Ten minutes later, the leader of the nomadic tribe recovered from his confusion. Then he ordered the tribesmen to start packing their things and decided to leave before the sun set.
As for Rikka who disappeared, he had no time to take care of him. He was always an outsider and had no other feelings except for business dealings.
Even in the eyes of the old man, Rikka and Boom have already become disaster stars. If it weren't for you two, how could the tribe disrupt the plan and rush to the next habitat early?
The words were divided into two parts. At this time, Boom was sitting in the carriage, his body was tied tightly with ropes, and his mouth was blocked with rags. This is a common method to prevent magicians from casting spells.
But they failed to calculate that Boom could do ventriloquism, so their chest squirmed and a fireball instantly condensed in his palm.
Boom did not intend to escape, but wanted to use his storage bag as a road sign. Because he believed that Rikka would definitely find her. This trust came from the fusion of souls between the two.
Rikka, who followed quietly, certainly lived up to her expectations. She put Boom's storage bag into the dimensional space and ran towards Ogu City again.
"The scum of scum, the scum of scum!"
"It's really an embarrassment to the Secret Magic Guild and Lord Yuri!"
"There is nothing wrong with learning at a young age, but I want to challenge the existence that is beyond my reach!"
"Burn him to death! Send him to the stake! We will never associate with the garbage of Aogu City!"
Boom was being led by a rope and walking slowly on the street. People who came to inquire pointed at him, their faces full of contempt.
Rotten eggs and rotten vegetable roots were flying in the air, stones kept hitting the walls, and all kinds of garbage instantly covered the entire street.
Boom lowered his head. This was the only thing he could do now. This was not because he felt any shame or shame, but because he wanted to prevent his eyes from being hurt.
The blood flowed down the hair to the face, and then gathered at the tip of the chin, finally staining the black robe on the body. But the embroidered petals with blood seemed to be integrated with the sunset.
Rikka always followed the advancing team, and her hands in the robe always maintained the shape of short blades. But she did not shed tears, nor did she act impulsively.
The crowd was still moving, and Boom had no intention of looking for Rikka at this time. He only felt that the journey was very long, and it was so long that he was exhausted.
Without the magic crystal, you can't restore magic power through the petal magic pattern on the palm of your hand. Without the black wood staff, you can't even fart, let alone fireballs.
At this time, Boom missed the steel knife given to Rikka. If he could keep it with him, he would have many more chances to survive.
As a native of Augu City, Boom naturally knows best what the dark prison is. It is a forbidden place that everyone avoids.
Although Boom looks very embarrassed now, and his spirit is extremely depressed because he cannot recover his magic power in time after the battle. But he really wants to laugh and laugh out loud.
"I never thought that when I had nothing before, even though I was in danger of starving to death every moment, I would never be held captive by the city guards."
"Although I have become a junior magician and am the only space-based magician, I am about to be thrown into a dark prison."
As Boom thought, his steps became slower and slower. More and more throwing objects hit him, and more and more scars appeared on his skin.
But because of this, the city guards who escorted him raised wooden sticks and immediately beat Boom. The ground kept dilating in his pupils, and the heat in his nose was so warm.
Less than fifty meters away from the black cell, Boom was dragged by the city guards like an old dog that couldn't stand upright.
The black robe was torn, and his fingernails were curled. There was a smile on Boom's face, without any resistance or wailing. The sky was gray, like the night before the black rain started.
As the door of the black cell slowly closed, the spectators gradually dispersed. After handing over Boom, the city guards turned around and left quickly.
The long corridor is made of huge rocks on all sides. The dim candlelight dances in the evening breeze, and the figures on the ground dance like demons.
The hemp ropes turned into iron chains, and the robe was thrown into the furnace. Naked, Boom walked forward amidst the scoldings of the prison guards.
The iron door made a loud noise, and the only light dimmed, eventually turning into endless darkness. Boom turned and looked around. He was not alone here. There were more than ten unlucky people in the small space. But everyone was squatting on the ground quietly, no one took the initiative to speak, and no one even looked at Boom. Seeing this, Boom retreated to the wall and kept groping with his hands, but he didn't find anything to save his life. p>
The smell of feces and urine lingered in the prison, mixed with the unique smell of dried blood, and mixed with the seasonings of carrion and maggots.
Boom frowned. He was not worried about what he was about to face now, because this was his own life trajectory.
But Rikka is different. As a contracted beast, if anything happens to Boom, Rikka will definitely go to the Hall of Valor with him.
"The little girl must be standing in an alley somewhere right now. I don't know what she will do. I don't know if she will go to the Lion Bar for a drink at night."
Boom thought so, a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth. However, at this moment, the iron door was pushed open from the outside, and Boom was immediately pulled out of the cell by two guards.
A moment later, Boom was tied to a stake like a salted fish on a chopping board. This is one of the secret rooms where prisoners are interrogated, and it is more like Death's playground.
There was no inquiry, no boring opening remarks, and no sympathy at all. The barbed whip screamed, and the iron-plated stick waved out the afterimage.
Boom drooped his head. The blood prevented him from opening his eyes, and the pain made his body lose consciousness. His blood was printed on the confession document. After all this was done, another group of people entered the room.
The familiar fireball floated in the room, and then collided with Boom's chest. The fighting spirit cut his arms and thighs, and even turned into spikes and pierced into his abdomen.
At this time, Boom looked like a bloody man. There was not a single intact part of his body. But the most fatal injuries were the magic burns on his chest and the puncture wounds on his abdomen.
His consciousness gradually began to fade, and Boom did not know how many times he had bitten the tip of his tongue. Because only pain can keep him awake, because only by being awake can he have hope of living.
Everything in front of him became increasingly blurry, but Boom saw what he once looked like, an orphan from the royal city who rummaged through the trash every day.
At the same time, he also met the relative he had always missed. The little girl named Rikka who was born in the dome and has always been dependent on him.
There is only Boom in the stone room now. When dawn comes again, he will be thrown into the garbage dump. The black jail's attitude towards such poor people who dare to offend the nobles has always been so firm.
Time passed slowly, and finally Boom fixed his memory in the dense forest, on Rikka eating barbecue.
Closing his eyes, Boom felt instantly relieved. His heartbeat became more and more viscous, but this feeling was a temptation that he could not resist now.