"You can change into this outfit first."

Golando spread out the inquisitionist's black robe and handed it to Ronoye, as he turned his back and unbuttoned his shirt.

Ronoye's eyes were drawn to Gorando's movements, and after seeing Gorando take off the innermost garment, he looked away and studied how to wear the black robe.

The two quickly changed their clothes and shoes, washed their faces with magic, and finally got cleaner.

"Hungry?" Golando asked.

Ronoye shook his head and sat down on the bed with his rough foothills.

Golando walked over to Ronoye's stomach, and Ronoye stiffened for a moment, only to recover after Gorando's hand left.

Golando knocked on Ronoye's head punitively: "Isn't this deflated?" Resolute again. ”

"Don't ...... Treat me like a child. Ronoyer protested.

"Ah, I'm used to it, I'm sorry."

After spending too much time with young Ronoye, some of Gorando's small actions have not been able to change.

However, when it came to this topic, both of them were silent for a while, and then asked at the same time, "Why did I/you recover?" ”

Was it because of the golden teleportation circle, or something else?

Golando touched his chin in contemplation, and Ronoye made his trademark expression of a sad face.

"If only it stayed like this in the future." After a while, Ronoye said.

It's not bad to be taken care of as a child by Golando all the time, but it's still too inconvenient, especially in this kind of slum where danger is hidden everywhere, and the disparity between the power of a child and a seventeen-year-old boy is very large.

Golando said "um" and said, "As long as you keep looking like this while you're here, I don't think the Inquisitors will suspect us." ”

Ronoye hadn't changed back to his original form before the fallen angel left, and the people who hoped for the Inquisition hadn't gotten this information yet.

Golando calmly sat down beside Ronoye, picked up the bread in the basket, broke off a piece of bread, stuffed it into his mouth, and said while eating: "The leader here is called Tony, and he calls himself a sixth-level judge, which is probably the hierarchy within the Inquisition. I lied to him and said that my name is George Felix, and your name is Hall Felix, and we are aristocratic brothers in distress, one water and one fire, both three-star magicians. ”

Golando paused, and the implication was "Little master, just remember this information."

Ronoye understood what Gorando meant, and blinked obediently: "I understand. ”

This is Golando's home turf, and Ronoye intends to obey Gorando's advice in everything.

"Tomorrow Tony will assign us a house to live in, and then take us to the title of Inquisitor, which means that we can just inquire about the surrounding situation before receiving the title. Don't stay in bed tomorrow, you have a lot to do. Golando babbled and pondered.

"I never stay in bed." Ronoyer retorted.

Golando swallowed a slice of bread, put the remaining half into Ronoye's hand, and lay back on the bed.

The old wooden bed was overwhelmed and squeaked and swayed.

"You're going to sleep?" Ronoye asked, holding the bread blankly.

Golando closed his eyes for a while before lifting his eyelids and smiling: "There is no protective shield outside, and there are no magicians around, young master, you can send a message to the family, and you won't be found out if you are short." ”

He had just checked the flow of magic near the slums and came to this conclusion.

"But my staff isn't here." Ronoye said embarrassedly.

He had been teleported here □□ naked, so how could he possibly have a staff with him.

Golando smiled, what's so difficult about this, just use his wouldn't it?

So he drew his staff and handed it to Ronoye.

Ronoye took Gorando's staff, his mood fluctuating subtly.

Magicians' staffs are all personal objects, and Gorando's is no exception, and Ronoye can still feel Gorando's body temperature after getting the staff.

Gorando's mind was full of doubts when he saw Ronoye's grinding appearance.

During this time, the little young master always twisted and pinched between his actions, he didn't see it, but ......

- At present, Gorando, who is still a big straight man, can't see through the truth after the little young master's twisting.

Just when Ronoye was stunned holding Golando's staff, Golando said without a match: "I heard that Tony say that there is a lack of water and fire in the slums, but the ruins outside the slums obviously have water, and there are two doubts, one is why it has become like this, and the other is why people don't go there to fetch water." ”

What you can know by combining the two points is......

"That ruin contains something that is terrifying to mankind."

In a sense, he and Ronoyer's luck is really good.

