Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Won't you invite me in?" Old Anthony stroked Coriya's face with his fat palms, pinching her so hard that it hurt a little.

"Of course... please come in. I was just looking for you!" Ke Liya felt that no matter what, she had to carry out the plan first. Anyway, she should just say that she was sick.

"Looking for me?" Old Anthony seemed to know what Ke Liya was going to say: "Looking for me... to talk about your illness?"

"Ah--I, I... No, indeed, how did you know..."

She began to speak incoherently.

How could he know!

"Of course, you are sick and you need to rest, right?" Old Anthony glanced at Ke Liya through the narrow flesh slit: "Tomorrow, tomorrow. I will let you rest for a day. Just drink with them, okay?"

Old Anthony seemed very tolerant.

Something's wrong?

Kolya didn't know what to say, so she could only nod woodenly and watch old Anthony stagger out of his room.

It was an anxious night, and Kolya shivered while hugging the quilt.

My Auston, are you in trouble?

Your plan has been discovered, perhaps you have been killed by Old Anthony?

Do not…

How could he do that?

No matter what, Auston, if you die for me, I will die with you!

The pub was very lively the next day, and it always was like this during the rest day.

Old Anthony also seemed particularly happy. He treated almost everyone in the pub to a beer, then laughed and spoke while leaning over the bar. The wizards in their seats all looked at him.

Kolya was among them, held in the arms of an old wizard who looked like a Shar-Pei dog.

"Today... Today! I'll show you something interesting! Hahaha! I didn't expect that such a stupid thing would appear in my 'pet'!"

As he spoke, he slammed the wooden table again: "This is impossible. You should never, ever think about it... a bunch of idiots. Come, show everyone how miserable you are..."

Coria felt that old Anthony seemed to be hinting at something, and she gradually became uneasy and twisted her body.

He held a phonograph box in his hand.

"Come, let's see what this 'kind' guest sent me."

Old Anthony tapped the small brown box with his magic wand, and mist spurted out of the box.

Accompanied by a conversation between two people.

Kolia's own voice.

'Is this what we are like? In your eyes?'

The voice was filled with confusion.

'You... Sorry, I shouldn't ask, but I still want to know your name...'

——"Hahaha! She looks like a stupid forest elf when she's shy!"

——"Good story! Old Anthony, new way of selling?"

The wizards below were laughing and shouting loudly.

'No...no! I don't care! Take me away! Take me away, Auston! Take me away!'

When the voice played to this point, Old Anthony smacked his lips and nodded: "Very affectionate words, Ke Liya, I didn't expect you to have such an affectionate side..."

"That's right, Coria! Tomorrow, old Anthony, I'm going to book Coria tomorrow!"

"Hey! You're not going to take this opportunity to raise the price?"

Old Anthony's mercenary and greedy eyes swept across the shouting wizards, "That's hard to say... Let me think about it. But you have to promise one thing."

He pretended to be serious while looking at the wizards around him, and suddenly burst into laughter: "That is, don't bully my child, don't play tricks on her! Look at her, she's about to cry, hahahaha!"

The wizards in their seats also burst into laughter.

"Take good care of her. There are too few blood-cursed orcs now." Old Anthony smacked his lips. "When her curse becomes more serious, I will have to sell her cheaply to wizards who need experimental subjects."

"You are wasting God's gift..."

Anthony glared at the interrupter and said, "How about I sell it to you? I don't know when I will bite your neck off from behind..."

"Oh…"

"I heard that the soles of shoes made from their animal-transformed skin are particularly soft."

The guests were laughing and joking.

Ke Liya felt like she was falling into an ice cellar.

Chapter 78 The End of the Story

Koliya's eyes were lifeless as she leaned woodenly in the old wizard's arms.

The shouting and teasing of the wizards around her seemed to be gradually pulled out of reality. Their voices gradually became smaller, the picture distorted, and the whole world turned into darkness. She was the only one there.

She really hoped that everything she had just experienced was a dream. She could go back to a few days ago, when she had just met Auston.

"Oh... I am a trustworthy messenger. I must do what I promised to others."

Old Anthony pretended to rummage in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper.

"Come, Coria, this is a message from your 'prince'... do you want to read it yourself? Or should I read it out loud for everyone to hear?"

"Read it now, you greasy vampire!"

"Read! Read! Why do you ask an animal's choice, hypocritical Anthony!"

