The gripping wrists were shaking, the skin against the bones was uncomfortable, the fingers were just pressed against the pulse, and the rhythm of the wild beating disturbed the mind. It didn't take any need to look back at those eyes for Cheese to know how scared and desperate the kid was, he didn't even try to escape from his grasp, probably realizing the disparity in power between the two of them when he was first caught, or maybe he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

The mage dragged the child almost rudely to the edge of the tray, the dim light of the fire leaving only a vague outline on the water below, where no one would eavesdrop, no one would care if a thief lived or died. He had to do it because he wasn't familiar with the place, and he didn't know how he would be used by the ill-intentioned people around him if he showed kindness directly to the child, so he had to use violence to disguise himself. Even while doing so, his heart was suffering like a child being pulled. This is not at all like a gray robe, which should be hard-hearted, and they should only have a desire for the truth in their hearts.

"Listen, listen!" Cheese shook the boy in front of him, close to the border of the pallet. It's a kind of intimidation, because only fear can make the child, who has already been frightened, listen to him seriously. Suddenly, he seemed to remember that he had been treated like this when he was a child, but the scene was not here, and behind it was not a turbulent river, but an icy ice field. The memory was quickly suppressed, and those terrified eyes stared at the face under the hood of Cheese, waiting for the latter to announce his fate. In those black pupils, the mage saw his own eyes, eyes that radiated magic light.

Since when did those eyes, which symbolize the identity of the caster, become so terrifying?Cheese didn't think deeply about it, he quickly converged his light to make his eyes look normal, and then said to the kid in a somewhat hoarse voice, "I can let you go, but there are conditions." You can choose to refuse, and I will throw you directly into the river to feed the fish, or, sell you to the butcher's shop. ”

It's not really a negotiation at all, and the kid doesn't have a choice. It is true that the mage is bullying the small, but he has to do it, people who grow up in this dirty environment are not touched by kindness, their world is only deceit, hurt and betrayal. And he couldn't explain to the terrified thief in a few words why he didn't let him become a fish eater, and even if he did, the latter wouldn't understand. So instead of that, rather than making the kid think that he still had a chance to do something reckless, it would be better to intimidate him with a vicious face.

The intimidation worked, and the little head shook busily to show that it understood what the mage meant. A smile appeared on the corner of Cheese's mouth, but this smile must be hideous in the eyes of the other party, "A weak thing like you doesn't deserve to appear here, the darkness belongs to the strong." So my punishment for you is to throw you out into the sun and let everyone see how pathetic you really are. ”

"Don't, don't—" The kid resisted when he heard that he was going to be taken out of here. But his resistance was pointless, and his thin limbs made it impossible for him to cause trouble for Cheese at all. The mage let go of his hand, then caught it in the crook of his arm before he could react, and walked towards the exit as if he were holding a piece of wood. In order to prevent the child's yelling from causing unnecessary trouble, Cheese even wiped his fingers on his lips to glue the two lips together. But in the process, the mage realized that something didn't seem right with the touch of his fingers.

The return trip was much quicker than it had been, and past the pedestrians, Cheese looked like a man who had just bought his goods and walked up the nearest staircase. However, it seems that some people don't want him to leave so easily.

"That little guy in your hand is my property, should you ask me what I mean before you take him away?" the man with body hair on his arms sneered, carrying a mace in his hand, and beside him were several minions dressed as sailors. Naturally, there is no shortage of scoundrels in this kind of place, but they are generally more careful than other places, "In this way, a silver coin, you take it away, we don't have to ask whether it is boiled or roasted." ”

"It sounds like you think I'm going to eat this kid, do I look so hungry?" But there was one thing he cared about, and although he understood that the boiled and roasted in the mouths of these scoundrels meant that they were just listening to respect, why did they use these two words?

"Hehe, that's not necessary. We have seen a lot of you like this, catching little beggars and selling them to the night market as pigs, and if the top is not good to catch, we will run to the bottom to catch them. Open the bright spots, let's open the bright spots, we also understand the market, or half a silver coin. How about it? Hurry up, let's make friends, and next time we find good goods and give them to you cheaply?" Words can make people happy, they can make people sad, they can hurt people and save people. But it was rare for Cheese to hear such words that made him angry, because he knew deep down that these people were probably not lying. That's even more unacceptable.

"Get out of the way!" roared, with magical power, shocking the mind. This direct spell Cheese hadn't been used in a while, but it was a little more powerful than before. The hooligans sat down on the ground in fright by the sudden rush into their eardrums, and they could not have imagined that the gray-robed man surrounded by himself could be so powerful with just one word. In fact, this is not the original intention of the teacher, such a high-profile spell will only invite trouble for himself. But he had just been stimulated by someone, and the spell he chose to use in his distraught had already been exported, and all he could do was to leave here quickly before the people around him could react.

Stepping out of the wooden flap door, the entrance is different from the one Cheese enters, but a door hidden in the wall. Outside the door, there were only two women who looked like wandering warblers chatting, and it was not strange for them to see someone coming out of the wall, they were completely familiar. Although the buildings on either side still obscured most of the sky, the distant clouds and the lively wind in the air made the mage breathe a sigh of relief, and the anger and impulsiveness he had just felt subsided. He grabbed the "goods" he had brought out of the underworld, walked out of the alley quickly, and then turned into another alley.

After making sure that there were no pedestrians around and that there were no eyes on the building, Cheese carefully put down the thief, who had not been active since the beginning, "I'll give you back, but you are not allowed to scream." ”

Fingers ran through the slit between the lips again, regaining the separated lips, and the child looked confused. He was not the only one who was puzzled, but by the sunlight he could clearly see the child's face, his deformed mouth, and his body under the rags. The mage had thought that the strange touch he had when he was holding the child was due to the fact that he was too thin, but now it seemed that was not the case. The child's body was unusually distorted. He had only seen this happen to one kind of person, a plague infected person who was about to transform into a rat people.