After saying what he wanted to say, Golando glanced at Ronoye: "Little master? ”

I saw Ronoye take a deep breath and put the staff down.

"I can't use magic again." He confessed.

Gorando's eyes widened slightly.

Not only this ghetto, but also the mysteries that haunt Ronoye are growing.

Three months have passed since he became his or her respective contractor using contract magic, and the period when Ronoye couldn't use magic has long passed, and it's now the stage of sharing magic.

"Gorando, do you remember how often Gina's mental power fluctuates?" Ronoye asked helplessly.

"Remember, remember, I'll contact you to try." Golando sighed.

After about three seconds, Golando's expression became a little stern: "I can't get in touch." ”

Seeing this, Ronoye also froze: "For the same sake as Julils? ”

"Hmm. I'll call the others again. ”

After all, Gorando contacted the students from the servants of the mansion to the academy one by one, but the result was ......

None of them were contacted.

The two fell silent.

If this is not within the territory of the Fergar Empire, why is there an organization of the Inquisition Division taking root?

As far as they knew, no matter how long the Inquisition's hand was, it wouldn't reach out to other continents.

Are they left alone?

When the air in the room was about to freeze, Golando patted Ronoye on the shoulder and said, "It's useless to think about all this, let's take care of the important things of eating, drinking, and sleeping first." ”

Ronoye looked at the bread in his hand and hesitantly took a bite.

“…… Well done. ”

"Do you need to bubble with water?"

"No, no."

Ronoye swallowed the bread in his mouth with difficulty, then took a second bite.

Golando can endure the hardships, what reason does he have not to endure them?

As soon as he was hungry, even the most unpalatable things tasted a little more, and after swallowing the last slice of bread, Ronoye's pale face also had a healthy flush.

At this moment, the outside has been shrouded in darkness, this slum is in the middle of nowhere, the moon is not even visible in the night sky, and there are only sporadic candles in the house, which is very hurtful to the eyes.

Soon after, it began to rain outside.

Ronoye's face showed a worried look, and he said to himself, "What about the poor people who sleep outside......?" ”

Golando fanned the wind with his hand to ward off the sweltering heat caused by the rainy day, and said, "It's drenched." ”

"Wouldn't it be terrible if you were sick?" Ronoye said urgently.

Golando turned his head and looked at the young master.

- What a pair of clean eyes.

He sighed in his heart.

With such a pair of clean eyes, Golando couldn't bear to reveal the true situation of the bottom to the little young master.

But it was precisely for this reason that he could not lie under Ronoye's direct gaze.

"If you are sick, you will live if you can survive, and if you can't survive, you will die, there are no doctors here, and even if there is, they will only save their own lives."

Recalling his childhood, Golando replied.

After all, all the things that made Ronoye unthinkable were normal for Gorando.

The rain never stopped, and the occasional thunder could be heard from far away. The room was getting hotter and hotter, the air was getting damp, and both of them were a little upset.

In order to make the difficult time a little less, Golando took the lead in pulling the somewhat moldy quilt and beckoning Ronoye to sleep.

Ronoye looked at Gorando, who was completely unprepared, in a daze, and his whole body fluttered lightly as if he was about to rise with the wind:

- Isn't this sharing a bed?!

Golando yawned, half-open to the rain outside the window.

The windows of this room had fallen out, so from time to time there would be cold rain falling in and jumping on his face, and Golando licked it, bitter.

The people behind him didn't move, and Golando waited for a few more minutes, but it was still quiet.

Does the little master dislike him or this tattered bed?

Thinking of this, he sat up from the bed and found a clean place to lie down.

"Gorando?" Ronoye, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, was puzzled and asked Golando why with his eyes.

"Since you don't want to sleep with me, I sleep on the ground the same." Golando said in a nonchalant tone.

- It's like saying, "Today's dessert was delicious, thank you for your hospitality."

When Golando said this, Ronoye's face turned red and white, and his mouth was slumped for a long time.

Where did he not want to sleep with Gorando!

He's clearly ......

Seeing that Ronoye looked strange again, Golando carefully examined his words and deeds.

Didn't he play the role of the young master's servant very well? After learning from Jack for a few days, the results were still good.

In the end, Golando can only classify Ronoye's strangeness as the quirks of the young master.