Frick walked down the steps of the church, approaching the boy who had stiffened from his defensive posture, and stopped when he was two or three steps away. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He glanced at the young man in front of him, there was still something in his mouth that he hadn't completely swallowed, but there was still a fierce look in Flick's eyes that couldn't be concealed. Just looking at the slightly comical appearance now, there is really no way to determine whether he is bluffing or really planning to fight Frick.

Vigilance - probably half of it is because of fear, even if it can make a menacing appearance, but no matter how you look at it, it is just a bluff. The reason why he didn't run away immediately was probably because he didn't want to expose his back to the enemy without knowing Frick's strength.

It wasn't the first time he had seen teenagers like him on the streets, and they knew very well how to tell their danger from the atmosphere. After all, weak creatures always have a way to survive, and if they can't gain an advantage by any means, then at least they should be vigilant.

If anyone walks into this remote path, they will probably see a strange scene: a tall and thin young man and a short teenager are glaring at each other, the young man is still holding an unfinished pie in his hand, and what was supposed to be for dinner is scattered on the ground because of the sudden rise.

Frick remembers someone saying that these street children living in the slums are like wild animals, and they don't hesitate to show hostility when you invade their territory. However, the immature minions obviously do not hurt the intruders, and more often than not, they choose to flee.

So he turned around, and couldn't help but turn around, and he opened his legs and tried to flee into the nearby alley. Once there, he has the confidence to escape from danger with his agility and familiarity with the terrain...... At least every time in the past.

This time, however, it wasn't so easy, and the moment he turned around, his shoulders were already grabbed by Frick as he strode forward. The hand, pale from the lack of sunlight, resembled the claws of a skeleton, clenched hard if the boy took another step.

Only then did Frick realize that the unfortunate man was stronger than he had imagined, not as thin and small as most of the street boys he had seen in the city. And those few strong muscles on his shoulders can also prove that he has received some training.

"It's for the sake of your health - I'd suggest you don't think about how to escape. ”

But in any case, those things that were not important, Frick just leaned over behind the boy and said in a low voice: "Although I have always disliked the use of violence to achieve results, a little bit of violence is necessary when communicating with a guy like you. If you understand, please swallow the bread in your mouth, after all, I can't talk to you properly. ”

Frick's focus on him isn't because of the coin purse he stole from, but because of the connections he can connect to, and the street kids who have magic and are already able to use them are not everywhere. If you let him run away so easily, it won't be easy to catch him again in the future.

It is said that eating a trench grows wiser, and what was followed and caught by Frick today will definitely make him more careful in the coming period. Then again, if he had been caught twice by the same person in a short period of time, this imp would have already been caught by someone else.

In that case, he would have either been beaten or sent to the garrison, and at worst he would have disappeared from the city. Who cares about the whereabouts of a habitual thief here at the Gate of the North, except for their parents?

Probably understanding his situation, the young man's tense body slowly lost its strength, and the magic gathered around his body also dispersed slightly. This was probably a sign that he had given up his resistance, and Frick, who agreed with this, let go of the hand that was holding his shoulder.

"Speak well?"

There was obvious hostility in his words, and even though he knew that Frick could easily beat him up, there was not the slightest hint of flattery: "Just tell me what you want to do, Mr. Scrivener?

It seems that he thinks of Frick as one of those who came to catch the thief, and perhaps he still remembers Frick's face, which is in the "fat sheep" that he once patronized. But he didn't really have anyone's wallet on him, except for the food that fell on the ground and it was not clear who the owner was, which was not considered stolen.

This is probably the reason why he dared to look at Frick with confidence, after all, even if he was actually sent to the guard, he would not have enough evidence to prove that he was a thief. He may have left countless criminal records in the hands of the garrison, but it also means that he is extremely good at dealing with security officers.

However......

"Oh, really?"

He sneered and snapped his fingers lightly: "Then I'll tell you a good thing, or 'experience'." Sometimes when you touch someone else's something, don't want to use it for yourself just because you see a beautiful pattern on it, especially if the thing reacts to magic. ”

As his magic began to flow, a small light also emitted from one of the pockets of the boy's baggy shirt, and he wanted to subconsciously cover it, but immediately stopped. There was no doubt that it was Frick's coin purse, and the words that I don't remember when I wrote on it happened to be proof now—although the coin purse might have the same style, the magic attached to it would not.

Flick scoured the coin purse from the boy's pocket, and several symbols painted on it were still flashing to show his presence. However, what made him not know what to do was that the coin purse was no longer a coin in it, but it was full of nuts.

It seems that the imp did take Flick's coin purse for himself, and after spending the last coin in it, he used it to fill it with today's loot. Neither of them could say a word now, and Flick was more helpless than the discouraged stiffness of the teenager.

"Originally, I didn't mind leaving you thief in the hands of the guards, and the stall owners would probably be happy as well - but I don't think the guards have that much time to deal with a ghost like you. After a while, he said to the boy, "I need your help, and you should be willing to help me, right?"

Children like this teenager who live in the slums are easily tempted to do all sorts of things, after all, a few bills are enough for them. However, Frick felt that this teenager might be a little different, and he was not so easily convinced.

It's certainly not a fantasy that he can be "special" just because he has magical powers, after all, if someone teaches him how to use his innate talents, it will probably teach him something else, most likely including how to be clever in the face of trouble.

However, he had shown the utmost sincerity - or at least he thought so - to "ask" him for some information for himself, and said that he would be compensated for his actions. As for the coins in the coin bag, it was intended to be paid as a commission, and when the boy got the information that met the requirements for him, he would be paid according to the value of the messages.

To put it bluntly, there may not be any rumors in this city that spread faster than the small circle of street boys. Even if there is a good chance that they have gone through countless refueling and vinegaring, they can always hear some news from their mouths that they usually don't know.

Who cares about these kids chasing and fighting in the streets? So few people would hide their identities from these street boys running by their side. So even if at least half of the ten sentences they say are nonsense, they can't easily ignore the valuable part.

"And how am I supposed to find you?" the boy flickered to Frick with a puzzled gaze, clutching the change bag that had been thrown back into his hand, "You can't go to the big library and go to the janitor somewhere and say, 'There's a strange scrivener who gave me a sum of money to inquire about him,' can you?"

It seems that he has a deep dissatisfaction with the janitor of the library, and he can't figure out when he ran into the library courtyard and was kicked out. And the reason for this embarrassing encounter is probably because these street children are dirty and are regarded as beggars or thieves by the doormen.

- To be precise, he is indeed a thief.

"There's no need. ”

So he chose to reply: "You just need to memorize the relevant news that you usually hear, and I will naturally find you when necessary." As for other irrelevant news, you can also collect a lot of information, and I can consider buying it with the money that matches the value when the time comes. ”

From his point of view, he is also unwilling to push things too hard, lest this little ghost do something troublesome and end up leading himself into a trap. But it is not possible to leave his actions unchecked, because he still has value and can be used as a long-term informant.

Then it is enough to maintain the potential for "trading" and "supervision" in this way.

And the rest of the message is one sentence: "By the way, when you go back, you will talk to the person who taught you how to use magic, if it is convenient for him, tomorrow...... No, in two days' time, at this time, I'd like to ask him a trip to Hansquay on Callaris Street—and if he hadn't come, I'd probably consider taking the initiative to pay him a visit. ”

In fact, that's what he cares about the most.