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Will never thought of himself as a thief.

After all, he never stole from regular folks—only the wealthy, especially the nobles who strolled leisurely through the middle district. In his mind, his actions were simply a form of “robbing the rich to give to the poor.”

Of course, the “poor” he gave to was himself.

Take that couple from earlier, for instance—the ones embracing openly in the middle of the street. Just one look, and he could tell they came from uptown nobility, maybe even the royal family.

Despite their simple clothing, everything about them exuded elegance and poise.

After a decade in the middle district, Will could spot the rich a mile away.

And once again, it looked like the “thief” Will had chosen the right targets.@@novelbin@@

Relying on his knowledge of the city’s layout, Will easily shook off those two clowns. He even heard the man shouting something about “lightning” and “whirlwind”—what a dork!

“He’s probably not even outgrown his teenage phase.”

That was Will’s honest evaluation of the guy who ended up face-first in a pile of cardboard boxes.

Once he was confident they hadn’t followed him, Will ducked into a quiet corner and opened the wallet he’d just swiped.

The sight of all that gold nearly blinded him.

“Whoa, that’s more money than I’d make in twenty years as a warehouse guard!”

He snickered. “See? Told you I didn’t pick the wrong people. This is definitely the blood and sweat of the common folk, wrung out of us by those royals!”