There are lights in the hut, which indicates that there are people inside. Cheese narrowed his eyes and pulled his hood down, trying to hide the aura from his eyes. He half-bowed, cautiously approaching through the rain and the shadows of the plants. There was no magic on them, at least none of them as he knew, and there was nothing buried in the dirt that would look dazzling to his magical vision. As for the non-magical aspect, the smell of earth stirred up by the rain can mask the smell of living people, and the moist dirt can also absorb the sound of footsteps, and he is not worried about being detected by the guy with a sensitive nose or ears.

Next to the abandoned house on a rainy night, the faint firelight floated out of the leaky window, and the gray-robed man with blue mist in his eyes crept under the window. It's not a very warm sight to look at. Cheese leaned against the walls of the ruined house, his hands stretched out against the outer walls of the house, the walls made of wood were slightly loosened by the magic, and he was leaving a way for himself. When he had done this, the mage turned and approached the door of the hut, and he considered whether or not to knock on the door normally, as he had done in front of the White Wolf's camp. But most of the people in this kind of room can't talk as well as the white wolf.

But he still has a way, all he needs is a gust of wind and a bolt of lightning. I don't know if the heavens heard Cheese's heart's wish, or if the mage used his magic to create the scene he wanted again. The light that tore through the entire dark world lit up the world in an instant, and it was so fast, fast that it shook off the dull thunder. Almost at the same time, a gust of wind from the woods slammed into the door of the hut like an invisible bull, and the old wooden door was overwhelmed, the deadbolt was broken, and the door panel opened inward with a reluctant groan.

The howling cold wind swept into the house, swallowing up the small lights at once, and the people inside the door were startled by the unexpected sight, and had no idea that anything else had entered the room besides the strong wind. The withered hand hurriedly searched for flint on the table, and finally lit the oil lamp again, and she carefully shielded herself from the cold wind and approached the door with difficulty. Fortunately, the wind seemed to be satisfied with the damage she had caused, and no longer howled, and she closed the door without any problems, barely jamming the door with the longer part of the broken deadbolt. After doing all this, she breathed a sigh of relief and turned to lean against the door.

"Good evening. I don't know when the gray-robed man who came into the room stood leisurely beside the bed, and under the faint light, the fog in his eyes was particularly terrifying.

Before the scream could pour out of her throat, the woman's mouth was gagged by something thrown from the cheese. She instinctively wanted to spit it out, but the sweet taste that flowed into her mouth slowed her movements. At the same time, Cheese took the lantern around his waist in his hand and lit it, and the warm morning light illuminated the whole cabin. The interior of the house, which has no cobwebs, still looks unbearable.

"I know it's a faux pas to visit a lady late at night. However, considering your physical condition, I think it would be better to hand over the payment to you as soon as possible. Cheese placed the lamp on the table next to the bed and quickly swept his gaze around the room. He saw some moldy haystack in the corner of the room, which was supposed to be a bed. Other than that, all that was left in the room was the table, the fireplace and a loom that had not been used for years like the mouth of a dead man. A textile machine that doesn't match this room at all, and looks quite delicate and brand new. It didn't take a magical vision to see it, and the mage could feel the magic that filled the machine.

To his surprise, the thin woman did not protest his intrusion with words or movements, but instead set aside the oil lamp in her hand and held the bread very carefully in both hands. That's what Cheese threw in her mouth before. It's been a while since the mage has seen someone who can eat a piece of bread with such relish. The visceral hunger and hesitation to eat it all at once made one realize that her thinness was probably not just due to living alone from the crowd, she was suffering some kind of abuse. I just don't know who this abuse came from. It seemed that the other party would be entangled with the bread for a while, and Cheese didn't bother to urge her, so he walked over to the loom to see what it was.

"Don't touch it!" was able to make her put down the bread outlet for a while, and it was obvious that the loom must mean a lot to her. People who know magic are always cautious, and before they know what they want to touch, reckless contact can make the best spellcasters die in the most aggrieved way. Cheese stopped his outstretched hand and turned to look at the other person, waiting for her explanation.

"When she touches it, she'll know, and she'll come when she knows. The thin woman's face was visibly fearful and shrinking at the mention of her words, and she should be the abuser.

"Who is she? Who are you? What are you doing here? What is this machine spinning?" Cheese wasn't worried that too many questions would make the other person not know how to answer, he could feel that the woman's ability to think was not impaired, she was just not very good at using long sentences. This is a normal phenomenon, and anyone who does not communicate with others for a period of time will degrade their language skills.

Sure enough, the woman hesitated slightly, and quickly replied in a more fluent voice than before, "I'm Goli, and she's the master." I'm here, weaving. Machine, help me weave. ”

Cheese nodded and smiled, not because he was satisfied with Gori's answer, but simply because it made the latter relax. But these answers are useful, starting with the name of Goli, which is not a person's name, Goli, the name of the berry that generally grows on the bushes around the riverbank. Calling it Goli is no more authentic than taking it cheese, which is a pronoun and maybe even a slur. In addition, she called the person who controlled her the master, who had no name, just the master. Either Goli deliberately didn't mention it, or she didn't know either. From the perspective of the abused, the latter is more likely.

The mage wanted to say something to Goli, and if he could, he even wanted to take Goli away. He had already confirmed that only the loom was magical in the room, in other words, nothing could stop her from leaving, except for the chains on Gori's feet that were tied to the loom shelf. And unchaining is not difficult for Cheese, he only needs to find the lock, and he can easily...

"Boom!" Even in the rain, the footsteps were unusually distinct. Cheese's words stopped at the sound of footsteps. There was no need for Goli to explain, the expression on her face had already told the source of the mage's footsteps. The being she called the master. The mage reached out and picked up the Breath of Dawn, extinguished the lantern, and turned to hold it to the wall to prevent it from being seen through the window. Goli also shoved the bread into his mouth three times and twice, and then ran to the loom with a rolling belt. She tugged at the cheese's garment and pointed her finger at the fireplace, seemingly asking the mage to hide in the chimney.

Cheese frowned, he didn't think there was anything here that could make the dignified gray robe hide in the chimney. But he also knew that it was better to be cautious when he didn't have much information. Heavy footsteps, getting closer. The mage did not hesitate any longer, hung the lantern from his waist, and went into the fireplace with two strokes. Probably because this is a lumberjack's hut, the chimney is built very thickly, and the cheese is relatively thin, it can barely be drilled. Of course, there is no way to avoid the dust, mold, and other filth that has accumulated in the chimney.

Heavy footsteps, stopped outside the window, and a sickeningly thin voice was heard along with the sound of rain and wind.

"My dear Gori, why are you lazy?"