The little thief staggered two steps forward before stopping, even raising his hand to stop Ed as he tried to get closer. The moonlight shone on his pale face, as if it could penetrate his thin body.

Ed's gaze subconsciously fell to the ground - fortunately, he had a shadow.

He had never seen Nia so weak. Even if you're covered in scars...... Or become a demon, Nia Meyer has always been alive and well in his memory, but now like a plant starved of water, struggling half-dead on the brink of withering, even desperate to be saved by a heavy rain.

“...... Are you alright?" he lowered his voice involuntarily.

"What are you doing here?" Nia, staring at him, not as she used to be, always making a few jokes in any situation before getting to the point, straight and blunt.

"Ankeland...... I told you he was a more formidable enemy than a brainless dragon, but do you still count on his 'help'? just because of his elven face?" he roared back before Ed could speak, his low voice stern and furious.

"I don't expect anybody," said Ede, in a calm tone, "just to know more." ”

Nia opened her mouth and slammed it shut, so fast that Ed feared he would bite his tongue. Then he burst out laughing, as dry as a crumpled dead leaf.

"Of course...... Of course. "After all, even if I told you everything I could say or not, I wouldn't help you—what do I know? I don't know anything." I was thrown out and thrown in front of you like a rabbit thrown at the feet of a soft-hearted hunter, and it would be nice if I could stop you for a while, but if I couldn't, I would have nothing to lose...... Anyway, it's just a rabbit. ”

He laughed hissedly, and Ed's heart was beating to hear it...... I couldn't help but feel heartache.

He had never seen such a Nia.

A few months ago, at the bottom of the three-storied tower, the thief who had turned into a demon for the first time before his eyes had indeed failed to tell him much. He remembered the countless "transformations" he had experienced, but he could still speak of those painful experiences vividly and ridiculously, and he was released from hell without being given any important task, because no one of his former companions was stupid, and no one could fully trust him anymore...... The only thing he knew for sure was what Ed had seen, the wall of nothingness was crumbling, and the demons who bore the brunt of it were naturally unwilling to sit idly by. They may help Blazing Wing, or they may have other plans, but since more souls are needed to fill the cracks in the Wall of Nothingness, chaos and carnage must be what they want...... And there is no need for him to warn about this.

From crawling back into this world, the little thief has been bouncing around with all his might, trying to make himself a little more weighty, trying to have more power to change more things. At that time, even after a never-ending fight with Scott, exposing his ugliest and unbearable side, he still had the confidence that he could always change something, even if he had a shackle around his neck.

However, he seemed to have lost that self-confidence the last time he appeared, and now it was more like he had given up completely—not just the people he wanted to protect, but also himself.

Ed cautiously approached, even crouching down defenselessly, allowing Nia to look down on him instead of being looked down upon by him. Nia's eyes turned stiffly down with his movements, bloodshot and red, but not at all like a rabbit, but like an exhausted, cornered beast, with a faint madness.

Instead, Ed was a little relieved. Crazy...... Is it also a kind of vitality?

"But, Niya. He whispered, "Rabbits can bite too." ”

Nia glared at him with strange eyes, the corners of her mouth curving wider and wider, a little creepy.

“...... Yes. He said, raising his hand and rubbing the young man's gray hair a few times, then turned and walked away.

Ed crouched there, silent. He didn't quite understand why Nia was there...... Do you need a little comfort?

He couldn't have followed him all the time. So...... Was he staying around? Was he trying to hint at him something?

He stood up and walked out again, thinking for a long time without thinking of a result. Then, something hit him in the back.

When he turned around, he thought Nia had run back again. The skinny figure was somewhat similar, but Nia didn't have a wrinkled, old face.

“...... Kuntz?" he exclaimed tentatively.

Charrell Kuntz, a friend of Joey Sr., suspected that Lydia had tricked his son into a secret passage beneath Fort Lock, which led to his son being beheaded by Gard Carlos, and had been stubbornly staring at the female mage, even if it had been a long time since she had been found, and there was no useful information at all - Ankeland's magic was not something that ordinary people could see. Even if he approached the garden, he would only go around it unconsciously.

Ed couldn't think of anyone else wandering around here but him.

The old man did not deny it, nor did he admit it, but with a blank face, another small stone popped out, this time smashing into his chest. Although it is not lethal, it hurts a lot.

Ed looked down and touched it, and then raised his head, confused, inexplicable.

He doesn't seem to have offended this person, right?

"Charrell Kuntz?" he had to confirm again, "Old Joey...... Your friends are worried about you. ”

This good-natured young man seemed frank and sincere. The old man glanced at him from head to toe a few more times, and his gloomy eyes flashed with disgust.

"Ed Singh. "It was as if he had finally confirmed his identity, but he wasn't happy about it," he said...... Do you know where that woman is?"

Ed hesitated for a moment - of course he couldn't take him to Lydia!

The old man sneered, and did not make any demands that embarrassed him, but only hooked his fingers at him.

"Since you're here," he said, "bring me a letter." ”

But he didn't give him any "letter", but squatted down, put on a pair of gloves with sharp claws, and began to dig on the spot, like a rabbit.

“...... Do you want to help?" Ed had to crouch down as well, not knowing what to do.

The old man rolled his eyes impatiently...... Then he rolled his eyes again, and his eyes were fixed on his waist.

“...... If you've got something good hidden in your bag," he said, "you'd better see if it's still there." ”

Ed was stunned for a moment before he reacted, and his face turned pale as he reached for his pocket, which was still hanging from his belt, as was the dice......

He pulled out the dice and looked at it again and again in disbelief, his pale face starting to turn blue.

That's a magic die too...... But not his dice!