Thief Mage

In a beautiful maple forest, the morning sun shone through the dense foliage, casting a slanting shadow on the ground. The light rain from last night still swirled around the branches, creating a sea of ​​fiery red leaves, and the raindrops on the leaves sparkled with a shimmering, translucent light. A sea of ​​maple leaves danced in the air, fluttering and finally settling gently on the ground, forming a light, not-too-thick layer. In an instant, it looked like a red carpet covering the ground. I walked briskly, the bright red leaves rustling under my feet. The morning air was damn fresh, refreshing the breath. In a novel, such a beautiful scene would have featured a handsome, elegant, and distinguished wandering swordsman with flowing hair. But instead, it was me, a thief. While I possessed most of the above qualities, at least the first one—the long, flowing hair—was already there. Don't you believe it? Isn't hair that hasn't been bothered to get a cut in two years considered long? It's just that it's a bit dull and tangled after months of not washing. Speaking of airy! Actually, I can't help but feel airy. Even without wind, I don't think my hair would fall. From a distance, my appearance does appear a bit shabby, but a closer look will dispel that perception. I'm not as shabby as you might imagine, just a bit shabbier. I think this kind of image and temperament is rare in the world! Isn't it considered extraordinary? "If you can't even sweep your own room, how can you sweep the world?" This is a famous saying that educators have always advocated. But I've never seen an old woman who has spent her life sweeping the streets achieve the world, so I've decided to scorn it. But there's another saying from philosophers that I find quite true: "Those who accomplish great things should not be content with trivial matters!" I like this saying, and I choose it. The saying "Those who accomplish great things should not be content with trivial matters" should also apply to life, so I often use this saying to comfort myself. Although my form doesn't quite fit the scenery, no one has the power to stop the author from including me here. I continue wandering through this maple forest. My destination is unknown to me, and no one knows. Only the pigs know. Walking alone for so long can get boring! And I'm a man, and a virgin at that. A sense of melancholy washed over me, and with it, my mood darkened. In boredom, I occasionally lifted the cloth bag I was carrying, and a metallic clang echoed from within. For many years of wandering, my only companion was this large, standard-issue black bag. As a thief, carrying a large bag is essential to my image, just like a toilet repairman must carry a defecate, or the author typing every night in a three-piece pantyhose—it's essential. Inside the bag, I carried all my belongings: a pipe and a bowl so large it could be called a basin! These were the only things I carried, but they were all for travel convenience, because carrying more would increase the chance of being caught. I would never give that kind of opportunity to those people, because if they succeeded just once, my life would be over. So, if I could do without my pants, I'd consider leaving them behind! In fact, I did just that; otherwise, why wouldn't I wear underwear? The wind blew against my face, carrying maple leaves. Occasionally, one brushed against my face, and I felt the roughness of the leaves and the dew on them. Afterward, a trace of water was left on my face, and the wind blew a cool sensation across my wet skin. I couldn't help but reach out and wipe it away again. As I walked, I kept brushing off fallen maple leaves. I looked up, my eyes half-closed. The sun, barely rising above the trees, was already a bit glaring. I walked aimlessly, not knowing how long I'd walked when I caught sight of a glimmer of water filtering through the gaps between the maple trees not far away. Oh? It seemed like there was a stream ahead. Thinking of the cool water, my gloomy mood lifted a little. Hehe! It looked like I could finally enjoy it. With joy, I quickened my pace. The shimmering water gradually became clearer, and as I got closer, its scope widened. It seemed this wasn't just a stream! Curious, I walked forward, and as I drew closer, the outline of an immense, emerald lake gradually took shape. My spirits instantly soared. I grinned, shrugged the large black bag on my shoulders, and trotted forward excitedly. Finally, I emerged from the maple forest. Wow! So huge! Such a beautiful lake! I couldn't help but sigh in awe. I've traveled extensively over the years, but seeing such a stunning sight is truly rare. Compared to some obscure scenic spots, this one was a thousand times better. For example, in the capital of the Ottoman Empire, there's a scenic spot called Demonic Tiger Peak! Demonic Tiger? Damn! It looks like dog poop! Perhaps its value lies simply in its location in a densely populated area. Standing on a millstone-sized bluestone at the lake's edge, I gazed out, the entire lake taking in its entirety. A tranquil and peaceful scene pervaded the landscape. The clear, jade-green waters, gently rippled by the gentle breeze, reflected in the vibrant red maple leaves, gently swaying with the waves. From time to time, the clear, melodious chirps of birds echoed from the maple forest, adding to the otherworldly beauty of this mortal realm. The lake's location is truly classic, perfectly situated on a mountaintop. The lake, nestled against the backdrop of the maple forest, stands out even more. It's breathtakingly beautiful. I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion at this breathtaking view. It's a true masterpiece of nature, a true work of art. Admiring this work of art, I felt a surge of joy. Instantly, I reached for my dick... Oh! It feels so good to pee! I shuddered.