Two days later, Rikka got a dragon crystal and several ancient books. The old count did not break his promise, but he was the only one who came today.
Rikka looked at the carriage that was slowly driving towards Ogu City, with no expression on her face. Her promise seemed like empty words, because God knew whether the baby would be killed.
Today she will not rob the mercenary group, nor will she hunt wild beasts. Because tonight is the day to hang lanterns, and it is also the day to trade magic crystals with that noble servant.
As the sun set, Rikka skipped out of the small courtyard and walked towards the black market trading ground. However, as time passed by, she never saw that familiar figure.
A bad premonition arose spontaneously. Rikka thought for a moment, then tightened her hood and left quickly. Looking in the direction, she saw the slums of Ogu City.
In the Earl's Mansion, in the side room, a young boy is beating another boy. The difference is that the former is wearing a robe representing a magician, while the latter is wearing coarse linen.
"Master, please stop beating me. Please go around me. I have a girl at home." The boy cried miserably, but what he got in return was a new round of beatings.
"Hit me! Beat me hard! I'm so angry that I raised a waste like you and you actually learned to steal." The earl's concubine opened his eyes angrily and threw the whip to the other servants.
The thing is very simple. The young servant originally stole property because his child was sick, but over time he developed a habit. Not only did he steal a large amount of magic crystals every month, he even developed the idea of making handicrafts for the Earl's palace. p>
But who would have thought that the incident would happen today. Just as he was putting the stolen things into his arms, he happened to be caught by the guards, and he ended up with his skin and flesh torn to pieces.
And this person is the noble servant who has been trading magic crystals with Rikka, and the black wood staff in Boom's hand was also made by this person.
The earl is a title that is neither high nor low, but even so, it is not a being that common people can easily mess with. Not to mention that there is a descendant of a magician, although his qualifications are mediocre and his personality is violent.
This was the third whip. All the servants lowered their heads, and even some maids had already cried and their eyes were red. In the eyes of these people, although the person being tortured could not be said to be very kind, he usually looked down without looking up.
People.
But now it looks like a skinned pig, with all ten fingers cut off, and the Achilles tendons of both feet are bloody. As for the two streams of liquid flowing out of the eye sockets, they have long since dried up and turned into scabs.
"What did you say? Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot that your tongue was just eaten by a dog." The young magician playfully poked the other person, but with a torch.
Tsk! A smell of meat spread in the room. The young magician slowly picked up the wine glass and closed his eyes as if he was enjoying the best food.
But the servants turned their heads away one after another, not wanting to see the miserable torture. Some of them even retched repeatedly, but in the end they swallowed the gastric juice back into their stomachs.
For aristocratic families, theft is a crime that can never be forgiven. It is understandable that subordinates make mistakes, and even continuous mistakes can be forgiven, but theft is not allowed.
This is an act that is extremely harmful to one's own interests, and there have even been cases where servants emptied the treasury. Therefore, in today's Augu continent, and even in the entire world, thieves are the most severely punished group, even more than ordinary people.
murderer.
Therefore, although this young man was tortured all day long, no one dared to offer any advice. This does not mean that people have lost their humanity. How many people can remain graceful if their money is stolen?
But the fate of most thieves is to be killed. Even if they suffered some torture, they were not as miserable as before.
On the branch under the moon, the young magician broke the third whip before ordering someone to kill the other party. As for the previously stolen things, they were all regarded as today's execution fees.
The mutilated corpse was moved out of the Earl's Mansion by the servants. As for its destination, it was the Miracle Plains outside Aogu City. Perhaps this fate of being eaten by wild beasts is far better than dying of torture...
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Rikka was walking in the slums, and after a while, she came to a wooden house. The daughter of the dead young man lived there.
She did not push the door and walk in, but quietly opened the window and observed the situation inside. But gradually, Rikka's eyes turned red, and her little hands started to tremble.
This is a little girl who is only five or six years old. She is sitting on the bed at the moment, sometimes playing with the doll, sometimes looking up at the wooden door.
She had recovered from the cold, but she didn't know the hard work her father had put in. Her idea was simple, that is, she hoped that her father would come back early every day.
After a moment, the little girl tilted her head in boredom, then put the quilt over her head and continued her game.
Another hour later, she lay on the bed and fell asleep, but the food left for her father was still in her arms. It was a bowl of black bread soaked in hot water, without any meat or seasoning. Rikka looked up at the sky, then quietly opened the door and sat next to the little girl. Although she regretted the other person's fate, there were so many people in this world who were like this, and how many people could she save.
All suffering is an inevitable encounter, and the only one who can solve the problem is himself. Rikka is not a cold-blooded beast, but he is not an indecisive person either.
"Thank you, sister!" The little guy woke up at some point, but still covered his head with the quilt.
Rikka's body trembled suddenly, but then she walked out of the wooden house. A few gold coins were placed beside the little girl's pillow, and the stainless steel dagger was the starting point for changing her destiny.
Returning to the attic in the black market, Rikka quietly opened the door. But Boom had been waiting for a long time, and there was even a bowl of hot soup on the table.
Seeing this, Rikka could no longer suppress her tears, and crawled into her brother's arms with her head lowered. Boom did not ask any questions, but only gently stroked his little head.
After more than ten days of crazy practice, Boom managed to make up for the lost magic power. But the black wood staff was like a bottomless pit, still competing with himself for resources.
He saw Rikka's changes in his eyes. Although he wanted to say something, he finally held it back. He didn't want Rikka to follow his old path. Since his current life was quite decent, it was better to let him develop on his own.
But what Boom is worried about is the bloody aura in Rikka. He is not afraid of what Rikka will do to him, but he is afraid of causing trouble outside.
"Brother, brother, I'm so tired today, can you sleep here?" Rikka still looked like a quail, and her little hands gently shook Boom.
"Then you sleep here, I'll go down." Boom gently pulled the quilt and moved it inward to prevent the other party from rolling off.
"Brother is a big bad guy! I heard that there will be a performance in the city tomorrow, should we go and see it?" Rikka looked at Boom quietly, but Boom quickly turned around and pretended not to hear.
That night, Boom told the other party about his recent cultivation situation, and Rikka also talked about his recent situation. However, both of them concealed something. The former talked about his mental and physical exhaustion, while the latter did not mention anything about his current situation.