The black smoke from the ruins has not yet cleared, and there is still residual heat on the fallen masonry.

It was with great difficulty that the fire was extinguished and the fire did not spread.

Seeing little Carl running over with red eyes, everyone made way for him, and at the end of the road was a charred, unrecognizable corpse.

"Master......" The voice stuck in his throat, and the listener was heartbroken.

He walked forward step by step, and everything he saw through his tears was blurry, and how he wished that it was all an illusion.

But he knew them all, his grandfather's eyes, nose, and mouth, even though in the eyes of others it was just a shapeless skeleton. He held his grandfather gently in his arms, and he desperately tried to wipe off all the charcoal-like dirt with his hands.

However, the more he wiped, the more tears he shed.

"Grandpa, didn't you promise me to give me a magician's cloak when I graduate?" little Carl gently pressed his cheek up, "Have you forgotten?"

But with a "click", the bones shattered!

This is definitely not something that ordinary flames can do, it is a flame controlled by a magician, a flame with high-level magical energy.

"Who!" With his knowledge of magic, he knew that it was definitely not an accident, but a man-made murder, "who set the fire?"

No one paid attention to him.

With great hatred, he looked around at everyone present, no, no, no, none of them were capable of manipulating such a flame.

Little Carl suddenly became calm, and he gently put his grandfather down.

"Come back, it's dangerous there. Seeing little Carl rushing into the dilapidated house, Uncle Duke, who was selling fruit, hurriedly shouted.

Although the flames had been extinguished, the main body of the burned house was in danger of collapsing at any moment, and Uncle Duke hurriedly chased after him.

Why?

Little Carl had a doubt in his mind, this person first controlled the flames and burned his grandfather, and then burned all the books on the shelves. Why did he burn books? The store sells the most common magic books, so why should he have trouble with books?

"Carl, it's too dangerous here, get out of here!" Uncle Duke chased after him, "I know you're sad right now, and no one wants this to happen." ”

"Uncle. "Carl's eyes are full of unwillingness, why did this man attack our family?

"Don't say anything, get out of here with me. ”

Dukla got up and walked out, he didn't understand Carl's mind, and he wouldn't understand.

At this moment, a convoy patrolling the city also arrived, and when the officer at the head saw Karl, he slapped his horse and asked, "Are you the grandson of the bookstore owner?"

Judging by his tone, he doesn't seem to care about the fire here, only Carl's identity.

"It's me. ”

"Take him away!"

Hearing the commander's order, the soldiers escorted Carl without saying anything.

"It's none of his business, sir!" said Uncle Duke, who was about to defend himself, when he was kicked away by the soldier standing at the front.

The captain of the guard shouted: "All the onlookers have dispersed for me, and if I stay here again, I will all be arrested on the charge of gathering a crowd to make trouble!"

Uncle Duke said, "But this kid didn't commit a crime?"

"It doesn't matter to you whether he is guilty or not, the mayor has his own opinion!" said the captain of the guard, "If you talk more, even you will be taken with you." ”

"Uncle Duke, don't worry about me. Karl said, "What's the use of them arresting me, do they want to kill me?"

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go!" the soldier kicked Karl in the back mercilessly.

The group forcibly took Carl to the trial court.

"Don't kneel down when you see the mayor!"

The soldier kicked Carl to the ground.

"I can kneel. Karl looked up at the town chief, and there was no fear in his heart, "But you also have to tell me, what crime have I committed?"

"Hmph. The mayor of the town saw at a glance the dissatisfaction in his heart, "Your grandfather's shop is rented, and it is the property of the state, and now because of your grandfather's negligence, a fire has burned the shop to ashes, so this house repair fee should be paid by your grandfather." But now that he's dead, the debt should be transferred to you. ”

Karl said, "But I don't have any money. ”

"That's the problem. The mayor of the town said, "You have no money, so according to the law, we can arrest you for destroying public property and punish you to work as a coolie until you pay off the money." ”

"Hahaha. Karl burst out laughing, and there was no excuse for the guilt he wanted to add.

He stood up suddenly: "Even if I have money, I don't want to pay this fine." ”

"Bold!" the mayor slammed the case, "this is the court, how can you be presumptuous!"

Karl asked in a cold voice, "Should I be put to death immediately according to the law?"

"You will not die for your sin, but if you insist on death, I can fulfill you!" said the town chief, "If the prisoner dares to defy the laws of the Empire, he will be dragged out and hanged." ”

"Hahahaha, okay, I beg you to kill me!" Karl said viciously, "If you really have a seed, don't let me leave here alive, hahahahaha." ”

He laughed like crazy!

Because, he knew that he would not die.

He knew that someone was planning all this behind him, he was just a twelve-year-old hairy child, and it was easy for the other party to kill him, but he had to go to great lengths to make up such a crime for himself.

He just wants to use himself, and since he wants to use himself, even if he wants to die, it is not so easy.

This man can manipulate high-level flames as well as control the mayor, so it seems that this person should be a mage with a lot of background.

Carl gambled because he didn't believe he would die so easily.

However, when the body was fixed to the gallows, there was also a trace of panic in his heart, what was there to use for me?

"If it was really an accidental fire, if it was really like that, let me die with my grandfather!"

"Hahaha, magic?" he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly at the moment before his execution: "The magic in this world is simply a joke, since I can't change it, let the world continue to be stupid!"

As the ropes on the gallows tightened a little, Carl began to breathe a little.

He was ready to accept death, and he would not be grateful to anyone who saved him at this time.

"Stop!"

He heard this vigorous and powerful voice, and he will never forget this voice in his life, because this person must be the murderer who set fire to his grandfather!

He couldn't look back because his neck was about to be broken.

A flying flame burst out, and with a "pop" of fire, the rope was broken, and Carl fell to the ground.

He didn't care about the pain, he didn't care about untying the rope around his neck.

Just to look back, the man, the man in the red bishop's cloak.

This person is the person he will kill in this life no matter what!