"It's all right, the kingdom will keep you safe. "Deep underground, in the cell used as a prison, Leon and his servants are rescuing the nezumi from their bindings to the walls. The networm thought about it for a moment, and stepped forward to join the two of them, leaving only the cursed crow and Krus standing at the exit of the room, watching over Gloria, who was still extremely weak, silently watching the scene in front of them.

Unlike the Spellcaster, though, the Spawn always focused on the other creatures in the room, a swarm of golden-black millipedes, which, unlike the centipedes they had fought before, had thicker carapaces and sickle-like mouthparts with scythe-like heads, which looked less terrifying than centipedes, but when they lifted their bodies high to reveal their equally sharp toes, it wasn't much worse.

"I don't believe witches will keep their promises. It doesn't matter what kind of deal you make with her. Krus gently threw the dagger in his hand into the air, catching it steadily with his backhand. He had a hunch that this weapon, which had been with him for many years, would not be sheathed without blood today. What's more, he didn't fully trust the crow either, and no one knew about the wizard's deal with the witch except the two of them, who knew if he had betrayed the rest of the team for his own benefit.

However, the sorcerer clearly had no intention of reassuring his companion's concerns, and with a noncommittal smile on his face, he glanced at the killer, "I'm actually quite curious. You're only involved in these things because of the relationship between the Grand Duke of the Hammer and the king of this country in your early years, and just because of this, you have to fight for your own life? It's not the same as the Demon Descendants I remember. ”

Krus sneered, and pressed the tip of the dagger against the fingertip of his index finger, allowing the blade to stand balanced and straight. "Wizard, this is where your arrogance lies. You are too accustomed to using your own experience and speculation to measure a person's psychology by his race and identity. ”

"Oh, isn't that right? I've always thought it was the most reasonable and easiest way to do it. And as it turns out, I'm always right. Raven raised an eyebrow, not looking to accept the Demon's claims. Calculating the will of an individual on a huge basis has always been what wizards do best.

"For the most part, you're right, even very right. But," Clarus said, raising his index finger, the dagger in his hand leapt up in the air, and was caught in the air by his hand pointing at a millipede that was too close, and the latter seemed to sense a silent threat, and immediately retreated into the distance, "There are always some outliers among so many individuals. If you meet them, you make mistakes and panic because you are unexpected, like me. I'm a demon, but I've found myself early on. ”

"Makes a lot of sense, quite a point. Raven nodded as she spoke, as if agreeing with Clarus' words, "It seems that I would better hope that I would encounter fewer anomalies like you, so that I will make fewer mistakes." The tone of the gray robe was full of sarcasm and disdain, and he even laughed out loud at the end.

This naturally caused the Demon Descendant to be displeased, but just as he was about to open his mouth to ask what the wizard meant, a scream came from the room.

"Damn, this guy is crazy hungry, he wants to bite me!" Bakham grabbed the arm of a nezumi with both hands and pressed his foot against the wall, the latter's drooling mouth opening and closing quickly less than a palm's distance in front of the elf, and the nezumi's cloudy eyes were only fleshy and bloody.

"Of course it wants to bite you, because that guy is a proto-nezumi. The sorcerer replied lazily, glancing at the millipedes, "It looks like our witches didn't sort their captives carefully. And we don't have a rope to tie them down now, so we can't help it, let's kill them. As he spoke, his eyes began to glow with magic.

"Wait!" As the Cursed Raven was about to kill the proto-nezumi, Gloria grabbed the corner of his coat. The female nezumi was still very weak, but her expression did not mean to back down in the face of the wizard, "I can calm him down, please don't kill him." ”

The sorcerer was silent for a few seconds, then nodded in agreement with Gloria's suggestion. The light in his eyes quickly dissipated, "Your will, my lady. ”

The daughter of Saron looked at the webworm with a pleading gaze, and the latter shrugged her shoulders and walked over to pick her up and walk towards Bakham.

"Put my hand on his head. Gloria asked.

"Are you sure? That guy might just bite your hand off. The mercenary frowned, she didn't want anything to happen to the important hostage.

"It's okay, he won't hurt me. In view of the other party's insistence, the networm had no choice but to raise Gloria's arm, carefully avoiding the nezute's mouth, and placing the latter's palm next to the target's right ear. "Is that okay?"

The daughter of Ssalon did not answer, she closed her eyes, and used the abilities bestowed upon her by the new race to pacify the rampaging people in front of her. This process didn't last long, and the original mad dog-like proto-nezumi gradually quieted down. Its eyes were still full of hunger, but obedience to its superiors forced it to suppress its instincts.

"Alright, if there are other primitives, please let me be with them as well. We have lost too many of our compatriots, and each one of them is precious now. Gloria whispered as she opened her eyes again. Her body leaned against the webworm, as if her already weak body had become even more unsustainable.

"As much as I admire your actions, you put your body first, Ms. Salon. Leon walked over and said to Gloria. If the Blood Lions could still see the wise nezumi as their kindred who had been infected by the plague, then these proto-nezumi who had lost their sanity seemed to the Knight Commander to have little need to save them. However, out of respect, he did not express his opinion.

"I can, Mr. Knight. Leon walked away from Gloria, and looked at the Cursed Raven, hoping that the Spellcaster would have a better reason to convince the stubborn lady. Unexpectedly, it was discovered that Clarus, who was supposed to be standing beside the gray robe, had disappeared at this time.

"Where's that guy?" and though dissatisfied with the formality of the Demon Born, Leon must admit that the Killer was definitely one of the best fighters he had ever seen when it came to fighting alone. And since the team has not managed to get out of danger yet, the skill of Kalus is a necessary thing.

The Raven didn't answer the knight's question quickly, his eyes looked a little misty, as if he was thinking about something, and the wizard came to his senses when Leon approached him. "Who? Oh, you said him. I'm going to get him done some and put the finishing touches on it. Will be back soon. I have something else to ask you about this kingdom, the Greylion's..."