Beng Tie, the interstellar warlord starting from Yaliluo

"Whew! This medium-rare filet mignon tastes really good! "

Upper Beloberg, in a very domineering mansion. A pot-bellied aristocratic lord stuck out his tongue and licked the remaining gravy on the side of his mouth.

On the first floor, the noble lord was enjoying his meal, but he didn't notice that danger was slowly approaching.

By the window on the second floor

, Sambo and Boris, who had just finished dealing with a group of silver-maned guards, crept through the window and entered, not daring to make a sound, after all, they were here to steal the underwear this time, not to rob it. Although it may be more convenient to rob it.

The two of them turned over and closed the window behind them that was pouring air into the room, and then began to observe the structure of the room.

Luxurious room furnishings, velvet bedding, and beautifully shaped furniture. It's a stark contrast to the ordinary residents of Beloberg outside.

"Obediently, how much money are these noble lords greedy for?"

Looking around at the precious furniture that was worth thousands of Winterfell's shields, Sambo reached out and slowly closed his long chin back.

"Looks like this is really a bunch of bloodsucking worms!"

Looking at the luxurious arrangements around him with the same shocked expression, Boris's eyes flashed with shock and faint disgust.

After all, he had heard more or less about the poor life of ordinary residents in the lower city and the upper part of Beloberg.

If it weren't for the opening of a trade route between the Steel Fortress and Beloberg, a lot of daily necessities such as medicines poured into Beloberg, and the price of these things was successfully reduced, the current situation would have been even worse.

And these aristocratic lords who hold a certain amount of real power have become bloodsuckers with peace of mind by virtue of the heritage that their families have accumulated over the years in Beloberg.

Despite this, there are still many good people among these nobles who are oriented to the people in their hearts. Not all of them will be this disgusting bloodsucker.

According to the news from Sambo's connections, the current great guardian Kokolia also had a desire to rectify the situation of these great nobles sucking the blood of the people when he first came to power.

However, although Cocoria, who had just ascended to the throne at that time, said that he had the greatest power in name, in fact, a lot of power had been divided among these nobles. In addition, Cocoria, who has just ascended to the throne, is not very skilled in some methods.

In the face of these old fritters in officialdom, they are naturally deflated everywhere. In the end, after discovering that there was no way to change the long-standing status quo of Beloberg, he had no choice but to give up this idea.

And Sambo and Boris came to Beloberg this time to steal the pure gold underwear, and the targets were all those aristocratic lords who were powerful.

And the current aristocrat is that he used to have a large number of drugs in circulation, and the price of drugs has been high to make a profit.

Pulling out the two hoods with a rather strong bandit atmosphere, Boris and Sambo glanced at each other. Each saw in each other's eyes a kind of name: for eating, longing.

shook the hood in his hand, and quickly put it on one by one. Putting on their gloves, the two of them went straight through the room looking through boxes and cupboards looking for their money for the month's meal.

"Found it!"

With Sambo's exclamation, Boris's gaze was also shifted.

In a wardrobe of exquisite shapes, of precious materials, with very delicate patterns carved on the top, a set of glittering pure gold clothes that almost blinded the eyes were now quietly staying inside.

"I'll go, it's a whole set!"

Reaching out to cover his eyes, Boris took a deep breath.

Yes! It's the breath of little money! The money for meals these days has been settled!

"Knock knock..."

Because of the emotion, Boris forgot to control his footsteps for a while.

His physique trampled on the wooden floor without any control, and it was impossible to say how loud it was.

At this moment, the aristocratic lord below who was a little sluggish reacted to it. I'm afraid he's not a thief in this house?

The frenzied eating action was slowly listened to.

The middle-aged man had a gloomy expression on his face, and his hand reached into his crotch and pulled it out.

Then he laboriously pulled a watermelon knife from his crotch.

Casually placing the sharp watermelon knife on the table, the middle-aged man reached into the crotch of his pants again and fumbled for a while.

Soon, a musket was pulled out of it.

Holding a sharp watermelon knife in one hand and a musket in the other, the middle-aged man's face was full of confidence.

How dare the little thief make a mistake on his Baron Tarubert's turf! Are you ready to die?

As he walked along, the middle-aged man struggled to move his bloated body and walked as lightly as he could towards the second floor. Although he is 1.7 meters tall, he weighs much taller than Boris, a muscular man who is more than 2 meters tall, and it doesn't make sense to take it lightly.

In the bedroom on the second floor

, he took out the sack and put the pure gold panties stored in the exquisite wardrobe into it, and as the sack mouth was tied tightly, the bright golden light that radiated from the underwear and blinded people's eyes finally disappeared.

"Huh? Brother Boris, why do you only take panties? Isn't there any other pure gold item out there?

Looking at Boris, who was about to retreat directly through the window after taking the pure gold underwear, Sambo, who was standing on the side, asked suspiciously. After all, among these clothes made of pure gold, the pure gold panties were the smallest.

"There is also a way to steal, what the two of us are discussing is only stealing pure gold underwear in exchange for food money, then we will only take the pure gold underwear that is planned to be used to exchange for food money, and we will definitely not touch anything else!"

Sambo, with a serious face, made a big point, and as he spoke, Boris took out another sack and slowly went to the back of the bedroom door.

Looking at Boris, who had half disappeared into the shadows, a look of admiration appeared on Sambo's face.

This Boris brother is really a chivalrous man with a moral bottom line! What a real admiration for my old Sambo!

"By the way, Brother Boris, what are you doing here? We already have the money for our meals, shouldn't we retreat in a hurry?

Although Sambo used a question sentence, you could see from his eyes that had narrowed into a slit that this kid was not very excited.