The black sun hangs high

Chapter 24 "He's a wild mage!"

"mouse!!!"

The moment the excruciating pain struck, all sense of the rogue's resolve, the brotherhood's commitment, and the thief's creed vanished...

Roy had forgotten everything.

He never knew that a rat's teeth could cause such terrible pain. In that instant, Roy felt as if his head was about to be pierced by the excruciating pain. He let out a scream and then reached out without thinking, trying to remove the huge rat hanging on his head.

Unexpectedly, however, the rat possessed astonishing strength. Its claws dug firmly into Roy's facial skin, and its sharp teeth relentlessly gnawed at the earmuff. What horrified Bart the most was that the rat had three long, whip-like tails, which were now tightly coiled around Roy's neck, showing no sign of letting go.

"Hey! Hey! Don't move!"

Bart quickly drew his dagger, but Roy was unable to calm down under the stimulation of the excruciating pain. He struggled violently, but no matter how hard he tried, the three-tailed rat did not relax at all. Not only that, it continued to use its claws and long tail, which also shone with a dark green light, to hurt Roy's face.

In just a few seconds, Roy's face was covered with deep and shallow wounds. What was even more terrifying was that the cold, eerie glow emanating from the three-tailed rat's body seemed to possess some kind of horrible poison. With a teeth-grinding "sizzle," white smoke slowly rose from Roy's face, and the wounds were rapidly corroded and enlarged. Soon, his entire face became a bloody mess.

With a short, sharp tearing sound, Roy's ear finally gave way and was ripped off. The three-tailed rat released its bloodied, mangled head and nimbly landed on the ground.

Seeing this, Bart decisively threw the dagger in his hand, intending to pin the terrible rat to the ground. However, the three-tailed rat's agility and reaction far exceeded his expectations. The moment it landed, its three long tails nimbly swung, allowing the three-tailed rat to quickly regain its balance. It suddenly leaped away, dodging the flying dagger, and then darted into the gap behind the cabinet.

At this moment, Bart couldn't care less about the mission. He rushed to his companion's side and reached out to help. However, Roy was in a frenzy due to extreme pain. He screamed hoarsely and tried to scratch his face with his hands, but he was afraid to actually touch his face because he was afraid of touching the wounds on his face.

Bart knew that the thief nicknamed "Long Arms" in the Tricolor Brotherhood had completely disappeared by now. Given Roy's current condition, let alone a career as a thief, he would probably have difficulty even surviving normally.

In this horrific scene, the bizarre legends about Ernst's old house that Bart had never believed before began to surface one after another. He dared not think about the mission anymore, grabbed Roy whose face was covered in blood, and tried to lead him toward the kitchen window.

But just then, the sound of slow and steady footsteps came from the direction of the kitchen door. Bart turned his head and saw a slender, pale-faced young man carrying a water glass, slowly walking in.

What happened next sent chills down Bart's spine was terrifying.

The frail writer, who lived in Ernst's old house, did not react excessively to their intrusion or the terrible state of Roy's face. He nodded politely and amicably, then took his cup and walked to a corner of the kitchen.

In front of Bart, Hugh Ernst picked up the kettle and began to pour water.

This is one of the habits he retained after coming into this world.

Unfortunately, tea from the Eastern country is extremely expensive on the Lovi Plateau, otherwise Hugh would have brewed himself at least two pots of tea.

In fact, Hughes was not as calm as he appeared.

The main reason was that the scene created by the three-tailed rat was quite terrifying. He never expected that this magical creature would undergo such an astonishing change after coming into contact with his dark green magic.

Under the influence of that magic, the three-tailed rat's speed and strength were greatly enhanced. Even more astonishingly, its teeth, claws, and even tail were coated with a corrosive, dark green poison. Under these circumstances, a casual "attack" command from Hugh almost cost the thief Roy his life!
"Impressive!"

Hugh picked up his cup, took a sip of water, and glanced cautiously at the thief who was no longer human, feeling a slight sense of nausea.

Even though he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but have some natural physiological reactions when he saw such a bloody and mangled face.

Most people who can become thieves and stalkers have a relatively quick mind. Therefore, after Hugh arrived openly, Bart immediately realized that the strange rumors he had just thought of were indeed just unfounded legends. The real key to the problem now lay with this young man!

Bart's back began to sweat as he considered a more serious possibility.

This so-called illegitimate son of the Ernst family is a mage.

Moreover, it is very likely that he is an unregistered monk who has not been registered with the Legal Affairs Commission!

Bart drew his other dagger and helped the dying Roy back. He had already envisioned many different possibilities in his mind, but no matter how he thought about it, one fact remained unchanged.

The moment the two of them stepped into the old house, they had already attracted the attention of Hugh Ernst. The wild mage did not intend to let them leave. He clearly wanted to use magic to keep all the intruders in the old house!

“Mr. Ernst, this is just… just a misunderstanding.”

As he spoke, Bart had already retreated to the kitchen window. However, a shadow that suddenly appeared on the windowsill shattered his fantasy of leaving the old house. He saw a huge, terrifying rat with three dark green tails sitting on the windowsill. Roy's blood was still on its two huge incisors, and its two claws were also stained red. Bart dared not approach it at all.

