The Crow Castle is home to the wizard's tower of Viara, the witch who claims to rule the desert.

This somewhat neurotic witch sent people to this lakeside village more than a hundred years ago to demand that the porcelain people pay the deed tax.

Although the porcelain tribe living here was very disgusted with this inexplicable witch Viala, they did not resist but paid the deed tax every ten years according to the witch Viala's request, and made a deferential appearance in exchange for the right to live.

But for some reason, the tax collection team that arrived here from the Crow Castle three days ago was on a killing spree, not only taking away all the deed taxes that would be collected after two years, but also requiring the porcelain people to pay their future contracts on an annual basis, otherwise they would be expelled from here.

"Honorable lord, the porcelain tribe has lived here for hundreds of years, and this is not anyone's territory," the old man was dizzy, but when he told these things, the old man of the porcelain village did not stutter. "Because you arrived shortly after the people of the Crow Castle left, the villagers will attack you......"

Listening to the old man in the porcelain village, Raymond had already made a probe of their strength.

These porcelain figures who do not have mental power fluctuations have relatively strong physical fitness, and the strength and agility of the strong ones among them are slightly higher than those of ordinary knights, but the ordinary physique of up to thirty points will make them have extremely high magic resistance.

"If I hadn't been a wizard, I would have been killed by you just now," Raymond, whose face had been gloomy, was very dissatisfied with the old man's evasive remarks. "Do you think telling a tragic story can be used as an explanation?"

"Your Excellency, you trespassed into this small building, and you also tried to enter the basement," the elder of the porcelain village said in a respectful tone. But the implication is implicit accusation. "This is the only place in our village where we can hide......"

But before the elder of the porcelain village could finish speaking, an old woman behind him suddenly pointed to a closet next to him and shouted, but she tried to rush over, but was stopped by the two male porcelain people beside her.

Raymond, who frowned, couldn't help but turn his gaze to the direction of the old woman's finger, but when he saw what was happening, his pupils shrank and he was shocked.

The young girl who had just been frightened and hid in the closet, her hands covered her mouth were still intact, but when Raymond was talking to the elders of the porcelain village. There were only two fingers left on her palm!

There were still some fine pieces of porcelain on her bloodless lips, and after finding that Raymond's eyes were looking at her again, the young girl who bit only two fingers left made a soft "click" sound again, and a finger was bitten off the palm again.

Frightened young girl. There was fear in her eyes, but there was no painful expression on her face. Stood there as if I was scared stupid. And while the small mouth squirmed, he continued to stuff the fingerless palm into his mouth.

"What's going on!" Raymond, who was stunned and had a slightly numb hair, turned his head and asked the porcelain elder. "What would she eat her fingers for!"

"She doesn't feel pain, that's what she does when she's frightened," a look of helplessness appeared on his face, and the elder of the porcelain village lowered his head and pleaded. "Little Audemars Piguet is a poor child. Will you be able to allow us to handle it for her?"

Raymond's face sank completely, turned around and walked out of this room, and with one of his snaps of fingers to the porcelain people in the room who were imprisoned by the magic vines, the magic vines on his body immediately and completely dissipated.

A faint anger gathered in his chest. But Raymond was curious about the existence of these porcelain figures, so he shouted in a deep voice as he walked down the corridor to the living room. "I'm waiting for you outside, it's not over yet!"

A chaotic and muffled shout immediately sounded behind him, and Raymond felt a faint ache in his heart after sitting on the sofa in the living room.

His heart was beating violently, and Raymond felt a heartache when he thought of the young girl's dazed and frightened expression, because looking at the little porcelain girl just now, he couldn't help but think of the scene when he first saw little Stasi.

The same cowering and timid eyes, the same thin little body that seemed to be blown away by the breeze, and the slender and tender little hands disappeared when he didn't pay attention!

Raymond, who pursed his lips, waited for a moment and then saw the appearance of the porcelain elder, followed by the delicate and cute porcelain girl who had just been kicked into the basement by him, but her face was full of curiosity and doubt.

"Honorable lord, I am Hewlett of this village," Seeing that Raymond's expression was very heavy, the porcelain elder who bowed his head did not dare to sit down, but introduced the situation of the little girl. "Thank you for your leniency, little Audemars Piguet is not a big problem......"

Raymond was a little taken aback by Hewlett's words, and he didn't wait for him to finish before he asked. "Can you recover your eaten fingers?"

"Because the proportion of the damage is relatively small, it can also restore her fingers," said the old Hewlett of the porcelain village, with an apologetic look on his face. "Because we don't need to eat and drink, we don't even have utensils to entertain you......"

Keenly grasped the potential meaning of old Hewlett's words, and his eyes flashed with the inquisitive Raymond, and his curiosity was aroused. "Since little Audemars Piguet's fingers can be recovered, why are these people hiding in the basement all limb, will it take time for them to recover?"

Old Hewlett shook his head and smiled bitterly, and sadness appeared on his face. "The villagers hiding in the basement have no hope of recovery, they are so badly damaged that it is impossible to recover on their own. ”

Speaking of this, there was a noisy and chaotic sound of footsteps from the corridor behind, and soon the old porcelain woman who had found little Audemars Piguet gnawing on her fingers pulled little Audemars Piguet out with a ruddy face.

A crisp sound like a porcelain knock came from the old woman's mouth, and the little Audemars Piguet, who was being pulled by her, bowed her head to Raymond as she spoke, and whispered a few syllables, and then hid behind the old woman as if she was shy.

Raymond, who had followed the little girl's gaze since she appeared, focused on her palm.

The tender little hands were wrapped in the whole place, and the shape of the five fingers was also extremely obvious.

Looking at the little Audemars Piguet who was hiding behind the old woman and poked his head out with a curious face, Raymond followed and asked about the old Hewlett of the porcelain village. "She's already eaten all ten fingers, so what's in that bandage now?"

"The injured part is smaller, so it can be replaced with a special porcelain powder to make her fingers condense again. Seeing that Raymond was questioning about this, the old Hewlett patiently explained and at the same time called his hand at the old woman with little Audemars Piguet. "You just have to look at it to see it. ”

With a hesitant expression on her face, the old porcelain woman still took the little girl Audemars Piguet and walked over and stood in front of Raymond.

After pushing the little girl Audemars Piguet directly in front of Raymond, the old woman carefully unwrapped the bandage wrapped in her palm and displayed the little girl Audemars Piguet's palm in front of Raymond.

In the bandage that was used as a fixed plate of white porcelain, there were many fine pieces of porcelain slag on the part of the little girl's fingers, and a substance like water was used as a binder, so that the porcelain slag was glued to the palm of the little girl's hand.

The expression on his face softened, and Raymond, who smiled at little Audemars Piguet, gently twisted a little of this sticky porcelain slag with his fingers and put it in the palm of his hand after the fear in her eyes disappeared.

The white substance, which resembles porcelain powder, still has a bitter smell at the end of the nose, and the liquid used as a medium is like water, but it is extremely viscous and transparent.

Remembering this liquid substance that could be used as a binder, Raymond's face became stunned after he gave the command to retrieve the chip...... (To be continued......)