Peg is feeling very bad now, maybe it's not good enough to describe the mood of this witch lady, and anyone who is framed by his colleagues and falls into the hands of the enemy is probably not too happy. However, the little witch with green hair is not too scared beyond her anger at Kiri, and she admits that the demon she caught is indeed a tricky killer, but the killer is often not loyal enough. As for those who are loyal enough, Peg has his own solution.

"Woo... Please don't, please don't kill me... I don't know anything... She cried, crying so sadly, so sincerely, with that small body and innocent eyes, like a helpless child separated from her parents, which aroused sympathy. Peg's performance was almost a success, and she could see that the human knights and elves on the side of the table were already a little overwhelmed in their eyes, and the dwarf behind the table showed a somewhat unbearable look. That's right, if Qili's talent is her eyes, then Peg's talent is her cry, and in this heart-wrenching cry, no one can hurt her, no one...

"Smack!" The cry, broken, was interrupted by a loud slap. The little witch froze in place, she didn't know who was so ruthless that she could do something to herself in the perfect performance. Peg's question was quickly answered, and a hand pulled her by the hair mercilessly, forcing the witch to look up at the gloomy and indifferent face, the face of the cursed crow. "Let's talk about the rules here," the sorcerer said calmly, with no retort in his tone, "and you pretend to cry and die." You dare to cast a spell, die. Tried to escape, died. Don't answer the question, die. Tried to lie, oh, painful death. I'm sure you still cherish your life, don't you? Miss Witch. ”

The witch subconsciously wanted to nod, but because she was pulled by her hair, it hurt her scalp, but even so, Peg didn't dare to show the slightest pain. The reason is very simple, when she saw the gray robe, a faint despair had risen in her heart, and when the cursed crow spoke, the witch understood that the gray robe wizard in front of her was definitely not a good person. In front of such a person, you better follow him, especially if he is really capable of killing you.

"Don't say that, you can only make her scared, and you can't make her cooperate with us. The Demon Descendant said, playing with the dagger in his hand and glancing at the witch with his flaming eyes, "You have to tell her what we're going to do, where we're going to cut it, how we're going to peel off our skin, we're going to remove our organs... In this way, she can be obedient. Clarus's eyes looked to Peg as if he were looking at a butcher slaughtering lambs, and combined with what the demons had said, the poor witch found her body trembling uncontrollably with fear.

"Enough. The Grand Duke of Hammer couldn't stand this kind of scene, he frowned and stared at Clarus, "I don't care if what you just said is really done or nonsense, but in my territory, I don't allow you to do such a cruel thing. Then the dwarf turned to look at the witch, "As for you, ma'am, as long as you promise not to cause us trouble, then I can at least promise to give you the most basic respect." Wizard, let go of her hair. ”

The crow let go of his hand and walked back to the window to bask in the sun. But having said that, his and Krus's eyes were always on Peg, and if the witch made any strange moves, they could stop them in the first place. As for Peg, the poor little girl had almost crawled to the table, and she now felt that Andrei's image had grown taller in her eyes, and that the dwarven lord's kindness and majesty were as bright as the sun compared to the gloomy wizard and the demon who showed his teeth from time to time!

To say that this is a combination of black and white, the dwarves and demons have already been skilled in the adventure, so Andre hardly had to ask Peg to explain everything he could say, at the cost of just a bowl of vegetable soup and a promise to ensure her personal safety. Sitting in the position of the Grand Duke for a long time, the dwarf was already far from the somewhat reckless adventurer of the past, and the appropriate gestures of favor and the comfort between words made the witch who had just experienced a great fright immediately have a good impression of him. For a moment, Peg even thought that it wasn't unacceptable to stay as a captive for a while in a place where he could get rid of Kirly's deadly shenanigans.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Miss Peg. Before you go to rest, though, I have to make a rude request, I can't allow an uncontrolled witch in my own city. Andre tilted his head and motioned for the Crow to seal Peg's spell-casting ability, although the Spell Master had not said that he could do this, but the Hammer Grand Duke thought that this should not be difficult for the Grey-robed Mage. Sure enough, the crow approached the witch with a staff and said, "Get on your knees." He said.

If dignity can help him get out of the predicament in front of him, Peg will try to resist. But she was well aware of her current situation, so her knees bent down without any psychological burden, and for the little witch, surviving to find Qili for revenge was what she had to do. The staff of the six-winged crow standing at the top gently tapped the forehead of the girl under the dark green hair, and some kind of chilling force followed the blow from the staff into Peg's body, and the witch could clearly realize this, as if she had suddenly been tied to a large invisible shackle on her body.

The sorcerer grabbed the witch's right hand, and a clear red crow pattern appeared on the latter's wrist. "This spell will make your heart explode like a smashed tomato, so watch it yourself with magic or not. Well, by the way, trying to unravel the spell will also trigger this spell seal, good luck. With that, the crow paid no attention to her, as if it were some ornament and not a living person kneeling on the ground.

After the Grand Duke called for Peg, who had been scared and wept again, to be brought to the room, the dwarf's face sank with the closed wooden door. "Tell me, how much do you believe what the little girl says?" "I think I need to be reminded that Miss Pegg, though she may seem very young, is a witch. Don't take her seriously. The cursed crow by the window said, and glanced at Leon, who seemed to be about to speak, intentionally or unintentionally, and his words were meant for the knight.

The Blood Lion, who had already reached his lips, had to swallow his opinion back with great difficulty, and he was now sure that the wizard in front of him, who called himself a cursed crow, was more in line with his knowledge of the caster than Cheese. Gloomy, aloof, and only concerned about his own interests, these traits make it difficult for the knight commander to have a good impression of the other party. Leon lowered his head, looked at the table and stopped talking. Seeing his knight like this, Bakham next to him immediately wanted to say something, but his leg hurt violently, and the blood lion's hand pressed on the thigh of his subordinate.

Grand Duke Hammer looked at Leon and then at the Raven, he could sense the dissonance between the two, but he also knew that this contradiction based on morality could not be solved in a few words. "Well, I see you're tired too. No one knows if the rats will come back, so let's go back and rest first. Andre said helplessly, leaning back on the chair behind him, rubbing the skin between his eyebrows with his left hand.

The chief knight was closer to the door, and he took Bakham to his feet, saluted the Grand Duke, and left. The cursed crow flicked its gray robe very simply, turned into a crow, and flew out of the window. The room was left with only grim-faced dwarves and gloating demons, Krus sneered, the flames in his eyes jumping strangely. "Let's take a gamble, when do you think the wizard and the knight will fight?"