"What are you holding in your hands?"

"I ...... The bread my mother gave me ......"

"Bring it to me, or you know the consequences!"

As soon as Alan reached the gate of Gul Village, he heard the voices of several children.

Looking at the little dot who was surrounded by several older children, Alan suddenly felt compassion.

He was just about to get closer, but a voice came from the village, "Uncle Rat is out again!

When the children heard Uncle Mouse's name, their eyes lit up, and they didn't care about the little half of the bread in their hands, but rushed towards the village.

Alan walked over to the little dot who was slumped on the ground, his face stained with tears, and stretched out his right hand, trying to help him up.

But who knew that as soon as the little boy saw the bloody mouth, he was so frightened that he almost jumped up, lifted his pants and ran away.

Looking at the back of the little boy who fled into the wilderness, Alan wiped the saliva from the devil's mouth and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

With such a right arm, no matter where you go, you will be treated as a monster.

Looking at the little loaf of bread that the boy had dropped in a panic, Alan bent down, picked it up, and fed it to his horse.

For a while, Alan did not go to the village chief to find out the situation first, he was more interested in the so-called "Uncle Rat".

The place that was originally peaceful and tranquil, but a goblin suddenly appeared, could it have something to do with this Uncle Mouse?

Leading the horse, Alan walked towards the center of the village of Gul.

Before he could get closer, he heard a burst of children's laughter and cheers coming from the center of the village.

"Good!"

"That's amazing!"

"Let it do another somersault!"

Following the commotion, Alan found his target.

In an open space, a table made of white cloth was set up in front of a man.

The man was dressed in brightly colored clothes, and he also wore a big red nose, which, combined with the pale makeup on his face, looked like a clown.

On the table, black rats the size of fists were running around, and in the center of the table, a somewhat rudimentary stage was built out of red cloth.

On this very stage, a large rat dressed in red was standing on it.

With a flick of the man's finger, the big mouse actually did a backflip.

The children who were in a circle around couldn't help but open their mouths wide when they saw this strange scene, and they applauded desperately while cheering loudly.

There were also some adults around who watched the excitement, and they were also a little surprised to see this scene that they had never seen in their lives, and couldn't help but whisper.

"Don't worry, believe it or not, as long as I put my finger in the center, Andy will circle my finger?"

Seeing everyone's enthusiasm, the man's face was full of smiles, and his voice trembled a little with excitement.

"Don't believe it!"

"Hurry up!"

The children's faces were full of anticipation.

The wrinkles on the man's face curled up, and his rough right finger stretched out and placed it in the center of the small stage.

The big rat glanced at the man, then pressed his body against the finger and began to spin.

"Great!"

"It's wonderful!"

These children, who have only been to Greystone Town at the farthest afarthest, have never seen such a magical performance, and it is incredible that rats, who are regarded as ominous things, can act according to people's thoughts.

Looking at this strange scene, Alan subconsciously opened his eyes.

To his surprise, the man's body was pitch black, without any trace of magic, and even the rats that were performing on the table were just ordinary mice.

Touching his chin, Alan patted the shoulder of a man who was watching the show, "Where is the village chief?"

"I don't know you, you are ......"

The man looked at Allen's unfamiliar young face, his face full of vigilance, but when he saw Allen's demonic mouth, his face suddenly turned into disgust.

"That house over there. ”

Pointing to a hut not far away, the man walked away from the place without looking back.

Alan didn't care, and turned and walked towards the hut.

Tying the horse to a nearby stake, he knocked on the door.

"Outsider, what's the matter with you?"

A middle-aged man with a goatee opened the door and stared at Allen intensely.

"I'm a magician, and I've been ordered to investigate. ”

Eren lifted his cloak, revealing his blood-red right arm.

"It's a magician, please come in and speak. ”

After seeing the devil's mouth, the village chief squeezed out a smile on his face, opened the door, and welcomed Alan in.

When Alan walked in, his gaze swept around.

A very ordinary medieval room, with a wooden bed in the corner and a wooden table and chairs on the other side.

"Why are you still stunned, go get some food for the magician!"

The village chief said when he saw his wife staying aside.

His wife quickly turned her head and walked into the kitchen next to her.

"The appearance of those monsters must have been two weeks ago. ”

Inviting Alan to sit on a wooden chair, the village chief sat across from him, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Then again, that strange man also came to the village at that time. ”

"Strange man?"

Alan couldn't help but think of the clown-like man performing in the center of the village.

"It's the man who has been with rats all day long, and his whereabouts are strange, since he came to our village, there have been more rats around, and those rat monsters that are as big as people have also been discovered since that time, Tom next door, was caught by the rat monster when he was doing farm work, and we only found his mutilated corpse later. ”

"Magician, why don't you ...... that man?"

As he spoke, the village chief made a cutting motion with his hand.

"It's legal for you to kill people anyway, plus that man will only be with rats, so he's not a good person......"

Alan shook his head and rejected the village chief, "No, I won't do it without clear evidence." ”

As early as on the way here, Frant informed Alan of some precautions, including the right to kill magicians legally.

Because the duty of a magician is to ensure the stability of society, when a magician faces a threat, even if the target of the killing is an ordinary human who has not become a monster, as long as there is a reasonable reason, it will not be a big problem.

Although magicians don't kill easily, many people choose to keep their distance from magicians because of this.

Hearing Allen's words, the village chief sighed, and at this time, his wife came up with a plate of bread.

"My lord, it's been a hard journey, so let's eat some bread. ”

The village chief still had that smile on his face.

"Nothing strange has happened lately other than that man?"

Alan was not polite, grabbed a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

It's a little stuffy, but it's delicious.

The village chief touched his beard, thought for a moment, nodded and said.

"Yes, I suspect that the appearance of the rat monster has something to do with him. ”

"I see, so let's talk about the pay. ”

Swallowing the last piece of bread, Alan stood up and said.

Report...... Remuneration?

The village chief's smile froze.