Because the spider tamers have been with the big spiders they raise for a long time, just like those old hunters, this special way of life has many characteristics that make them different from ordinary people. The easiest way to identify a spider tamer is to look at their palms. This is because the Aatlanta spider needs to be domesticated from an early age, and the spider tamers have to get used to the smell of the spider from the larval stage. To achieve this, spider tamers will let the larvae feed on their hands.

It is said that the origin of this method is to imitate the habit of spider mothers foraging for food on their backs, so that the larvae mistakenly believe that the spider tamers are their mothers. Of course, spiders aren't chicks after all, they can't keep this warm memory for long, and cannibalism isn't a strange thing among insect-like creatures. But in this way, the spider larvae will at least treat the spider tamers as if they were their own kind. This opens up the possibility of further domestication of them.

In order to preserve this possibility, the palms of the spider tamers were riddled with holes in the bites of larvae that were not yet able to hunt accurately. There are even times when the venom glands of the larvae develop faster, and the spider tamers will be poisoned after being bitten. The tiny venom of the larvae certainly does not kill the spider tamers, but it can cause irreparable damage to their hands. The skin near their wounds will fester, and even after detoxification, the festering skin will leave ugly scars.

That's why the cheese asks to see the palms of the family. However, considering the possibility that the other party had a dog jumping off the wall, the mage's body tensed up after asking the question, ready to deal with the expected sudden attack. Cheese's eyes scanned back and forth over the faces of several people in the room, hoping to capture every change in expression. Unfortunately, however, the mage saw only doubt on the family's faces.

Because of Lothar's presence, although he was surprised by the order of the cheese, the man still took the lead in extending his palm after looking at his wife and children. It was a pair of hands that often did heavy work, covered in calluses and scars from carelessness. There was no doubt that this man was not the spider tamer that the mage was looking for.

With her father taking the lead, the middle-aged woman in the house and her children lined up to check the cheese's hands. The mage carefully examined the palms of the four hands, hoping to find a trace of what looked like he had been bitten by a spider, and his concentration made the others including Lothar have the illusion that this person had some special fetish.

"How's it going?" asked Lothar after Cheese had finished examining the youngest boy's palm. But in fact, there was no need for the mage to answer, and judging from the expression under the hood of the cheese, the Count knew that the other party had probably found nothing.

Cheese's eyes narrowed unconsciously, and he couldn't figure out what was wrong. The mage swept his gaze over the faces of several people in the room once more, and his instinct told him that there must be a spider tamer among them. But which one is it?

"How long have you been here?" the mage asked the man.

"Well, it's been at least three years. We were originally refugees from the Deno Territory, and it was only thanks to His Majesty the King that we were able to find a job here to support our families. The man replied in fear.

"Three years ago, there was a widespread wildfire that caused many people to lose their homes. In order to let the lords from all over the country respond to the call to take in refugees, His Majesty took the lead in creating many jobs for refugees in the royal capital. Knowing that Cheese didn't know much about the big and small things in the Greylion Kingdom, Lothar explained to the mage in a whisper.

In fact, there is no need for Lothar's explanation, and the cheese can see that the man is not lying. So, isn't the problem with him? But if this man is really a refugee who arrived here three years ago, as he says, and the others are really his family, how on earth did the spider tamers get mixed up in this family and go undetected? Thinking of this, the mage silently opened up another perspective, he looked at the hut and its people from a magical point of view, in which the material concealment would be meaningless.

From Cheese's eyes, most of the things in the house had only a rough monochrome outline, because there was no life or magic in them, whether it was rotten wood or buildings made of earth and stone. At this time, the mage's eyes of Lothar emitted a strong red light, which was a testament to the extreme exuberance of his life, and at the same time, Cheese also noticed that the Count of Montenegro's brain and heart were surrounded by two dark golden colors, it seemed that this lord had been blessed by some kind of existence. This is a new discovery.

Turning his gaze to the others, they all emitted a red glow of the same color as Lothar, but much weaker. Among them, the male hostess is stronger, the hostess is slightly weaker, and the children decrease according to their age...... Wait a minute! Cheese noticed something unusual through his own eyes, and the red glow on the girl who was the second oldest of the three children was not the color of ordinary people.

Ordinary people's anger is a very warm red, which makes people feel comfortable when they see it, but although the light on this girl's body looks no different from ordinary people at first glance, there is something dark red mixed in it. These things are obscured by the outer layer of red light, and if you don't look closely, it's normal to ignore the past. There weren't many scenarios in the mage's knowledge base, and he quickly realized what kind of situation he was facing.

In addition to the anomalous girl, Cheese discovers other little secrets in the house, which convinces the mage that he is right.

"Does this house have a cellar?" asked the mage, who looked like he was still looking down in contemplation.

"Yes, it is said that the original owner of this house built it. It's just that we don't have anything to store, so although we moved here for three years, we haven't touched it again except for one time at the beginning. The man said.

"Open it and I'll take a look. Cheese commanded, tilting his head at the same time. Lothar understood the mage's hints, and he walked between the other people and the man, intentionally or unintentionally, separating them from the man who was taking the mage to open the cellar.

"Yes, sir. The man naturally did not notice the movements of the Count of Montenegro, and he took the cheese to a corner of the room, and with great difficulty removed a large urn full of pickles. On the floor beneath the original urn, a wooden board covered the passage to the cellar.

"My lord, do you want to go down?" said the man to the cheese, taking the torch that had hung on the wall and lighting it for several years.

"No, you said there wasn't anything down there, did you?" replied Cheese. At the same time, he naturally took the torch in the hand of the man. Out of the corner of the mage's eye, he glanced at someone who was blocked by Lothar as he spoke.

"Yes, sir. The man was a little confused by the Cheese's actions, and from the moment the gray-robed man entered the door, it seemed that he was doing something completely incomprehensible to him. However, it seemed that even the adult in the golden armor seemed to be ordered by this person, and the man did not dare to say anything about Cheese's actions.

"Very well, then it shouldn't matter to you if I do this. As he spoke, Cheese threw the fire in his hand down the hole in the cellar. Although most of the people present did not see it clearly, Lothar could clearly see that the flames on the torch had changed from normal red to green before it entered the hole.

Strange to say, even if the torch is thrown into the cellar, which is determined by the male owner, nothing will happen to it, and even the torch will probably extinguish itself in a closed environment. However, as Cheese threw the torch into the cellar, a green flame poured out of the cellar's exit with an extremely strong momentum, and the fire was only for a moment. In a "crackling", like some kind of carapace being burned, the green fire disappeared as suddenly as it appeared. Only the air in the hut that warmed up a little was still proving that what had just happened was not a hallucination.

When everyone in the dwelling was surprised by what had just happened, the mage turned his head and turned his body in the direction of the mistress and the three children. Said with a smile.

"Well, your spider has been burned to death. Are you going to go with us, or do you want this lord next to you to tie you up and throw you down to accompany your spider?"