Five sharp objects shot out from between the bushes. They buried themselves deep in the unfortunate man's right arm, causing him a lot of pain. Despite having a fat and chubby figure, the subject was quite agile, because when he felt the sharp objects pierce his arm, he jumped back without emitting the slightest moan of pain.
-Who's there- he didn't succumb to such trivial acts as losing control and starting to scream or sending everything to hell, the man was truly cold because even in this situation he didn't lose his composure. He only focused on removing the sharp stone objects like daggers, it would be difficult because they were embedded very deep in his flesh -elemental earth magic- he thought to himself without taking his eyes off the place where the magical attack came from.
-Even though you have that figure, it seems that you are a strong person who does not break in the face of eventualities- Christopher was serious, he advanced taking determined but very cautious steps. Since he was very young he learned that people who remain calm and have a cold attitude even when under attack are very dangerous and should be taken care of.
He had to analyze any possible scenario, such as whether he had left behind a magic rune when jumping back, before making any move Christopher had to be very cautious.
-Who are you? And what the hell do you want for interrupting me?- he asked very coldly. In fact, Christopher immediately realized that this guy was also analyzing his situation and devising some plan of attack or escape.
The subject frowned slightly, as Christopher now looked much more alert than when he emerged from the bushes.
Must change your plan again.
With that Christopher looked at the little girl from the goat clan suffering indescribable agony. "You don't care who I am, but as for what I want," he frowned even more, his eyes turning sharp and cold. As if just by looking at them he could stab them. "Isn't it obvious? I'm here to rescue these poor kids from the scum of a master they have the misfortune of having," and he said it with a look and attitude that denoted absolute annoyance.
He hated this kind of people, those who torture poor souls who don't even have a chance to defend themselves. And as for those who hurt children, he considered them worse than trash.
The girl on the ground with a stiletto stuck in her right eye, which she would unfortunately lose, while on the other side, a human possibly only a year younger than him lying on the ground with his legs bleeding profusely.
-Why do you treat your slaves so badly?- he asked in a somewhat annoyed tone, Christopher hated these acts -and that one over there is barely a girl. What the hell is wrong with you?-.
-And why would it be any of your business if I mistreat these trash? I am their owner and I can do with them whatever I want, even kill them if I feel like it- the man was also serious, he was not lying, the owner can do whatever he wants to his slaves. That is why when one becomes a slave they resign themselves to continue living because they know that if they anger the master they would be severely punished and even killed.
It's horrible.
-So if you know what's good for you and you don't want to get hurt, you'd better get out of here and let me get on with my business- slowly and one by one the bastard master pulled out the rock blades that Christopher had thrown at him. He felt pain, but he wouldn't show it to a possible enemy.
-I imagine that with that you mean torturing these poor kids, am I wrong?-.
It was there that fury consumed Christopher as he saw the exact moment in which that man smiled maliciously -you are totally right- with that a brief battle began. Christopher quickly ran to the side trying to get as far away from the boys as he could because in case the unfortunate man launched a magical attack they would not come out unscathed.
-Seal Magic: Lightning Rune: Branched Lightning-.
He conjured the magic attack which was aimed at Christopher's integrity who was extremely surprised by the way this guy used the Rune of Lightning. In truth it would never have crossed his mind to use seal magic in this way. But at the same time the way he used it would bring him a very high price.
This thought lasted less than a second, because when he saw how the magic rune on the poor man's palm became electrified, he decided to act as quickly as he could.
-Earth Elemental Magic: Earth Dome -.
He was immediately covered by a thick layer of earth, like a dome, all in an attempt to emerge unscathed from the powerful attack.
-Pixie!- she covered the part of the clothes where the little magical creature was hiding -please, stay hidden and don't come out for anything in the world- inside the clothes the Pixie was very scared, she felt the danger and it scared her. She buried her face between Christopher's pectorals as an instinct seeking his protection.
He knew the Branched Lightning magic spell very well, it was very dangerous and deadly for a living being and he had to take extreme measures as soon as possible.
The magic attack was launched, the Branched Lightning consists of a type of lightning that seems to break into short bright sections, that is, during the path of the magic attack it will have small branches, but, in case any living being is near the path of the attack it will be hit by one of the sections.
Luckily Christopher moved in time, expecting the guy to launch an attack that would also hurt the others. He made the best decision possible both to keep the boys from being affected and to use earth magic to defend himself.