"Hurry up! Where's the wine I asked for?"

Old Anthony seemed to look at Coria for advice. Seeing that she was still sitting there blankly, he coughed a few times, cleared his throat, and began to read.

"To my dear Coria:

Hello there, shit.

How could you think that I would really take you away?

Take a smelly animal away?

——Can't I just go to the pet store and spend a few Sickles to buy a dog?

I'm a pureblood!

Oh, there is one thing I want to thank you for:

I was able to sell your collection for a good price."

"And, old Anthony." Old Anthony read this and there was another round of laughter from the audience:

"Old Anthony, I have to admit that your way of education is really wrong. These scumbags actually hid so many things under your nose! This time, I will take this as a lesson for you. You won't ask me for these again, right?"

"Signature:

An outstanding young man who enjoyed animal performances for more than ten days for free.

The young man also earned something valuable to use in his great potion research."

The pub was filled with whistles, laughter and cheerful cheers.

"Hahaha! A pure-blood guy! So bad!"

"Ke Liya! Ke Liya, come to me, let me comfort you!"

"I swear, I will never be like that wizard, everything I said is true!"

"Go away, she has no more money to cheat, hahaha!"

After hearing the letter, the drinkers all went into a revelry. Old Anthony walked around the table and stomped over to Coria.

He did not scold her, but just said softly:

"Kolia, my dear 'daughter', I already knew what you were hiding."

Ke Liya raised her head dully and looked at Anthony who looked calm and composed.

"Oh... I allow it. Because it's nothing. Even animals need hope to survive."

"Do you understand now? Love, money, and everything else are meaningless. Why doesn't anyone leave here? Do you think Bernice is the first one? No, she is not."

"Because they know, they know it too well. Where can they go if they leave here? They have no family, no friends, no status. Where can anyone take in a bunch of beasts like you? Only me! Old Anthony!"

He gently stroked Ke Liya's head and said something despairing in an unusually gentle tone:

"Kolia, my dear baby. Let me tell you, your home is always here."

It was not until now that Ke Liya understood where all the valuable items collected by each of them eventually went.

All the money went into old Anthony's pocket.

Those who committed suicide, those who escaped and were arrested, and those who were tortured to death - old Anthony happily accepted all their collections without leaving a single one.

Why should he make money while these animals are still alive?

Give them hope, let them live hard, work for themselves, and wait for death...

Everything is yours.

This is "Old Anthony's Happy Hour".

This is the life of a group of people who can't see hope but think they have it.

"I see, Mr. Anthony."

Kolya nodded and smiled at old Anthony, as bright as a dream.

…………

……

Even if the two had a "gentle" conversation, it couldn't reveal the fact that Ke Liya had intended to escape. She was forbidden to move freely, and a more cruel spell was branded on her neck - the kind that tortured the body.

But Kolia didn't care at all.

She had figured it out a long time ago.

Taking advantage of the overflowing sympathy of the girl who was guarding her, she made a small request.

"... Thank you. Can you let me take a last look outside... No, I don't dare to ask to go out. I just want to take a look at the port from a distance, the place where I have lived my whole life."

Behind "Happy Time" is a river, connected to the port, living water flows silently from the stream, gradually rushing and then merges into the sea. Ke Liya followed the girl to the place she expected.

“Happy hour…”

Unfortunately, it was not their happy time.

"Sister Ke Liya..." The girl hesitated to speak. She knew Ke Liya's future and what her ending would be.

——No freedom, no choice.

——Every day, he constantly entertained wizards: some of them had a wide range of interests, but Old Anthony usually left them to those disobedient girls and boys. For example, he would try a potion, or have a wand pressed against his face, and watch the other party chant "torn apart" or "crucia".

Crazy or broken into pieces, they were put into sacks and thrown into the sea.

If she's lucky, the curse in her blood will erupt first, and the beast with its sanity wiped out might have an easier time...

The girl prayed for her.

No one could survive a week under such unimaginable harm and torture.

Bloodcurse Orc's Curse, or even better?

"I'm fine... I'm fine."

Ke Liya seemed particularly calm, she watched the stream shimmering with white light, winding through the cracks in the rocks, and gurgling out. The gurgling flow of the water was like a soft song.

The golden sand is immersed in the bottom of the stream, and you can see the colorful pebbles through the transparent sand.

'Ringing the bell, returning to my hometown...'