In the sunset, Rikka and Boom walked towards the direction of Ogu Castle. The former admired the other from the bottom of his heart today, and he recognized the other's strength.
But Boom is very tired now, because the last flaming meteor was the strongest blow after emptying the magic power stored in the black wood staff.
"Rikka, what do you think is wrong with me now?" Boom took the other person's water bag and asked softly.
"Well... I feel that speed is still too difficult. The battle between my brother and the magician can be completely won, but if he encounters a fighting spirit professional, then..." Rikka hesitated, fearing that it would hurt Boom too much.<
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Boom sighed, he naturally knew this problem. But the magic circle is carved with the magic power in the body, and the only thing that determines its speed is "skilled".
There is a very clear description of this in the parchment, but a thousand words are just one sentence. Only continuous practice can reduce the casting time.
Not long later, the two returned to Aogu City, still walking separately to avoid exposing the wooden house used for escape. But Boom decided to have a good meal today.
As the person who knows Rikka best, Boom naturally knows that the other party's ability does not appear out of thin air, nor does it come without a price.
Although the transformed Rikka is powerful and is not afraid of any magic or fighting spirit attacks, her power is constantly being consumed, which is why she often feels sleepy.
So Boom didn't want to bother Rikka with cooking tonight, but walked into a restaurant and sat down at the table. This was a small restaurant in a slum area, with not many diners, but the food was quite delicious.<
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Boom ordered a plate of beef with soy sauce, and after thinking about it, ordered a pot of ale. Rikka, on the other hand, ordered a whole table of food under the different eyes of the landlady.
There was no communication between the two from beginning to end, but Rikka always secretly threw the delicious food on her plate to Boom when no one was looking.
Boom couldn't laugh or cry at this behavior, thinking that he was not a puppy. But he was also happy with it. In his heart, this was the embodiment of family affection.
After the meal, the two of them walked towards the small courtyard, but just as they were about to arrive, Boom suddenly felt a small hand reaching towards him. To be more precise, it reached towards his waist.
Rikka in front shook her shoulders. She was a contracted beast, so she could naturally sense this kind of thing. Boom, on the other hand, smiled, dodged left and right, and walked towards a dark alley.
He has lived in a slum since he was a child, so how could he not know the other party's plans? But what makes him feel ridiculous is that one day he will also be targeted.
Is it because my coarse linen clothes are too new? Is it because my identity has been exposed? Is the other party a master at pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger?
Boom's thoughts spread like leaps and bounds, and at this time, he also turned into a deep dark alley.
There is an unfathomable sadness in the silence. Is it the breath of the wind, or the fluctuations in my heart? Or maybe it's just hunger or fear of death.
The other person was a child smaller than himself, his whole body was dirty, and his clothes had seven or eight patches. And his right hand was frozen in the air at this time.
"Now that you've been discovered by me, why don't you run away?" Boom said slowly.
The little boy was stunned when he heard this, but then he was about to turn around and leave. But Rikka had already blocked the alley, looking at him with a cold face.
After experiencing the successive tragedies in the black market and the small mountain village, Rikka gradually abandoned those illusions. At this time, in her eyes, the other party was just a being who planned to harm Boom.
The short blade in his sleeve slowly spilled out, and Rikka looked up at Boom. The meaning was self-evident. Boom shook his head and had no intention of killing the opponent.
"What's your name? Where are you from? Why are you following me?" Boom asked again, his eyes were cold and there was a hint of cruelty in his voice.
The little boy kept his head lowered, neither spoke nor ran away. He was seen squatting on the ground, using his arms to protect his vitals.
There was silence, and no one spoke in the dark alley. Seeing the other party like this, Boom reached out to pick up a piece of wood, raised his hand and whipped the other party hard.
There was no blood, no wailing, no begging for mercy, and no stopping. Boom kept beating the opponent, but the opponent remained silent.
Rikka, who was standing not far away, had her eyelids twitching wildly. Today was the first time she had seen Boom so cruel, or almost crazy.
"Brother..." Rikka was the first to speak. She didn't care about the strange boy, but she was very worried about Boom's condition.
"What? Are you disappointed? I've always been like this. I've always liked to reach out to others' waists, but I know when to beg for mercy!" Boom's eyes were blood red, and his body also glowed with a faint fluorescent light.<
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This is a manifestation of the chaos of magic power and the passive behavior of a magician under extreme anger.
"I don't have a name. I'm an orphan. I was hungry and I wanted to steal money to buy a piece of black bread." The little boy lay on the ground and suddenly said.
"Go on! This is not what I want to hear!" Boom did not lower his head after hearing this, but still held the wooden stick high.
"The Black Rain Moon is coming. I want to get more money. I don't want to die!" The little boy roared, but his voice was a little distorted due to his injuries.
On the last day of the Beaver Moon, the drizzle arrives as expected, like the sigh of the gods, and even more like an established sacrament before death.
No matter which land we are in, no matter in the city or in the abyss, no matter whether the sky will be shattered tomorrow, since we are alive, we must continue to live.
However, this world is the only and absolutely fair. If Boom wants to become a magician, he will have to bear the risk of being hunted down by the Arcane Union in the future.
The same is true for this little boy. If he wants to survive the coming cold moon and survive the dark rainy night, he will have to endure a severe beating after being discovered.
"Who taught you this method? Don't tell me that you are self-taught." Boom waved the stick again, and another scar appeared on the opponent's body.
"No one taught me, I just did it after seeing others do it." The little boy's eyes were cold, as if his body was not his own.
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"Then what did you learn from today's failure?" Boom hit the opponent again, the force showed no sign of weakening, and even increased a bit.
"I learned to get a weapon, preferably a dagger, so that I can kill you first next time." The little boy's answer was what Boom expected, but it made Rikka frown.
She doesn't care about the other person's life or death, and she can stab him to death immediately as long as Boom nods. But she is not a sadist and does not like torturing prey that is about to die.
"Give you ten seconds, this is my last mercy." Boom said coldly.
The little boy picked up the things on the ground, lowered his head and ran out of the dark alley. But Rikka, who was leaning sideways, looked even more confused, wondering why his brother let him go.
"He is very much like me three years ago. I feel that if he can survive, he might be able to get another parchment and another you one day." Boom leaned against the wall, the dizziness felt again.
Arrival.
Rikka didn't say anything because she knew what Boom meant. When she just passed by the little boy, she saw clearly the injuries on his body.
Although Boom gave him a severe lesson, the wounds were all bruises and redness. Although they looked scary, they would heal within a week.
As for the head, limbs, and front, there were no injuries at all.
"Brother, I realized that you are a bad person, and there is something wrong with that piece of bread." Rikka and Boom leaned against the wall side by side.
After hearing this, Boom did not speak anymore, but took the lead to walk out of the dark alley and crawled back to the small courtyard through the tunnel in the wooden house. Rikka rolled her eyes and then left.
Under a certain stone bridge, the little boy broke open the piece of bread and saw a few gold coins stuffed inside.
The drizzle fell on his face, staining his bright eyes, and finally gathered in the corners of his eyes, becoming increasingly warm.