The sun rises again from behind Longji Mountain. Slight cheers echoed in the molten iron camp, rejoicing in the light again.

But not all creatures like light, and rats always spend their time at night. The sun that used to be loved by the sun has now become a sharp blade, constantly hurting the fragile eyes, and the fur on the body has absorbed enough heat from the sun to make it feel as hot as a fire.

"Didn't the grey robe say he was able to live a normal life?" Peg stood beside Clarus, looking at the cowering figure by the stream from the distant hillside.

The Demon Spawn glanced at the little witch beside him and shrugged his nose, "The wizard only said that he could live like a nezumi, and never said that he could be a human again. The rat should recognize his identity, obediently hide in the shadows and wait for the sunset to come out to pick up the leftovers that others don't want. ”

The witch frowned, her green hair covering her forehead so that it was impossible to see her expression from above, "Sounds like you." ”

"Tsk," Krus smiled helplessly at Peg's offense, "though I don't know how you managed to convince the wizard to undo the curse on you and allow you to follow us." But you'd better be polite, I don't care, it's just too aggressive, but no one will like it. ”

The girl glared at the killer, "Don't bother. I don't need to be deliberately pleasing anyone. ”

"Really, are you going to take this kid captive to your harbor and put a collar and chain on him as a pet?"

Seeing that neither words nor magic had any effect on Krus, Peg bit his lip and angrily turned away. "In three days, if he doesn't choose you, I'll take him away. ”

The killer shrugged casually with his hands spread, "Listen up, my miss." When the witch was gone, the smile on the demon's face disappeared instantly, and he stared at the small body that had struggled to climb to the edge of the stream to drink water with fiery red eyes. "You're not going to disappoint me, are you?"

The boy who turned into a nezumi didn't know anything about the hillside in the distance, and even if he did, he wouldn't care. The pain comes from both physical and psychological sources, and the burning sensation within the five burnings is difficult to remove even after drinking the water. If only I were dead. Such thoughts came to his mind more than once, but he remembered his mother's eyes before they were overwhelmed by the collapsed roof, and his arms regained some strength. Not yet, die here!

"Poof!" Clarus watched indifferently as his pre-apprentice fell into the stream, his fur sucking in the water and becoming a heavy restraint, making it impossible for the man to get up. If at first the Demon Spawn only felt a little interest in this kid because of his talent, now he has unconsciously taken the other party seriously. For no other reason, the similar circumstances reminded the killer of the scene when he had just awakened the devil's bloodline. But his sympathy is not cheap, there are many people in this world who have suffered similar pains, and Kalus is not interested in helping them one by one, he will only help those who stand up themselves.

The boy finally got up from the stream, and his wet body made him feel better. The young nezumi looked up at the sun in the sky, which he would only feel glare at as a human, but now, at the slightest touch, pain would pass down his eyeballs and directly into his brain, giving him a splitting headache. The intense pain reminded him that he was no longer human. But that didn't make him give up, a second, a second...

The Demon didn't know what would happen to the nezumi looking directly at the sun, he knew the race's aversion to the sun, and he knew that not many people could resist their own race's instincts. So by the time he saw the boy lying straight into the stream, it was too late.

When the boy awoke again it was late afternoon, and he found himself being moved under a tree, and in front of him stood a stern-looking Kalus. The Demon Spawn sensed that the other party was awake and unceremoniously slapped the other to make him wake up quickly. Then he stretched out two fingers and shook them in front of the nezumi. "How much is this?"

The boy tried to answer, but then he remembered that he could not speak, so he weakly poked out two clawed fingers.

"Hmph. Seeing that the other party's answer was correct, Krus snorted coldly and withdrew his palm. Then he grabbed the hair on the top of the boy's head and pulled him up, and two flames burned in his eyes, "Listen, boy, if you do this stupid thing next time, I can help you get rid of it quickly." With that, he left the nezumi and disappeared behind another tree.

The boy rubbed his eyes, then the hair on the back of his hand hurt even more. He covered his face and sobbed until the sun had completely set, and the burning sensation disappeared along with the light. Hunger reminded him that he couldn't go on like this. Get up and naturally put your limbs together on the ground. This seemingly innate habit caused him to pause for a few seconds, and then, though he could not get used to walking on only two legs, he stubbornly stood up and walked forward like a human being.

There was nothing wrong with this, and the boy quickly got used to walking on two legs, but the point was that this way of moving only allowed him to walk, and walking, he could not hunt for food. After letting go of the last rabbit that had returned late, the nezumi fell to the ground in despair, he was too hungry to get up again. A few crows had fallen from the nearby tree, and they tilted their heads to look at the poor child under the tree, wondering when they would be able to eat him.

"Toot toot!" a grasshopper landed in front of the nezuman's face, screaming loudly, as if mocking him for being weaker than even a small worm. But it didn't expect the nezumi's tongue to pop out of the crack in its mouth like lightning, enveloping it in a mouth that hadn't eaten anything yet.

A bit crunchy, with a grassy taste and a faint fishy smell. This is what the boy said about this grasshopper. After eating what was not even a snack, he finally regained a little strength and supported his body to get back up. This time, he had to give up standing on two feet due to fatigue and instead move forward on all fours and on his stomach like a real mouse. He searched the grass with his keen sense of sight and smell, and the whiskers on the side of his mouth, and no insect could escape such a huge predator, especially when the latter was hungry.

The smell of dinner came from the direction of the Molten Iron City camp, tempting the mouse, but he was silent for a moment as he watched the firelight behind the hillside before continuing to look for larger bugs in the grass. The Demon Spawn watched all this from the shadows, and he didn't show any joy when he saw that the boy had learned to take advantage of his new body.

Eating bugs wasn't enough to feed a rat-man the size of a human, but after a night of searching, the boy managed to keep his stomach from churning with hunger. He looked at the whitening silhouette in the distance, and consciously burrowed into a hole in the soil that he had found earlier. There was supposed to be a nest of foxes or something, but the collapse of the Molten Iron City had apparently scared them elsewhere.

For a nezumi, the day begins at dusk. After a day's rest, his physical strength was greatly restored, and his stomach was completely emptied. The boy instinctively began to look down for insects in the grass as he had done yesterday, and of course he wanted to hunt for bigger prey, but there were only birds in the vicinity except for insects. Time passed quickly, and it was midnight in the blink of an eye, and because of his skill, the boy found far more food this time than yesterday, and he even began to choose some tasty insects to eat, and stayed away from those that smelled. He ate more and more, faster and faster, and slowly there was only one thing left in the nezumi's head, eating. As for the memories of those who were once humans, the three-day agreement between Karus and himself, what was it?

The Demon Descendant's expression turned ugly, and a feeling of disappointment permeated his heart, and he was even about to turn away, because the rat chasing the grasshopper there could not be his apprentice. Until, the mouse chased the grasshopper back to the creek where it had been. The grasshopper happened to land on the hilt of a dagger stuck in the ground. The nezumi looked condescendingly, was he looking at a grasshopper or a dagger?

"Toot toot!" the grasshopper screamed and jumped away. Only the boy's eyes were still on the empty hilt. No, it's not empty, is it? I mean, the handle is a thing in itself. The nezumi stood up a little jerky, and he slowly stretched out his hand, slowly grasping the hilt of the knife with only four sharp nails and slender twisted fingers. Then he pulled out the dagger from the ground. At this moment, it was as if something in his eyes had come back to life.

"Click...! I, I am, people!"