Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

I saw his eyes flicker in confusion. I smiled knowing I had best him to his game. He watched me in curiosity as I drew my hands into my suit. The moment I brought out a whip rod he staggered almost tripping to the ground.

"Y-you... H-how did you?" He stuttered and quickly went through his suit. He paused and traced his gaze back at me.

"A fair fight? Really? You didn't think I was smart enough to have caught a guard handing you his whip rod. Why did you think I walked so closely behind you. As you said I have no skill." I admitted flipping the rod In my hand. " Maybe not the one to your taste, but the useless skill I acquired as a poor boy helped me pick pocket your weapon without you noticing.

I had learnt pick pocketing when I was a little boy. After my parents death. Being left with a weak old man to cater for me and Hailey, we set out to aid more hands to the table. So we went everywhere we could, stealing things from people which we resold
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