Talent, this thing is subtle, but it's not so mysterious. After rediscovering his identity, the boy's hunt became much easier, and a brainless nezumi might not be able to catch a bird on his own, but a child with the human body of a rat can.

Plucking the feathers from the crow with his claws, the boy didn't care about the tiny bones mixed in the flesh, he gulped down the flesh like a wild beast. But his eyes were unusually clear, far more sober than children of his age. The voice of Karus echoed in his head, and the three paths shook in front of the young eyes. If you can be with your parents after you die, that's not bad. But it's not the time, it's not the time.

Throwing the remaining wreckage into the grass, the young nezumi picked up his dagger. There was still some time before dawn, and he decided to climb the hillside and walk in the opposite direction of the Molten Iron City, where he might find the answer.

Clarus watched the boy climb the hill, not even noticing the smile that rose into his lips. "That's right. He whispered softly, and then followed in three or two steps.

Behind the hillside, there is another hillside. Of course, the Molten Iron City was built as a barrier against the nomads, and it was the only small piece of hilly land in this flat land. Small dirt bags like these abound around the Molten Iron City. The boy shrugged his nose, causing his beard to tremble slightly. Well, at least it's not any worse, right.

With the dagger in his mouth, the nezumi began to run on his legs, and he didn't know why he did it, maybe just to vent? he ran faster and faster, and at the end he even used all fours, and it must be said that the body that had been adjusted by the cursed crow had unparalleled coordination, and if the child could keep it up, his athleticism would surpass that of all his kind.

The sun rises for the third time. The heat of the daylight shining on the running nezumi was not as unacceptable as it had been at first, and the boy didn't know if it was because he was familiar with his current body, or if it was something else. He didn't want to know, he just wanted to run, as if he kept running, the hair on his body would fall out and he would be able to turn back into a human again.

"Click, click" Some familiar voices that I couldn't remember heard from a distance. The boy stopped, looked up in that direction, the hair on his head undulating in the morning breeze. It was a flag, depicted with a white lion with its head held high, the flag of a grey lion. Gradually, the flag was raised, followed by a helmet reflecting the light, and a knight appeared on the hillside in front of him with the flag. The boy looked at the knight, and he didn't realize what it meant. But the knight quickly turned his head and rushed back down the hill.

Immediately after, more shiny armor and knights dressed in them rushed up the hillside, and they drew their one-handed swords hanging from their horses, like a mixture of metal and flesh that blew towards the helpless nezumi. It wasn't until the leading knight was nearly fifty paces away that the boy realized what they were going to do, and instinctively put his head in his hands and shouted with all his might, "Don't kill me!

The knight's sword, which stopped less than a foot from the nezumi. The knights surrounded their foe in a circle, all puzzled by the illusionary shout just now. The boy looked at the war horse in front of him and several sword blades aimed at him, and spoke again, "I am human!"

"What should I do, do you want to inform the Grand Knight?" said one of the knights, asking his companion. He was a little overwhelmed by the nezumi who could only speak.

"What is there to report, it's just their trick, just kill them with a knife. The leading knight said, his tone full of anger.

"Captain, I know that your brother was in the Guard... But we..."

"Shut up!" the knight, known as the captain, pointed the tip of his sword at his companion, then slowly redirected his weapon at the boy as soon as he realized that the move was inappropriate. "Even though he used to be our kind, now he's a monster. Killing him is the only way to free him. ”

The knights looked at each other, and they knew that this was the captain making excuses for himself, but this was not the truth? Besides, who was not a blood feud with the nezumi now? The knight's sword was raised high, reflecting the morning light, so dazzling and dazzling. "For the Grey Lion!"

"Hum!" the blade slashed, but it didn't hurt the boy. Two fingers clamped the knight's weapon tightly, and no matter how hard the opponent tried, he couldn't move a bit.

"Grand Knight Chief, Mr. Atticus, I don't remember the old man advocating the killing of innocents without distinction between right and wrong. Karus appeared abruptly among the knights like the wind, and his calm tone and the fingers with which he held his sword impressed everyone.

"Who are you?" the knight captain asked, giving up on retracting his weapon, angrily questioned. The demonic features on Krus's body hadn't recovered yet, so he looked like a man with strange tattoos now. Of course, it is impossible for ordinary people to catch the blade of the sword with their bare hands.

"Who am I?" the Demon Descendant grinned and bared his teeth, his eyes blazing with flames, two sharp horns slowly growing on the top of his head, and the tattoos on his body reflected an ominous red light. "Tell me, who am I?"

"Demon, demon!" the knights began to exclaim, and Clarus now looked exactly like the legendary demon, some of them jumped off their horses to escape, and some of them waved their weapons wildly to protect themselves. As for the captain, his breath was short, and as soon as he let go of his hand, he directly let go of the knight's sword.

The sound of one-handed swords falling to the ground woke up the knights, and they looked blankly at the ground in front of them, where there were rat people and demons, and there was only a small empty meadow.

"Just now..." "That demon..."

"Quiet," the captain bent down to pick up his weapon, "we just misread it, there's nothing here, a false alarm from the scouts." Now, back to the team. ”

When all the knights had left, two figures appeared on the meadow, one tall and one short. Cyrus reached out and patted the boy on the shoulder, as if in comfort.

"Let's go, this is not the place to talk. ”

"I'm not, I'm not a nezumi... I'm human..."

The Demon Spawn closed his eyes and was silent for two seconds, then suddenly opened his eyes, and the demonic features on his body quickly disappeared. "That's right. So saying, he picked up the boy by the waist and carried him to his shoulders, and walked in the opposite direction from which the knight appeared.

"With that in mind, you're still human. Keep that in mind. ”