He gritted his teeth as the magic attack hit the earth dome. Was he saved? Yes, but he was in a lot of pain because the discharge had reached him, but in tiny amounts, that didn't mean it wasn't painful.
-Pixie, are you okay?- More than worrying about himself, he worried about his little companion. He looked through the collar of her clothes seeing her, she was safe and apparently was not affected by the discharge.
He had received all the remainder.
Pixie offered her a few words; the bells rang. -Yes, yes, yes, I love you too. But stay hidden a little longer, I don't want anything to happen to you- obviously she didn't have the slightest idea of what the little girl wanted to tell her.
Slowly the dust cleared and the subject smiled with an air of victory, but it had cost him dearly, because as a result of using the seal magic directly on his skin, and these being lightning runes, his arm was almost scorched.
With burns up to third degree.
He wasn't sure if they would be amputated, if that was the case, he would regret it forever. But now was not the time to think about that, he just wanted to see his opponent's corpse.
The earthen dome collapsed; he opened his eyes expecting to see the charred corpse of his young adversary. His bitter surprise was even greater when he saw Christopher coming out of the dome holding his head. It hurt like hell. Christopher smiled at him -you sure know how to use very powerful and advanced magic, even if you look like that you are someone to be feared-.
He tilted his neck, releasing some tension, his legs were slightly numb. He had to buy some time until he could use them freely. He just hoped that the bastard didn't come out with some other powerful attack, he was already sure, the guy was stronger than him -I imagine that you were once an adventurer or a knight, right?-.
From the ground and covering his innocent sister, Roger was totally shocked - who is he? - referring to Christopher. For a moment, just for a moment he wished that this young man really saved them, or at least his sister.
On the other hand, the guy had almost the same thoughts as Christopher, for some reason he knew he was stronger than the young adversary, but he was currently tired and one of his arms wouldn't stop bleeding as a result of removing the stone blades that he had previously thrown at him. While the other one was literally shit and totally scorched. Just like Christopher, he had the idea of gaining some time, at least to rest a little.
-I became a SILVER rank- he said smiling maliciously.
Although a smile appeared on his face, the revelation of the subject did make him nervous. It doesn't matter what figure he has, whether he is fat or thin, male or female, whether he looks harmless or very violent. A silver-ranked adventurer or ex-adventurer is extremely powerful and incredibly experienced, it's not for nothing that he reaches this rank. Christopher wanted to continue the conversation a little longer, but the recent revelation completely changed his plans.
-I have to finish this fight as soon as possible, that guy can pull some trick on me and defeat me... damn, and he had to be a SILVER rank-.
The plump slaver smiled - it seems the lie worked.
He must definitely end the fight as soon as possible, the guy, even if he's badly wounded, will be a real pain in the ass. He unsheathed the sword he held on his back, it's his typical double-edged sword and pointed it at the slaver -I'll only use the magic sword to be very strict, if I damage it wouldn't serve as evidence that I've finished the guild's mission-.
He points his sword at the man -although you were a silver-ranked adventurer in the past, right now, due to your serious injuries, I know I can defeat you. So give me the ring that controls those two's necklace and then disappear from my sight - now, he holds the sword with both hands.
Pearly beads of sweat ran down the subject's forehead. He was very tired and Christopher hit the target completely. He knew he would be stronger than his adversary if he had been in optimal condition, but now he was fatally wounded and at a total disadvantage. He had to escape at all costs.
He cursed himself because in the end he had not succeeded in eliminating the cursed intruder. He found himself in the need to draw up an efficient escape plan. His eyes scanned the entire battlefield until they rested on his still living slaves.
-I had completely forgotten about those useless things. Perfect! They'll help me escape- the smile only denoted bad intentions. He barely managed to raise his arm with holes from the stone daggers -that boy is willing to free them at all costs, if I use them as a distraction, he won't follow me and I'll be able to escape-. He looked up at Christopher -if you want them, take them!- he said activating the ring that controls the necklaces.
He activates the ring, causing his slaves unimaginable pain, worse than ever.
-AAAAHHHHHHH- Roger screamed, holding his unconscious sister tightly. Praying to the heavens that Macky couldn't feel him since she was unconscious.
-YOU ARE A MISERABLE MAN- Christopher decided to go find the boys and try to do something, anything to ease their pain.
