Goli's eyes widened in fear as another bolt of lightning lit up the entire cabin, revealing the massive eyes outside the broken window. It was a non-human, non-animal eye, its pupils resembling a jumble of green algae, or tangled hair of a drowned. With this as the center, the iris that radiates out takes on a desperate yellow-green color that can only be found in dirty stagnant water, which makes people instinctively feel sick to their stomachs. The emaciated woman stood up in horror, stepped back, accidentally hit the protruding part of the loom, lost her center of gravity and fell to the ground. She opened her mouth, but she couldn't make a sound.

"What's the matter, little berry, why don't you answer your master? Are you there, hiding something!" and with this low roar, the belated thunder made the whole room tremble. The little abandoned house seemed to be ready to be crushed at any moment by the rain and the anger of something outside, just like poor Golly. She bit her pale lip and struggled to rethink. Goli's eyes drifted to the fireplace, consciously or unconsciously, and in the abandoned chimney, a gray-robed man was dodging. Fortunately, her master is not sensitive to the subtle movements of people.

"No, master! I, I just, I was just too hungry, so I slept on the loom, fell asleep! Please forgive me! It's all my fault, I'll work hard!" Goli crawled close to the window, crawling on the floor in embarrassment, his body trembling. She buried her head so deep that she didn't see the cruel pleasure in her big eyes. If she could have sensed her place in the heart of the monster outside the house, she might not have begged for forgiveness so humbly. Because when the strong side does not treat the weak side as an equal creature, there is no such thing as forgiveness.

"yes, you're still hungry, I thought you forgot about eating. Giggles. "It's full of banter and sarcasm. The eye vanished from the window, and a large black shadow cast a moment on Goli's body, never to be seen again. Goli had long since the sound of heavy footsteps had died away before he got up in a panic, and his emaciated body fell into the seat of the loom without the slightest strength.

"Poof!" there was a muffled sound from the chimney, and the black-and-gray cheese struggled to crawl out of the filth that had been deposited for an unknown amount of time, and with it a large number of stains on the floor. Fortunately, the dust was absorbed by something before it fell, and the fist-sized mud ball in the air was held in Cheese's hand. Green shoots emerge from the top of the mud, and the source of the shoots is the core of the mud, the seeds that are used as spellcasting materials. As for why he used magic to clean up the plaster, in addition to hygiene considerations, Cheese didn't want to leave too many traces of his actions here.

The mage, who had done all this, patted the non-existent dust on his body and stood up, squinting at the Goli on the loom like a broken wire doll. Outside, the rain had just stopped, and the moonlight shone down the window on the loom and the woman. Sunlight can hide many evil and filthy things, and moonlight is believed to have similar abilities, but they have different meanings in different cultures and magical systems. Pale blue threads emerge in the moonlight, and they are present in every piece of light cast by the window. They meander and wrap together, all converging at one end of the loom. Things seem to be half clear.

The loom was made from a craft that Cheese was unfamiliar with, and no matter how knowledgeable the grey robe was, he would not have much knowledge of a machine that could turn human life into hair-like filaments and then weave them. Most of these items are unique, hermetically sealed, and come from the most dexterous and ruthless craftsmen, and like Atta's magic sword, the crafter may not have an evil purpose in itself, but the items that can be crafted are truly disturbing. What is certain is that such an ingenious, even breathtaking, magical creation was definitely not created by the existence that terrorized Goli just now.

It's just that the origin of the loom and how it works isn't the focus now, but what to do with Cheese after learning that the anomaly in Yufa Town is caused by this machine. The easiest and most straightforward way to do this, of course, is to destroy the loom here, most of these magical creations are not very strong, ordinary people can destroy them in a normal way, and even if there are some spells on it to protect it, it will not be too difficult to disintegrate it with the power of the gray robe. The question is, what will happen to Goli and her master after he destroys this loom. The malice in the conversation just now was undisguised.

"You're weaving with this machine, aren't you?Where is the finished product?Can you show me?" It seemed a little out of place to ask a poor man like this, for Goli had just been severely frightened. But Cheese didn't have time to wait for her to recover from her fear, and now that it had been confirmed that the alleged master knew whether Goli was working or not, it was hard to say whether it could detect Cheese's arrival. This time, he dodged, and next time he may not be so lucky. Now that the wind and rain have subsided, it won't be long before footprints, smells, too many clues will point to his existence. We can't afford to delay any longer.

Goli blinked, trying to regain her ability to speak, but still, she was as unsettled as a frightened rabbit. She thought for a moment, and replied in a somewhat crying voice, "The cloth has been taken away by the master. She would come every morning and check on my work every morning. Ah, I've got to hurry, or I'm not done!"

With that, the loom began to run under Goli's operation, and the filaments in the moonlight began to flow as if they had come to life. Cheese tried to stop him, but his hand stopped. Because with the operation of the loom, his magical vision saw something that he hadn't seen before. It's no surprise that magical vision is not a magical ability to see the essence of everything, but just another way of using magic to perceive the world, so it can be as flawed as sight and hearing. In the immediate situation, the magic vision could make Cheese know something was wrong with the loom at a glance, but it wasn't until it started working that the mage could understand the slightest bit of how it worked. It sounds like a little too little, but for something that doesn't know the principle at all, it's not easy to get a glimpse of a scaly claw just by looking at it.

Besides, the faint sight of the doorway alone was enough to make Cheese change his mind. He took one last look at the dilapidated house, then at Goli, who was concentrating on the loom, and said nothing, and turned away lightly. Walking out of the hut, the rain-washed night sky is particularly beautiful. But he still found something around the house that the rain couldn't wash away, footprints.