Peg felt like he might be dying. It's not because she's overly sensitive, in fact, anyone can feel that way when a large number of snake-headed monsters look at you with flesh-like eyes, and you can't use any power because of the damned curse mark of the gray-robed wizard on your body. "I warn you! I am your ally! Miss Peg of the Heartless Witch Order! You must not hurt me, or Master Coyla will not let you go!" the diminutive witch gritted her teeth and threatened, but the way she cowered in the corner was too hard for the threat to work. Peg knew this herself, and if she could still use her magic in normal times, she wouldn't have these ugly Radnor at all, let alone come up with the name of the witch she hated second to save her life.

You ask her who the witch she hates the most? That's Kiri, of course. The guy who takes pleasure in bullying herself is a scourge that has escaped from the bottomless abyss! She's cold, cruel, and reckless, but because of that goddamn talent, every time, every time she breaks out, someone else will take care of it. As a witch of Kirly's age, Peg is often the first choice for the finishing staff. Tears flowed down from the eyes, and when the magic in the body no longer obeyed the call, the so-called witches were just a group of ordinary women. Not to mention that Peg is still far away from a woman, she is just a child who grew up in a special environment.

The smuggler's bonfire could not warm the frightened witch, and Peg snuck up from his knees with a tear-stained face to take in the scene. In order to find a chance to escape from these monsters, she would rather be captured by dwarves and wizards and become a prisoner than be protected by the snakeheads. How can they be reliable? After all, physiognomy is the first step in getting to know other creatures, and when we see faces that don't match our own aesthetics, we feel uncomfortable and want to stay away from them. There's no problem with that, as living beings, we all have an instinct to protect ourselves. But the problem is that, as intelligent beings, our ability to distinguish faces has been affected by too much nurture, which makes us gradually become... Too much emphasis on appearance.

In fact, Peg only had to look closely to see that the monsters spoke the same language as hers, but the muffled voice and the cacophony of the snake's tongue made it sound more like a terrible whisper. The cultists of Mother Crypt even divided some of their food in front of the witches, although this does not mean that they know the identity of the witches, but there was no need for them to slaughter the inhabitants of Molten Iron City, and every ordinary person captured by the Radnos could become a Protestant of the Great Mother Earth under the semi-forced mission. Whether they are priests of good gods or worshippers of evil gods, they are always happy to spread what they consider to be the "gospel."

On the other side of the space, there are a few ordinary residents who have been caught, who have survived the collapse of the Molten Iron City and have not encountered hungry nezumi, who are undoubtedly lucky, and although they have become prisoners of the fanatics, they still have no fear for their lives. The amount of food thrown by the snake-headed people was small, but it was enough to keep them from starving. The men were also watching Peg, the little girl who had only recently been captured by the Radnos. A daring little boy crept up to Peg's side while their overseer wasn't looking, and he shoved the piece of black bread in front of the little witch inward. "Eat, if you don't eat, you'll be hungry. ”

Peg looked at the little boy with a smudged face, although her own condition was not much better at this time, but the environment in which the witch grew up taught her that the noble witch did not need the help of mortals. Besides, the filthy piece of black bread was much worse than the food given to her by the Archduke of Hammerhammer when she imprisoned her, and even though Peg had a low status in the witches' order, she was still one of the ruling circles of Heartbreaker's Bay, and how could she have eaten such food that only the truly poor would buy? Is it moldy? By the light of the campfire, you can see that although the bread is a little dusty, it is definitely not spoiled. Then, when Peg thought that the child would take the inferior food, the little boy just carefully tore off a very small piece of bread, and after glancing at the witch to make sure that she was not reacting, the boy swallowed, and he was also hungry, and put the bread crust on his tongue. When the coarse bread softened under the action of saliva and gave off a faint sweet taste, the boy struggled to control himself from swallowing what was on his tongue at once. taste, and there is no problem with it.

Peg looked at the child in front of her with an incomprehensible look on her face, and a wave of irritability suddenly surged in her heart, if the magic was still there, she would definitely let this kid know that a lowly person like him was not qualified to put his dirty face in the sight of a witch. The boy tilted his head, and he looked at the bread on the floor and the witch who turned her head away, did he offend her by eating the other person's food?

Peg's long, dark green hair covered her like a ribbon, this long hair was the witch's most precious thing, and even Kiri was extra careful not to hurt it in a prank, although that was probably simply due to her owner's fondness for her pet's hair. But in short, this beautiful hair also made the little boy realize what he had overlooked, and that children from poor families could not maintain their hair so well. A young lady from a wealthy family, this is the boy's new definition of Peg.

The boy didn't know, but the Hammercollar was still part of the Grey Lion, and although the inhabitants were all immigrants from the interior of the kingdom, chivalry still affected them. He pursed his lips and groped his hand into his dirty clothes as if he had made up his mind, an act that caught the attention of Peg, who had been observing the child in front of her through the cover of her hair, but only for safety reasons. Just when the witch thought that the boy was going to take out some weapon and his body was ready for battle, the other party took out something that made Peg stunned. Although only half of it was left, it was not difficult to tell from the head that it was the corpse of a mouse.

The witch moved her body back, as a witch, she certainly didn't make a fuss about things like rats and cockroaches like a normal girl, but as far as Peg knew, the corpse of a mouse could be used as a material for a lot of magic. Could it be that the boy in front of him is also a spellcaster? Isn't it impossible, since there is a gray robe here, it is difficult to guarantee what kind of guy still exists in the molten iron city. So thought the witch, who had been overwhelmed by successive accidents. Immediately, however, she dismissed the idea.

"Eat, meat. Looking at the boy's sincere eyes and the terrifying mouse corpse in his hand, Peg was really stunned this time. What did he tell me to eat? Dead rat? Was he teasing me? Like Kirly, even if I had fallen into this field, would he still tease me? Witch, crying, she was crying so sadly that Radno didn't know what to do. The little boy tilted his head, he couldn't understand why he had made such a big determination to take out the private reserve grain to the other party, but instead made the young lady cry. This is meat! He looked at the corpse of the half mouse in his hand in bewilderment, and the head of the mouse on the corpse also looked at him with lifeless eyes.