The clerk squirmed and rubbed his temples with his fingertips, wondering what tone of voice to use in reply -

"Ah! Well ...... this ah, this ......"

I spread my hands and squeezed my throat -

" ' I really don’t know about this, or you go to other places? There are a lot of stores in our area, so how do I know which one is which?'"

"Well, yes, that’s exactly what I want to say!" He nodded approvingly and suddenly realized something was wrong, "That ......"

"That's enough! I've got it all memorized! You guys are only known to say the same thing, huh?"

I waved off these words viciously, turned my head and left.

So where the hell is that damn Blood of Shia's! The people who asked either stammered like that person just now, or turned away without saying a word, if I let Emile to ask, you won’t even have a little crumbs left!

"Didn't get it again, did you?"

Emile is holding a moon candy in his mouth and looking at me with interest.

"...... blame that Sicya, only told us the name of the store, but did not say the address. and the people have awful attitude when we go ask for directions."

She yawned in boredom and said lazily.

"So I just said let me ask ......"

"Nope."

Definitely can't let this time bomb do such a dangerous thing, and on second thought ......

just now the people I asked had both of these reactions.

They were all ......

well ...... they were either sales clerks in ordinary stores or idle people passing by.

In other words, they are the so-called "normal people".

--So, we should look for people who are not in normal places.

"Let's go to the alley."

"Eh?"

I grabbed Emile's hand and ran deep into the quiet alley.

Just as I ran around the corner of the alley, a soft whimper came from the inside of the alley.

"Stop."

I stopped, signaled Emile to stop, and then quietly peeked out -

The Fae, covered in coarse cloth, was huddled up all over, trying not to make a sound.

"What kind of treasure? So golden?"

One of the punks said grimly, one foot on his body, one hand grabbing his ear.

"Well ......"

The one being bullied clutched his arms and clenched his fists tightly.

"So ...... let go of me -"

The punk yanked on the fae's left arm and tried to break his grip.

"Stop it!"

I finally couldn't resist rushing out in anger.

The punks looked back at me in unison.

"That, stop ......"

"Ho?" The punk with a scar across his face kicked him and pointed his knife at me, "You're going to help this fae?"

"I ......"

He spat and ground his teeth at me.

"Get out of here, this kind of thing is not for kids like you to get involved in."

The person behind me sighed helplessly.

"Really ...... know you don't have much of a deterrent and don't bring me along ......"

"Who!?"

The startled scarred man waved his knife this way.

Emile stepped out from around the corner, wearing a cloak and emitting a greenish-blue light mist around her, completely unrecognizable from her original size.

Emile held out her hand and a pale blue eerie flame emerged from her palm.

"I am a witch."

She smiled slightly towards the other side.

"......"

"Now, who should go away?"

"...... chit," he spat again, "Go!"

The punks took two steps backwards, looked at us, and finally pulled their legs out and ran away.

"Ugh," Emile took off her cloak and nudged my forehead, "you're at least a witch, a casual deterrent doesn't work?"

"Well ......"

The fae covered his stomach and gasped in pain.

I squatted down and gently extended my hand -

"Are you okay?"

"...... Well," he didn't touch my hand and crawled up holding on to the wall, "...... Thanks... ..."

"Eh, you're not the one who was just at the stall ......"

"Hmmm.... hmm."

He tilted his head and didn't look at me.

According to this, in his hand, it should be the two pieces of sky candy ......

"Well, we didn't mean to be chasing you or anything, we wanted to ask a question."

He wrapped his body with a rag and nodded uneasily.

"Do you know about the Blood of Shia?"

His eyes flickered and the corners of his mouth mumbled a little.

"Hmm."