When the boy opened his eyes, he saw a delicate shop, not only the floor, but also the high ceiling that looked very clean.

The owner of the shop was the man who sat at the workbench, the man was very tall, he was often expressionless and focused on his work, the man rarely spoke, it should be said that he gave up talking.

You can't communicate with a dumb person, can you?

The boy closed his eyes again, he didn't know how many days had passed now, and apparently there was no need to know.

Keep the promise and stay who you are.

......

...

The Merchant tried to make an attempt on the slave boy when he woke up, but the results were not satisfactory, the boy seemed unable to speak, although the Merchant had made other attempts, but with little effect, and the way the three bounty hunters got along with each other was not small, and the Merchant found that this did not meet his expectations.

After all, it was the first time, and the merchant was not in a hurry, he had enough time to study the object this time.

The antique shop door was pushed open, and a man dressed as a ranger entered. The merchant frowned and voluntarily stopped working.

"Oh, it's been a long time since I've seen my old friend, and you're still ...... Hmmm, that's a novelty, there's a little customer in this shop. ”

The merchant replied as he cleaned up the workbench, "It's a slave." ”

The man noticed that the boy who was already cowering in the corner shrank again, touched his chin and replied, "I think it's important for you to tell me the whole story." ”

Merchant: "Before that, Hank, you have more to explain to me. ”

Hank: "Uh...... You mean about Ville?"

The merchant did not answer, and if he asked knowingly again, it would be a nonsense and a pure waste of time.

Hank: "Okay, of course I'll talk to you about it, after you explain this little guy to me. ”

Click.

The merchant snapped his fingers, and the slave boy fell asleep in the corner.

Hank: "Oh, I wouldn't advise you to do that to a child. ”

So saying, he sat down across from the merchant, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, stuck out his tongue, and said, "Well, your taste is as strange as ever. ”

The merchant knocked on the table and reminded, "Explain, if you don't want to be thrown out by me." ”

Hank made a gesture of invitation, and the merchant looked at him for a while before slowly opening his mouth to tell Hank what had happened to Shadow Wolf Mountain and his party.

Hank: "So, you're trying to get a sense of humanity from this kid? I mean the good side. ”

Merchant: "What, don't you suggest?"

Hank withdrew: "Of course not, on the contrary, I think this is a good attempt, active is always better than passive." ”

Merchant: "I used to take the initiative. ”

Hank: "Oh old friend, those were just bad luck to not be able to generalize the word 'human' by those things, which was too hasty. ”

Businessmen disagree with Hank's statement that human inferiority is deeply rooted in the soul, and they like to put themselves in the position of being a victim with an offensive "weapon" in their hands.

Kind charity allows people to thank you, and they will thank you for one day, and when the charity is interrupted one day, all you get is their questioning and scolding. Stupid, lazy, lazy, and lazy, human beings are greedy creatures who only want to get and don't want to give, and what is more excessive is that they always like to justify their own despicability in order to seek psychological comfort.

Wolf Hidden Town is the best proof of this.

Although Vissenie and kindness are not related.

Hank seems to know what the other party thinks, he doesn't want to argue with the merchant on this issue, based on what happened to the other party before, he can only make a difference if he has experienced the goodness of human beings firsthand, and all this must be built on bonding.

Adopting a human child is a good start.

Hank changed the subject and said, "Okay, then it's time for me to tell you about the master of Devonburg, Will. ”

He picked up the teacup and tried to moisten his throat, but thinking about it, the cup of tea would only further destroy his throat and then pollute his stomach.

Hank: "I think Vir has already had his first contact with you, right, but I appreciate Vir alone, at least he's an interesting guy, isn't he?"

Hank tries to find a common ground with the merchant, but he fails, and he shouldn't force a guy who doesn't even get along with human children to get along with a marquis.

Hank: "Well, while he seems to me to be an interesting guy, there's no denying there's a pride in him that no one else can bend to, which is obviously not flattering. Will must have told you what happened to him, the curse is not my concern, the caster of the curse is. ”

Hank adjusts his attitude, he needs to tell the businessman with a serious attitude, so that he will get the attention of the other party.

"This conjurcerer is the one I've been tracking down for a long time, you know I like to travel outside, it makes me know a lot of things, and this guy, this hidden conjurer has been looking me for a while, he's not a smart guy, but definitely a cautious guy, this is the first time he's shown his feet, my old friend, do you know what that means?"

Merchant: "Means that what you say doesn't count as an answer at all." ”

Hank raised his hands in surrender and said, "Don't be like this, don't you have any trust in me based on our friendship for so many years?"

