The red-haired boy tilted his head to the side as Vincent's push made a "click" on his neck.

Alfer was startled and stepped forward to hold the boy's face, the sound was crisp and loud, and Alfer was afraid that the boy would be paralyzed by Vincent's push.

The boy's face was cold, and he still didn't wake up, but his eyelashes fluttered even more, so Alver gently rubbed the boy's face and called softly, "Get up!

Vincent was more simple and rude, kicking the leg of the rocking chair and shouting, "Hey, hey, wake up, pee little ghost!"

The two called a few times, and Alfer continued to try to wake up the boy while getting closer and carefully observing the boy's state, his face was rubbed red by himself, but he still didn't have a big reaction, and when he wanted to give up the awakening and go to the principal behind the boy's back, he saw the boy slowly open his eyes.

Alver's face was very close to the boy's.

It was a pair of beautiful brown-red eyes, but the pupils were as straight as a snake, staring at Alver like a prey, not at all like he had just woken up.

"Are you here?" the red-haired boy asked as if he were an acquaintance.

"What?" Alver was a little startled, letting go and taking a step back.

"I said, there is finally a hero to save me, I was almost sold by human traffickers...... the previous expression was as if Alver had mistaken it, and the red-haired boy shrunk back in the rocking chair with a look of "finally saved", and even a little tearful.

The rocking chair crunched again, and Vincent looked impatient.

Alver wanted to take off the handkerchief that Vincent had tied to his face and wipe the tears of the boy in front of him, but after pulling it a few times, he found that it was a dead knot, so he had to give up.

Vincent wanted to leave the place before the boy woke up, and when the rocking chair rang again, he didn't want to stay here anymore, so he asked the key question very aggressively: "Can the curse be solved?" ”

The red-haired boy spread his hands and said with a guilty face: "I can't untie it, my kidnappers didn't come in." ”

"Huh, are you kidding?" Vincent didn't want to believe the answer at all.

"I didn't," the boy explained uneasily, "I was angry that the man had kidnapped me with a soup mixed with anesthetic, tried to pull out the scales and sell me." He lowered his head and ripped the collar a little, pulled the clothes behind him, lifted the broken hair on the back of his head to reveal a small red scale on the back of his neck in an inverted triangular trend down the spine, and continued to explain in a muffled voice: "I am a high-level wurmian, and recently there have been rumors that the scales of the wurmians can be used as magic materials, which is why I was caught. The boy put down his hair and looked up to straighten his clothes, looking unhappy: "I was dizzy with anesthetic, angry and anxious, and the curse was not so strict. ”

"Vincent, let's not worry......" Alph asked the boy, "what are the conditions for your curse?"

"I don't know who the specific people are, I came here to go to a nearby school, but when I came to this village, many people rejected me, only a few families took care of me and said to help me contact the school, I was arranged to live in this family, but after living for three days, this family revealed its true nature...... When I was down, I heard my kidnappers and his wife say that they had contacted the person who bought me and would come in through the back door of the village and ask his wife to pick them up, and his wife asked who it was, and the guy who kidnapped me said that it was a robber from the new climate nearby, and his wife was very opposed, and then I couldn't remember. Then I was brought in in groggy, and my kidnappers wanted to pull out some of my scales first, and then sell me for double money. The boy shuddered, rubbed his arms and continued: "Fortunately, before I was tortured, there was a sound of fighting on the ground, and he didn't have time to hurt me to check on the situation. While he was out, I left a little clue that I had been saved, and by then I was almost powerless, and the fighting and screaming on the ground made me even more afraid, and cursed with the last bit of consciousness that anyone who came in after me through the back door would never be able to leave the village until all those who tried to harm me were trapped here. All I wanted was to trap the robbers and the villagers who wanted to frame me. ”

"You're awesome, baby! You've got thirteen more men, and a few horses that won't die! This village has entrusted our school with driving away the robbers, and we came in through the back door of the village to save the villagers......" Vincent let out a long sigh, "You can think of some other way to get rid of it, I'm dying of cold!"

"Ah...... My curse conditions are too general......"

"What do you mean?" Vincent's expression twisted slightly.

"I can't seem to get out myself... Because I also entered the village through the back door..."The boy rubbed his hands in embarrassment, "unless someone who meets the curse conditions can enter through the back door......"

Alver covered his eyes and let out a long sigh, "Your curse has the potential to bring down the entire continent!"

"Well, there's no other way," Vincent dusted off the dirt and said to Alver, "let's take him to the headmaster, at least it's a little warmer outside!"

The three children climbed up the ladder out of the basement and walked towards Principal Krent's location.

On the way, Alver learns that the red-haired boy's name is Carl Zolken, and Vinson tells him that if he wants to join the school, he must be respectful when he meets Krent, and that although the headmaster is a priest, he will make a stake as thick as a bucket to trap people in the enchantment ("It's just a latch to the stable!")" Alfer corrected Vinson. After the beating, it will heal you, leaving you with only the pain of being beaten and the fear that you can't escape.

Carl laughed, nodded and said, "Okay, boss, wait, if I say something wrong, you must help me get back!"

Alfer was a little uncomfortable, for when Carl opened his eyes from the basement, his gaze was almost entirely focused on himself, his eyes full of some anticipation and curiosity about something new.

Let's hope he's not the kind of guy who discriminates against himself for having gray hair. Alver thought silently to himself.