-NOW- the subject jumped high, completely backwards, at this moment, just when he was escaping, Christopher understood the grave mistake he made. -I AM A STUPID- because, it was useless if he tried to ease the pain of the boys if the slavery collar did not stop sending the electric shocks, he has to deactivate it and that can only be achieved by using the control ring.
-IN THE END IT LOOKS LIKE I'LL KILL THEM HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- he mocked as he landed and tried to run away, the scene was somewhat unpleasant as his arms hung as if they were broken.
Christopher gripped his sword tightly, his eyes nearly popping out of his sockets.
-Air Elemental Magic: Wind Cut-.
I channel the magic spell into his sword so that the magic attack is even stronger, then I swing the sword vertically and instantly a crescent-shaped wind wave was visible traveling very quickly towards the subject.
The unfortunate man had not realized anything because he was so engrossed in his escape that he did not even feel when the wave of wind cut off his right arm without the slightest hint of effort. "What?" he asked himself as he saw his hand up to the elbow wave off into the distance.
-Air Elemental Magic: Air Control-
This magic spell was very similar to Air Stream, but this one was more about controlling the surrounding air of other things and even people if one was strong enough and they were within range.
Quickly the amputated arm floated towards Christopher, he was about to prepare to fight but the guy found himself at an extreme disadvantage, escaping was his only option -DAMN IMBECILE! I SWEAR I'LL CUT OFF YOUR HEAD! -.
Christopher didn't have to waste time preparing for something that was no longer necessary. He ripped the ring from his fingers, blood splattering on his clothes. He didn't care at all because now all he wanted was to save these tortured souls.
He approached them, remarking on the terrible state of the two. The young man was protectively hugging the half-human girl. Roger's eyes were completely blank, foam was coming out of his mouth as the electric wave sent through the slavery collar was destroying him from the inside.
The other side of the coin was that the girl had been unconscious for quite some time. All due to the extreme pain and suffering caused by the stiletto wound. The girl was also spitting foam from her mouth, and both of their bodies were shaking due to mild convulsions.
-I must release them now!- he brought the control ring closer to the necks of both of them, first Macky's and then Roger's. Immediately the punishment imposed by the collar stopped and then they freed themselves from the necks of both of them.
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-Very well- he said, with great care and in one go he pulled out and removed the stiletto stuck in the girl's right eye. He had to do it quickly and without wasting too much time because there was a chance that one wrong move would kill her. The sight made him sick, he felt his stomach turn into a mess.
-Poor girl- he muttered to himself- she'll never recover from this, she'll most likely go blind on one side- he felt very sorry for her, the guy had destroyed one of the windows to Macky's world. But he had to hold back and hurry, these kids could die at any moment.
So, he tore off a piece of his own clothing and used it as a bandage, covering the girl's shattered eye to protect it from the dust. This is precisely why he used pieces of her clothing and not the rags, as her clothes were clean while the boys were extremely dirty. It is quite possible that the shattered eye became infected due to the dirt on the rags.
He lifted the young boy onto his back and carried the girl in his arms. "I'll take them to the doctor's clinic as soon as possible." He slightly bent his legs, casting a magic spell on himself to improve his body.
-Strengthening Magic: Strengthening- his entire body was surrounded by a faint aura which denoted an increase in strength and speed.
He took off running as fast as he could towards the gates of his city. There was no way he would let these boys die after having endured so much in their lives.
...
After a short period of time, Christopher looked at the little girl, more at the bandages he had recently put on her. He could not imagine the pain the little girl must have felt when she felt the stiletto pierce her eye.
-Tsk- she made a click of her tongue in annoyance -I know there is a lot of discrimination and hatred towards people of other races, but that they are capable of doing this to a simple half-human girl- she clenched her teeth tightly, a tear almost escaped because her heart hurt to witness these acts -only someone with a black heart could do this-.
-It doesn't matter to me that she's a half-human, in my eyes she's a child- her mind was hit by the image of that wretch doing terrible things to the little girl -you'll pay dearly- she continued running and jumping over some branches.
If he had time and did not feel the need to go to the city in a hurry, he would have stopped to admire the beautiful landscape. Plants, flowers and trees of different colors. Red, blue, pink, yellow, violet and many more colors. There were even flowers that mixed several colors in their beautiful petals.