An awkward silence ensued, so embarrassed that Hank silently lowered his hands and took a sip of strange tea.

The merchant sighed: "Well, depending on the situation, I can't get useful information from you, so I'll leave this matter aside, but I want to make it clear that I don't plan to help this human lift the curse." ”

Hank: "Of course, it's just a request from a friend, not a request, and you have the right to decide." He glanced back at the slave boy in the corner, "Then let's talk about this kid now." ”

Merchant: "What's the matter?"

Hank: "Of course I tried before I came. ”

This is a topic that the businessman cares about, so he said it all without missing anything.

......

Hank propped his forehead for a while, "What you said is what you think, the so-called 'attempt'?"

The merchant nodded.

Hank: "Call a kid 'Hey'?"

Merchant: "He's mute and can't say his name." ”

Hank: "Can't you tell him to write it?"

Merchant: "Based on his situation, I don't think he knows how to write. ”

Hank: "......"

Hank: "And then, and then you throw food in front of him every day and leave it alone?"

Merchant: "Humans need to eat, and they can feed themselves except for toddlers, and every time I prepare good food, he doesn't eat it all." ”

Hank: "Oh my God, come on, he's a slave, he must not have eaten a good meal before, and now that there are so many good foods every day, can he not eat a little left?"

Merchant: "So I'm doing the right thing?"

Hank: "I...... This...... You ......"

Hank shook his head, intending to stabilize his emotions first, and after taking a deep breath, he asked, "And then, and then you haven't paid attention to him again?"

Merchant: "I'm thinking about ways to work and thinking as I go, so I'll put him aside for the time being." Do you think you can better get in touch with this slave by knowing about his past?"

Hank: "I believe you can communicate with him, but before that you have to change, the first step is to stop mentioning the word 'slave' in front of him. ”

Merchant: "I'm just stating a fact. ”

Hank is going crazy, he doesn't understand why a smart guy who can take anything in stride looks like an idiot in front of him.

Hank: "Okay, that's all for now, I think I need to teach you a lesson before you get in touch with this kid a second time. ”

......

...

Mike had a dream.

The dream was very chaotic, he dreamed that he was running, it was dark around him, and it was difficult to breathe, and Mike found himself running at night with a black hood, his right hand being dragged by someone, and someone in front of him to lead the way, and the voice was very familiar to him, it was Jasmine.

The next moment he was back in the underground cage.

Jasmine came to her in a panic, she was a little incoherent, and Mike could only barely make out the meaning in her jumbled words.

"Don't speak, be quiet, trust me. ”

"Run, run away from Mike. ”

He was then hooded, and Jasmine took him by the hand and began to take him out of the cage.

Through the hood, Mike could hear Jasmine and the guards talking.

"This is the slave that Captain Gog wanted?"

"Yes, Master Gog asked me to bring it to him now. ”

"On a big night like this, our captain doesn't want you as a woman, but wants a child?"

"Of course, you can question the token that Lord Gog gave me, the ring he wears on his body, and ask him personally, but I can't take any responsibility for the time wasted in the meantime. ”

“...... Tsk, get out of my sight with this little brute, you lowly slave!"

Mike could feel Jasmine's nervousness, her body was stiff, and he thought it must be Jasmine trying to suppress the tremors all over.

The next moment the screen changes again.

Mike, hooded, stopped, and the only sound in his ears was Jasmine's heavy breathing.

Jasmine: "Mike...... Hah, get out of this place...... Hah, you shouldn't be here...... Ha, you shouldn't have sold it to those nobles and died in some alley that no one cared about. Mike could feel the other man's hands on his face, "Son, take my freedom and leave this place, this is the only thing I ...... Be strong, be strong and live, Mike. ”

The hood is slowly removed.

Under the moonlight, Jasmine sparkled all over, was it the silver frost of the moon? Is it sweat? Or is it the sadness in Jasmine's eyes? Mike didn't know, he only knew that Jasmine at this moment was so beautiful that it made people feel distressed.

"Let's go, Mike. ”

These were the last words I heard.

......

...

A little cacophony woke up the slave boy, he opened his eyes and wiped his face, and found himself in tears in his sleep, but he couldn't remember what he had just dreamed, he forgot the content, the important, the content not to forget.

"Hey little one, are you awake?"

A voice came from his head, the slave boy looked up, and a man with a smile on his face wearing a funny apron and a charred pot in his hand indicated that the man was trying to cook.

"I said, you're only going to make a mess when you cook. ”

The man looked back and replied, "Oh don't, my old friend, I just wanted to help." ”

Then his gaze returned to the slave boy, and the man smiled, "Good morning, what would you like for breakfast?"