The reminder came from a woman, her voice soft, with a hint of weakness on her inside. There is no need to look back, the cheese knows that the other party's health must not be very good. And when he stood up and turned his head, the woman standing on the riverbank not far behind him made his eyelids jump. She was so thin that even the narrow clothes that had been cut swayed like a pocket on her. If slenderness is an aesthetic preference, then she has crossed the boundaries of this aesthetic, and no one will consider this morbid thinness to be a beauty, unless he regards decay as a kind of aesthetics.

But even if there is beauty in decay, this beauty cannot be reflected in human beings, and looking at the woman in front of him, Cheese's mind can only think of famine, disease, despair and death. I have to say that with such a body, she can still stand there and talk to the mage as if nothing happened, this woman herself is surprising. It was this accident that completely attracted the mage's attention.

"Can you not look at me like that? I don't feel well. Anyone who gets stared at by cheese actually has a similar reaction. Because his gaze is special, there is no desire or calculation in it, and when he is stared at by a mage, it is like facing a machine, a machine that can analyze you from the inside out, from the skin to the bone. Not many people like this feeling, especially those who are sensitive to their own bodies, and people with disabilities are the most taboo to be mentioned about their disabilities, and for the same reason, the unusually thin woman felt that the mage did not think of herself as a human at all when she was observed.

"I'm sorry. Also, thanks for the reminder. Cheese blinked, and he could draw a lot of conclusions from the few seconds of observation. First of all, the so-called clothing on the girl's body was nothing more than two pieces of cloth sewn together, and the hood she wore on her head was more like a rag that was crudely tied to the neckline. Regardless of her unusual size, judging by her clothes alone, her life was very difficult. There are two possibilities, either she has no means of livelihood and no family, so she becomes poor. Or, she has family, but those family members have for some reason given up on maintaining her dignity.

Both possibilities exist, and they are not quite the same. If such a person appears in such a small town, then she can be regarded as an orphan regardless of whether she has living blood relatives or not. Cheese walked slowly out of the shallows, and he noticed that with each step he took, the woman consciously took a step back, and there seemed to be an invisible beam between them, pressing against their chests to keep them from approaching.

"You're not from this town. The woman said, her eyes unusually large because of the thinness of her whole face, which was irrepressibly reminiscent of the eyes of a dead fish.

Cheese's mind was thinking about coping strategies, and his instincts told him that there was something abnormal in this woman. But he couldn't open his magic horizon in front of the other party, which would undoubtedly frighten her, "I'm a passing traveler, and I'm stopping in this town. When I was thirsty, I wanted to come and get some water to drink. You won't let me drink the water here, but I've heard that this town is here to get water to drink. ”

"They're here to get water. However, the water should be allowed to stand and then boiled before drinking, so you will get sick if you drink it directly. The woman said patiently, not complacent about the ignorance of the cheese.

This allowed the mage to be sure of two more things. First, this person is not bad, at least in the broad sense of the word, she should be considered a good person. Second, she didn't know much. Pointing out that drinking the river water directly causes you to get sick is a sign of ignorance, because Cheese has already reported the identity of his traveler, and if a traveler doesn't even know this common sense, then he really has a problem. It can be seen that she is by no means knowledgeable, so for her, the fact that the water must stand and boil is a process that is only necessary for this river or even this section of the river. Because she didn't know what the water was like in other areas.

"I see, I see. Cheese nodded, but didn't mean to pour out the water from the cup. Just as he was considering what reason to use to continue to get more information from the woman's mouth, the other party took the initiative to stretch out a hand to him, and like her other exposed bodies, the arm was dry like air-dried bacon.

"I helped you, gave me something to eat. Such a simple logic made the mage not know how to deal with it for a while. Seeing the cheese's hesitation, the woman seemed to be in a little anxious, she took the initiative to take a step forward and repeated what she had just said. This time, she got a response. The mage groped around in a bit of a panic and found some uneaten jerky in his waist pocket, a snack they had used to relieve boredom and relieve their slight hunger as they made their way through the grasslands. It's just that before taking out the jerky, Cheese was a little hesitant, not because he was reluctant to take out the jerky, but because he was afraid that the hard jerky would hurt the other party's fragile digestive system.

Just as the thin woman took two more steps forward, begging for food and her tone became more agitated, heavy footsteps accompanied by a low shout came from the direction close to the town, "Get out of here, you witch!"

Hearing the angry shout, the woman was immediately struck by lightning, she subconsciously curled up, and fled into the low woods by the shallows in a panic. Cheese stretched out his hand to stop him, but he thought about it, and it was not a good thing to force the other party to stay at this time. Anyway, he already knew that there was such a person here, so he might as well wait and go to her later with food that was easy to chew and swallow. Now, he wanted to see the man who had driven her away.

It was a lumberjack, from the way he looked, to the way he dressed, and how he looked like a lumberjack. He had a large beard, hair that was curly and cluttered with eyebrows that almost covered his eyes, a stout and powerful frame, and a logging axe pinned to his waist that was more decorative than practical. This kind of axe is fine for cutting ordinary trees, but it is completely inadequate for cutting down really valuable trees. The man spat in the direction where the emaciated woman had disappeared, and then crushed it with his foot a few times. It is a quaint ritual of exorcism, and it is also a rather crude folk custom.

"You call her a witch, and I see only a poor woman. Cheese's tone was tinged with dissatisfaction. He had seen real witches, and he had good relations with some of them, so he knew that it was no accident that witches had a bad reputation among the people, and that they were indeed dangerous. But the more they understand the dangers of real witches, the more the mages can't accept that people think of ordinary women as witches, they are just transferring their fear of the unknown to these poor women, who have never really faced witches, and who dare not face real witches.

"Don't be fooled by her appearance, stranger. The woodcutter-like beard approached Cheese, and interestingly, although he was powerful, he was a little shorter than the mage, "She's been like that since three years ago, have you ever wondered how she survived these three years without shelter and food? ”

Not to mention this arbitrary basis for judgment, the mage did grasp a very useful piece of information from the other party's words, three years. According to the Captain of the Boat, the strange situation in this town has only happened recently. But this does not wash away the haze on the woman, she still has the value of being investigated.

"Okay, I see. Just when you're right, she's a witch. And what about you? Who are you?"

The bearded man patted his chest when he heard this, "Who am I? I'm an ordinary lumberjack in Jiefa Town, you can call me Bunyan." ”