Although for some reason he felt the need to stop for a moment at the top of a tree with reddish leaves. He looked down at the ground, which was divided by a beautiful, crystal-clear stream about three meters wide. From his spot he could see some fish and magical creatures which immediately decided to hide.
-Sound Magic: Field of Silent-.
Christopher did not stop to admire the beauty of the place because, as he had said, he was there with the sole objective of taking those two to the medical clinic. The reason for stopping was another.
Looking down at the ground he saw a duo of Goblins running past. Fear and terror were etched on the faces of these creatures. Upon reaching the clearing, these two looked from one side to the other, they were disoriented and did not know what to do.
-GOOOAAAARRRR- a roar was emitted from who knows where.
Pearly drops of sweat fell down Christopher's forehead, ending up in the little stream and thus ceasing to exist.
The Goblins, scared to death, decided to continue running for their lives.
Suddenly and very calmly, an intimidating and deadly dangerous Magical Beast emerged from the bushes:
At first glance, several of its intrinsic characteristics were visible, first of all the entire body covered in blackish fur. The head of a monstrous ape with enormous teeth similar to the sharpest knives. Capable of cutting and tearing the flesh of its prey without the slightest hint of effort.
The neck and the entire trunk seemed to belong to the largest of all gorillas, above the fur a pattern of orange stripes stood out along the torso and legs. The legs were not typical of a gorilla or even a monkey, but rather seemed to be those of a feline and from the pattern of orange stripes, one could conclude that they are those of a tiger, with long black claws capable of destroying anything that stands in its way.
Finally, this beast had a tail. Although it was alive, the tail was actually a snake with red eyes and fangs ready to sink into its victims who were waiting to be devoured by such a dangerous beast. The tail, or rather, the snake, moved its head from side to side trying to capture the trace of heat coming from those two Goblins.
-A NUE! Damn it! This is terrible- the magical beast, Nue, sniffed around hoping to find the trail of its prey. The snake did the same with its tongue.
-I have to get out of here- he looked at the Nue with alarmed eyes, hoping that they wouldn't capture his scent. The recently used magic camouflaged any hint of sound emitted, but it didn't cover the smell at all. -I'm in no condition to fight that Nue, he'll eat all three of us!-. Finally, it seemed that the snake head found a trail. It stood up slightly, approaching the main body, as if they were communicating.
-Please, let it be the trail of those Goblins- he begged inwardly, fighting against a Nue was not an easy task at all. Even a group of three bronze-ranked adventurers would be challenged, what would Christopher be like right now, alone and carrying two unconscious people. He didn't see himself capable of fighting against the Nue and protecting them at the same time.
Christopher is strong, he didn't doubt his ability to defend himself from the Nue and escape. But right now, he was very tired and in company.
Luckily, the essence captured by the Nue was not his own, but that of the Goblins or possibly some other magical beast that would surely succumb to the jaws of this beast.
As soon as Nue left the place, Christopher took the opportunity to leave; he was not willing to wait and wait for some other setback to arise.
He ran and jumped at full speed without even stopping for a second to rest, in his mind only one thought resonated very strongly. -Don't worry guys, I will save you-.
...
-Ugggg- suddenly he heard young Roger regain consciousness, although the moans made him understand that he still felt terrible.
-Aaaahhh, sir...- just at that moment Roger realized the situation he was in.
-I'm glad you were able to wake up- saying that and thinking -it's a relief, that only means that the punishment of the collar didn't damage him irreparably-.
Roger looked at himself, he was held by what seemed to be ropes around him and tied by Christopher. Well, he, having to carry Macky in his hands, would not be able to hold Roger's lifeless body. That's why he came up with the idea of using the rope that he was carrying with him at that moment.
-M-Macky- he said when he saw the light of his life in the arms of this person, hesitating for a slight moment, he was not ready to receive a refusal to the next question -please tell me, is my little sister still alive?-.
Continuing to follow the path at full speed, Christopher could not help but feel a lot of empathy for the Young Man. Roger had barely woken up and the first thing he did was ask about his sister's life; he cares more about the girl's life than his own.
-Your sister is still alive, but she is seriously injured because of the stiletto that your master stabbed her with- Roger's almost non-existent light that shone in his eyes went out, with what the subject who saved him mentioned he could only understand one thing ''Your sister is seriously injured'' his ears only heard that the little girl will die.