"Oh, so it was a misunderstanding?"

Hugh took a step forward, holding his cup. "In principle, I'm very willing to listen to other people's explanations. After all, even if it's a misunderstanding, there must be a source and a cause." *Thump!*

He put down the glass of water and looked at Bart's face, which was contorted with panic and fear. "Sir, please explain to me on behalf of your companions... Why did you come here? And what do you intend to do?"

Hughes didn't press too hard. He didn't want to put too much pressure on these two thieves who were clearly from the Brotherhood of Three Colors. Judging from the previous signs, the higher-ups in this group of "local tyrants" had likely received some secret orders or had directly joined the terrible plan that was about to unfold.

Being targeted by such a group is certainly not good news, but given the current shortage of information and intelligence, Hugh can only accept the situation. He is not quite sure how to deal with these two thieves, since he does not possess the magical interrogation skills of Vilin, nor can he distinguish between truth and lies.

"Tsk, if only she could come at this time. With the magic of the Legal Committee, we could definitely get a lot of information out of her."

Hugh glanced at the two Brotherhood of Three Colors members in front of him. He knew very well that his mana reserves were ultimately limited and he couldn't keep up the pretense for long. So he took another step forward and said, "So... what exactly is your purpose in coming here? Or does your brother need you to deliver a message to me?"

Bart's expression quickly darkened. He nervously guarded against the dangerous three-tailed rat while taking a step back towards a corner with Roy. He then replied, "Mr. Ernst, I will do my best to answer every question you have. And please believe me, we absolutely did not come here of our own volition… If you are willing to let us leave in the end, we will swear to the God of Thieves, Hilf, that we will never reveal the secrets of this mansion!"

"secret?"

Hughes smiled and shook his head: "I know very well that there are no secrets in Ernst's old mansion. You came here to find me, right?"

Throughout the conversation, Hugh deliberately maintained a certain distance from Bart and the other man. However, in Bart's eyes, this young man from the Ernst family was constantly displaying his terrifying power. His fair skin and black eyes, characteristic of the Ernst family, also revealed a chilling contempt.

This is the posture that nobles often use when they are in a superior position and decide the life and death of others.

"He is definitely not an illegitimate child!"

As this thought emerged, Bart's legs began to tremble involuntarily. If his guess was correct, then the person standing in front of him was very likely a noble spy who had come to Seren City to carry out some kind of secret mission. Only in this way could it be explained why he was able to hide his identity as a wild mage and act openly under the nose of the Law Committee!

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and when this emotion accumulated to a certain degree, it naturally turned into decisiveness and madness.

"Ok?"

A faint premonition came from the spiritual world, so Hugh decisively stopped. Just then, the Brotherhood thief who had been cowering in the corner suddenly made a move.

Bart suddenly flung his hand, forcefully pushing Roy, whom he had been supporting, towards the three-tailed rat. Then, gripping the dagger in reverse, he charged towards Hugh.

This was the judgment he made as a seasoned thief.

Although spellcasters in the Legal Council and various kingdoms and families generally undergo a certain degree of close combat training, the help they receive is ultimately very limited. Bart was confident that he could successfully subdue a young noble mage who did not carry a spellbook in close combat!

Of course, he wouldn't just charge forward like that. With a forceful shake of his arm, the fishing net that had been hanging on his arm immediately spread out. This kind of fishing net has many small metal hooks hanging on it. Once it gets caught on your body, it can easily tear out a lot of small wounds, and in severe cases, it can even tear off two pieces of flesh.

Bart, a fisherman by trade, was very familiar with the characteristics of this fishing net, which is why he used it as his unique "execution tool".

In his view, not carrying a spellbook was the biggest mistake Hugh Ernst had made. Even with a terrifying magical creature as his helper, there was absolutely no way he could quickly unleash a powerful and lethal spell without the spellbook. As for those basic tricks with average power, even if they hit him, they wouldn't kill him!

"I can win!"

Bart roared inwardly. After casting the fishing net that would bring him victory, his left hand swiftly pulled out a pair of sharp silver scissors. This sharp weapon and tool was the origin of his nickname.

Just as Bart was about to follow the fishing net and plunge his dagger and scissors into the frail body, he saw Hugh raise his hand, and a short, strange syllable echoed through the kitchen.

The barbed fishing net, swung through the air, met its natural enemy. A dark green, gloomy light burst forth, and terrifying tentacles swept out from the pale hand. Like the tentacles of some giant marine creature used for hunting, they easily tore through the fishing net that dared to offend its dignity, and then struck Bart's body heavily.

The thief was thrown into the air by the terrifying force, his weapons and tools, which he relied on for survival, fell to the ground, and his once nimble and powerful arms were severely twisted in the impact.

Bart was in despair, but when he managed to lift his head, the colors of life reappeared before his eyes.

Right at the kitchen doorway, a figure dressed in a dark blue robe appeared out of nowhere.

Those were the uniforms of the Legal Affairs Committee. Although there seemed to be some bloodstains on them, Bart was sure he wasn't mistaken; those were the clothes that members of the Legal Affairs Committee would wear!
Bart then shouted with ecstatic joy.

"Lady! Miss! Quick! Grab this man... He's a wild mage!"

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I dare to ask for a little something ORZ
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