was really scared to pee.