-But don't worry, I'll take care of saving her, just be a little patient until we reach our destination-.
- Will you save her? - He has been able to speak normally for a while now, but his legs still felt numb. But he has regained his speech, which made Christopher somewhat happy because he could have a conversation with someone. He found it very boring just to run and avoid dangerous beasts. Returning to Roger whose eyes are wide open - why? - the feelings of doubt he felt were not bad at all - we are complete strangers, why would you help beings you don't know? -.
Christopher - Precisely because that is what makes a good person, I know you have been through a lot, but where we are going you will no longer have to worry about anything or anyone, you are already free. I removed the slavery collar that has done so much harm to you-.
Now he was almost in shock, he slowly took his numb arm and with the tips of his fingers he touched his neck. He could not believe it, his world which for so many years had been plunged into darkness was illuminated. His dull eyes recovered the brightness of a happy person. He trembled with joy.
Tears of happiness did not take long to appear, sobbing while still caressing her neck -th-thank you, thank you so much- she squeezed the strong back of her savior very tightly. The one who had given her back the joy she had lost through torture -I thank you so much uck, (sniff) I thank you so much-.
Now he looked at his unconscious sister, more precisely at the area of her neck, and his joy was even greater when he realized that she was also freed from so much suffering. Christopher saw how, to one side, Roger stretched out his hand trying to reach his sister in an attempt to caress her head. He saw how the boy ruffled the girl's hair.
-Macky- I call her, drowned in tears -we are finally free, no one will hurt us anymore. So please, don't die, you can't die now-.
Christopher felt great joy at those words and even supported him, now more than ever he was determined not to let these two die. They must live no matter the cost.
-It's obvious that you love her very much- Christopher.
-I love her with all my strength- Roger replied -now she is the only light I have in my life, all because of that bastard- his voice denoted nothing but sadness and some melancholy. He raised his eyebrows in a gesture of loss.
-Your whole family was a slave to that bastard?- Christopher.
-My biological family wasn't, we lived in one of the many free towns outside the human empire. We were never a happy family and it was that way until I was five years old when my parents decided to throw me out on the street, I never knew why they did it although I think it was because I was getting in the way of their love life-.
Although it may not seem like it, Christopher is a sensitive person, something that was passed on to him by his mother due to all the values she instilled in him. Because of that, he felt a pang go through his heart.
Roger sighed before continuing with his story. “I remember that at first I was hungry, I didn't know what to do. But one matures much faster living on the streets. So after a while and in order not to die of hunger I had to learn to take care of myself at five years old. No matter the method or the cost.” He closed his eyes remembering that he had truly hurt many people. “I hurt and wounded many people to steal food and some gold from them, I really had no other option because I was not welcome anywhere if I could not pay.”
-My life couldn't have been more miserable, until she saved me- and he didn't mean Macky.
-I remember trying to assault a half-human woman who was walking along one of the many paths between the villages and the forests, all alone. I couldn't pass up that opportunity because I hadn't eaten for too many days. Hunger was driving me crazy so I screamed and with knife in hand I demanded that she give me all the gold she had. She didn't do it, she simply crouched down to my level and did something that for some reason could calm a delinquent child.
Looking up he remembered that person placing his hands on his cheeks.
-Are you hungry? Do you want me to help you?-.
-The woman I tried to assault rescued me from rotting away on the streets in a miserable life of crime. I truly thought she was an angel and not the person who would become my adoptive mother. Even though I tried to hurt her and on top of that I was a human, from the same race that discriminates against them and treats them like garbage. She adopted me, gave me food, paid to treat my illnesses. They spent their gold on me, in just one month they gave me more love than my biological family did in five years.
-I felt happy when they showered me with unconditional love, they treated me like a real son. I even fell in love with my older sister- referring to the fact that she felt very intense brotherly love.
-When I was ten, my parents had another daughter, who is this one- she ruffled the younger girl's hair again. -I thought I would truly be happy forever. But when Macky turned one, our life became hell-.
Christopher sighed in disgust, because the way the story was going, this was where everything went to shit.
-That wretch and many of his friends attacked our village, they burned our house. It was a massacre; the streets were dyed red because of the blood spilled around them-.
