Hearing this idea from Heimer, Zeref slapped his forehead exaggeratedly and shook his head from side to side.

"How can this be done? Even if you are my lord, you can't do much if you go alone."

"Zerf, just take good care of the boy. I know what I can do."

Heimer turned around and walked towards the village without thinking too much.

That "thank you" with a hint of hoarseness that was still lingering in Heimer's mind.

Heimer didn't think he could leave with such peace of mind. Who knew if there was really something he could do in that village that he didn't do.

He believes that his heart will continue to be uneasy like this, and in the end he will regret that he has done nothing.

So Heimer didn't hesitate anymore and walked straight towards the village.

The boy and Zeref, who were still stunned, looked at each other in confusion as they watched Heimer's retreating figure.

"Um, what should I do now?"

Zeref panicked. He kept following Heimel because Heimel was an excellent warrior and he had heard about Heimel's strength before.

Now there are dangers all along the way, and all kinds of wild beasts and bandits are rampant. If it weren't for Heimer, they might not be able to survive a few nights.

Although they were indeed not very far from their destination now, it was not what Zeref wanted to say goodbye to Heimer right here.

There may be some dangers ahead, but if they go together, they can avoid a lot of trouble.

"Wait a minute, Lord Heimer, shall we go with you?"

So Zeref, who had figured it out, pulled the boy and chased Heimer without giving the boy a chance to protest.

"That's... damn it."

The boy didn't try to break free from Zeref's hand, but quietly clicked his tongue.

But Zeref struggled to drag him, so he scolded:

"What's wrong? Boy, hurry up and follow me."

"well…"

The boy let his legs move on his own initiative and followed Zeref towards the village.

"I really can't escape..."

He sighed deeply and reluctantly stepped into the village.

When the boy first entered this strange land, somewhere in the village there was a girl huddled by the door.

The wood building the house crackled and groaned under the high temperature, so that the light yellow or darker colors were directly transformed into black. These flames were like strange black dyes, giving everything a dark appearance, but it was

This kind of "dye" is not as simple as just dyeing.

Of course the girl knew that. She huddled by the door and tried to avoid the spreading flames, but she was still inevitably burned by the high temperature.

The bruised girl used everything she could find to block the cracks in the door to block the flames and smoke that were about to rush in from the outside.

However, this old wooden door was already riddled with holes, and the remaining moisture on it was dried by the flames.

The flames were flying on the wooden door. The girl could no longer touch the door with her hands. The high temperature of hundreds of degrees was enough to make her skin necrotic.

Time is running out.

If she can't get out of this house, she will turn into ashes along with everything left here.

"God!"

She desperately shouted to the sky beyond the roof:
Chapter completed!