"...Those Magefoe are slaughtering mortals. A few of the gray rats' pups were killed too. I couldn't see all of it."
"Slaughtering mortals? Damn it—they must be studying how to refine human despair!"
Adam had already turned to leave, but when he heard their conversation he turned back and asked the apprentice holding the rat, "Are you talking about the situation in this city?"
The apprentice holding the rat didn't answer. The one who had spoken before tried again: "Adam, is it? You'd better not act on your own. You don't have many full-rank magic scrolls either, do you? If they surround and wipe you out, you'll be in real danger. Why not scout the nearby cities' intel with us? Once everyone regroups, we can form teams and go harvest merit points."
The devil whispered in Adam's mind, "Master, this kid doesn't seem hostile, but there might be something wrong with his head."
Adam felt a helpless sort of exasperation. Earlier I took him for someone trying to lord it over me, but now it turns out he's actually one of those rare warmhearted types?
