Old Tom was excited.

The wizard's had to be very useful—he seemed to have a burning courage rising from his belly and pouring into his heart after drinking the medicine.

Taking advantage of this courage, Old Tom did not hesitate to beat Justin.

"That's a professional! I beat him while condemning his crimes, and he didn't dare to fight back, his eyes were full of tears, and he kept asking me why I had beaten him - aha, what a joy! ”

When Tom said this, he swung his fist into the air and spat casually to his side.

"But what crime did he have?"

Someone in the crowd asked.

Old Tom's face froze, and then he bared his teeth and showed a fierce face in that direction: "Are you burning with stupid?" What's the matter? Lao Tzu said that he was guilty, but you didn't accept it? ”

But his swear words tinged with mountain dwellers didn't have the deterrent effect he had imagined.

He seemed to hear a burst of laughter coming from the crowd, and old Tom pursed the corners of his lips and spat on the ground again.

He can't afford to mess with those people.

Old Tom, with the strong physique and deadly momentum of the mountain people, looked down on ordinary people who had no professional rank.

It seemed to him that those skinny, monkey-like little men would smash him with a punch if they dared to show the slightest disrespect to him—yes, the hand had broken an Assassin's finger! Just now!

But in this prison on Ribblade Street, there may be a professional hiding in it...... What if you mess with them......

So old Tom did not respond to the sneers, but told himself about his glorious deeds: "I broke one of his fingers!" Right! I broke one of the Assassin's fingers! Lao Tzu ran three blocks before he was caught here—"

"He must have regarded you as a friend, and he didn't resist at all, right?"

Someone laughed loudly in the crowd again.

Old Tom had always been dismissive of such people who could not eat grapes and said that grapes were sour - he shouted in the same loud voice: "Nonsense! Justin That Bastard Never Had Friends! ”

"You're just talking nonsense! I'm Justin's friend! ”

A dull and loud voice was heard in the crowd. The shock made Old Tom's eardrums ache.

He was about to quiet the man with his fist, when he noticed a large man of nearly two meters standing up from the crowd. Faintly visible. The big man's chest was tattooed with a huge lion's head in gold thread.

The big man's originally innocent face was now red and bloodshot, and he was snorting and panting with anger. The original brown pupils were as bloody as if they had been injected with blood, which was extremely scary.

…… Golden Lion Fighter?

Old Tom took a step back, and then, feeling unsafe, he took several steps back in succession, until he reached the wall.

Leaning his back against the wall seemed to give him great courage, and old Tom crossed his waist and shouted at the other side, "You uneducated big man! You deserve to be in jail! Justin is the kind of guy who only has friends like you! ”

As he said this, his eyes shrunk and looked around, eager to cast an approving look at the crowd. so that he could tear the man into the water with him.

A Golden Lion Fighter with at least a bronze rank is not something that a poor man like him with no professional rank can handle.

But to his disappointment, no one agreed with his accusations. It's as if these people have given up their insistence on justice because of the intimidation of that Golden Lion Fighter.

"I'm also a friend of Justin!"

"Me too!"

"Justin is such a good person, you dare to bully him!"

At that moment, the crowd seemed to be agitated by the stupid big man, and a large number of people stood up, and approached Old Tom step by step with a dangerous look on their faces.

When Old Tom was about to be surrounded and beaten by a group of people, the prison gate suddenly opened.

"What are you doing?"

A cold voice sounded from the door, and the scene calmed down suddenly.

…… Who is it?

Old Tom crouched in the corner with his head in his hands, and squinted through his fingers at the man in the doorway.

The hair is a pale yellow color that is almost white. His pale face was dotted with two scarlet eyes, which shimmered like wolf eyes in the dimly lit underground prison. His back was slightly bent, and his limbs, whose muscles had atrophied due to the deterioration of his flesh, hung down slender and weak.

It was a dilapidated face like a beggar, but it had an indifferent temperament that was rarely seen in the city of wealth.

Old Tom saw that the people around him fell silent for a moment. With his hands lowered and his head lowered, he suddenly felt a little clear in his heart.

…… This kid is the manager of Ribblade Street, the legendary undead?

It doesn't seem like a big deal. The same two arms and two legs, not like the stench of corpses as the bards say. There's a patch-like stitch on my stomach or something......

He watched the undead enter the house and immediately pressed something in his hand a few times, and a buzzing sound sounded for no reason. So he immediately revered this undead spirit.

Look at how it can make this magical movement - it's a necromancer!

Old Tom stroked his abdomen, which suddenly ached, and looked at the undead in confusion as he kept manipulating something around him, as if the sound of water came from far away. Around him, the prisoners seemed to remember something terrible, and their faces looked panicked, and they said something to each other in a very low voice, but old Tom could not hear it clearly.

But in old Tom's mind, it was probably to prepare for an explosion.

I could hear it before, and the explosion was getting closer and closer. It seems that the wizard master is also a little panicked, and he has begun to adjust some esoteric things that only wizards understand.

At this time, those tall wizards who like to live are going to have a headache. This underground prison is a place of great security.

After all, fried . It's impossible for a bomb to blow up to the ground, right?

Seeing that the "necromancer" had been there for a long time, old Tom felt that the pain in his stomach had increased to an unbearable level, so he couldn't bear it any longer, and let out a loud howl that startled the people around him, and then he began to kneel on the ground with his stomach in his hands, and kept rolling and wailing, attracting everyone's mocking and surprised eyes.

But even so, the terrible colic showed no signs of stopping.

It was as if the internal organs had been ravaged by someone, and the stomach and intestines were convulsing and stirring together, and the convulsions were convulsed with force that almost broke the bones.

…… Yes, the bottle of potion?

Old Tom suddenly realized.

I've heard that wizards like to find people to experiment......

Maybe it's some kind of test...... But the test was too painful.

Until now, old Tom didn't want to admit that he had found the wrong person. That would be a bit too stupid.

Suddenly, Old Tom suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and the pain in his abdomen seemed to be weakened a lot.

But that is not a sign of salvation.

If I have to say anything, it is a kind of realization that the death row inmate feels that his death is near.

Ahh

Speaking of which, if you had been kind to Justin from the beginning, you wouldn't have ended up in this kind of field......

…… Speaking of which, why was he hostile to Justin in the first place?

Suddenly, he felt an unimaginable current of heat gushing out of his heart, and for no reason, he was moved to tears.

The world in front of him seemed to be silhouetted by a dull halo, the sound and color gradually faded away from him, and the pain in his abdomen suddenly disappeared completely.

The heart that had long been rotten had become as hot as fire at this moment. Old Tom felt the heart in his chest beat with great strength, and he felt the beauty of life for the first time.

What if, I was-

Old Tom's cloudy eyes trembled slightly, and he opened his mouth, as if he had something to say—

At that moment, time seemed to stand still. (To be continued......)