This Seems to be a Trap
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
This was a slum with poor people in ragged clothes everywhere. Roland and Betta, on the other hand, were wearing a magic robe and noble clothes. They seemed utterly out of place here, so others all peeped at them. However, when they looked back at the poor people, the poor people would continue their work as if they had never glimpsed the strangers.
The atmosphere was rather awkward.
Roland stood up and said, "I'll register in the Association of Mages. You should protect the girl for a few more days. If possible, you'd better ask them to move to another city."
Looking at the clouds, Betta hesitated. "I'm afraid that they won't listen to me."
"If they won't, so be it," said Roland casually. "We can't protect them for life. If they are unwilling to move, it will be their own fault if anything happens to them later, and the best we can do is avenge them when we have time."
Betta looked at him in surprise. "Brother Roland, you sound rather indifferent."