-My father died protecting us from the wolves that the slavers kept as pets, he was devoured by them. My mother was decapitated in front of me and my older sister and all for begging for our lives. At that moment I realized that we only had a miserable life left to live. They turned us into slaves, many people from the town were sold as sexual or battle slaves, others were tortured to death-.
-But my sister Letia- Christopher knew that she was referring to the half-human who was dead on the ground when he arrived to save them, he realized that she had had her throat slit.
He shed tears remembering his sister's martyrdom -to protect Macky and me... she decided to take all of our master's attention, on several occasions I was punished- again tears fell on Christopher's back and this time they were from pure pain.
-They punished me, but Letia... they tortured her-.
-My punishments are nothing compared to all the torture she was subjected to... uck uuaaggg- she began to emit light and slow sobs -using tweezers they pulled out many of her teeth while holding her so she wouldn't move, she could only scream-.
-Also her horns... that day was the worst of all because I had never heard her scream and cry so much in pain. That day the room turned red, and the worst thing is that they forced us to listen to her scream-.
-They cut off her ears with scissors while she was gagged-.
-She was whipped until she fainted and they continued as soon as she woke up-.
-They hit her with stones, sticks, hammers and many other things-.
-They broke his head-.
-They broke his arms and legs-.
-She was even raped in front of us- her little tears turned into small waterfalls -I covered Macky's eyes and ears so he couldn't see such a horrible act and hear my sister's anguished screams and moans-.
-Letia's martyrdom only increased when our master began to use Macky as the servant in charge of passing him his alcohol and drugs, every time she made a mistake she was beaten, luckily not so savagely... and all because of Letia, because as always she was the one who got the worst of it all-.
-Lately, my sister's missions consisted of trying to kidnap the inhabitants of the city of Gignit-.
Here Christopher raised both eyebrows, this is new and extremely important information. He had to know about these kidnapping missions and inform his parents as soon as possible, the people of Gignit could be in grave danger -was he successful? -
-No- answered Roger -Letia was unable to do it, because the inhabitants of Gignit, unlike us, are very strong and full of energy... while Letia barely ate every three or four days-.
-Since she was never able to complete these missions, our master decided to end her life by slitting her throat in front of us...- he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes in melancholy -so that she would serve as an example for us and we would comply with his orders-.
She frowned, once again remembering everything her sister had to go through before dying like a vermin - that bastard made sure my sister's life was so miserable and then he took her away from me, but, somehow, at least now she won't suffer anymore. Now I only have Macky left - she looked at Macky's bandages -if something were to happen to him, I would have no reason or motive to continue living and I would try to escape from this world by committing suicide-.
-How sad- Christopher thought, but at the same time he understood that the older sister's actions were only for them. -She preferred to be brutally tortured than to have her brothers go through that experience-.
Christopher -your sister really loved them-.
-LL-I know- she sobbed, shedding tears of pain as she felt a horrible knot tie her throat -Good heavens, Letia, how much you have suffered-.
Christopher's mood turned three hundred and sixty degrees. He felt horrible, because if he had hurried a little more maybe he could have saved all three of them. "I'm really so sorry, if I had only arrived a few minutes earlier your sister Letia would still be alive and I could have helped her."
Roger sniffed at the snot that threatened to escape through his nose. "It's not your fault, and besides, you've already done too much for us. You freed us, and I can never repay you for this."
-As I already told you, you don't have to worry, that's what a good person would do...-.
-It's a lie- Roger claimed- nobody ever wanted to give us a hand, even when we cried in pain, they just looked the other way and continued on their way-.
Mentally Christopher had to agree with her somewhat, but not entirely - the problem is, they've never met someone who's truly a good person.
-I think you are somewhat right-.
-Tell me- Christopher -would you like to live here?-
Roger opened his eyes completely - in what city... wait, in Gignit city? Do you live in Gignit city? -
Christopher nodded.
-I'm so jealous...- Roger murmured in an audible tone so that Christopher could hear them. -My sister dreamed of freeing us and bringing us to live in Gignit, where no one would hurt us. But I don't have any gold, it would be impossible for me to rent a house-.
-Don't worry about that- he smiled mischievously- I'll see what I can do, for now I think I could let you stay in a certain place-.
-You'll see what you can do? Are you someone important in the city?-.
Christopher couldn't help but let out an audible laugh, obviously not so loud as not to attract some magical beast -I am Christopher, the future leader of Gignit-.