"You can't take the boy from our territory. Do you know who are we?" A rude big man spoke. He had a manly face, and the scar from his left eye to the tip of the nose made him scary and intimidating.
Rosella observed the man, his muscular physique made her identify him as a hunter than a normal human. The two behind him can be considered his lackeys, and their thin physiques supported her analysis.
This alley only had humans. So, the ruler of the slums is a normal human. He or she might have a talent, seeing the man with the scar in front of her is a hunter.
"A simple hunter can't stop me from taking a boy from here. Even your boss has to pay respects, seeing our Master." The driver spoke.
The man with the scar changed his expression, and a pair of dark and cold eyes glared at the driver, but feeling the killing intent of the driver, the man knew he is not a match for him.
Then he looked at Rosella, who was calmly observing her surroundings.
'Such a calm face of a little girl means she is not our average girl. She has a high status.'
His instants told him not to mess with these three people.
Looking at his surroundings, everyone was watching the show with relish and knew that someone will inform his opponents. And knew he had to make an example; he can't let them take away the boy so easily.
Rosella knew the situation here, and looked at the man with the scar's eyes. She understood his plight.
"I can give you fifty silver coins for this boy. He's sick, I need a drug tester, and he is perfect for my research."
Rosella's voice, soft and sweet, reached everyone's ears.
The man with the scar was surprised.
Such an adorable voice can utter such words.
Just thinking about it, made the man with the scar feel chills on his back.
Drug testers are people who had no rights and had no identity. They only belong as a property for the scientists to use to test new develop medicines. Many died on the first try, others spend years in bed, in history, only five people survived, but they killed the scientists who torture them.
Scientists are people who had entirely focused on researching medicines to enhance the normal human body. They are crazy people who like to toy with human life... Many of them succumb to Dark Magic. The rest only want to make the humans have a way to live with magic.
So, for the man with the scar, hearing a little girl say about her research and drug tester. He took a careful look and knew that even if she looks like a petite girl, with her black eyes and shiny black long hair, she might have more than fifty years.
'So scary… an old female…'
If Rosella knew his thoughts, she would've trashed him and leave him with another scar, just to match the one he has.
Rosella knew she had to be hidden, so, before going out of the carriage, she asked Luca to cast a spell on her appearance, changing her eyes and hair color.
When the man with the scar heard fifty silver coins, his greedy eyes lit up. If she can give fifty silver coins, she can give at least ten gold coins.
The driver and the shadow knight saw the greed in the man's eyes and frowned. Disgust flashed in their eyes.
They don't know because their salary as a shadow knight is ten gold coins, and their salary is given when they conclude their training. So, they don't have a concept of currency.
So, when they saw the greed in his eyes, they did not understand him. But only feel the malicious intention coming from his body towards their master.
"Hunter, be careful with your words and eyes. Don't underestimate your opponent." The driver warned.
The other shadow guard holding the boy looked coldly toward the man with the scar, and his killing intent grew. A deep blue light released from his body.
Everyone saw the light and a deep fear showed on their faces.
The man with the scar trembled in fear. His eyes were wide open and his weak legs almost made him fall on the ground.
"Almighty caster, please don't get angry. You can have the boy, you can leave." The man with the scar spoke and waved his hand, letting everyone move and let the people board the carriage and leave. Not caring about the fifty silver coins.
Rosella did not find their behavior weird or anything. It was a common thing among normal humans. Fearing and looking up to casters. Not to mention Sorceress or worse, Cherished ones.
Rosella nodded to the driver and the shadow knight. The driver threw a punch with the silver coins at the man with the scar, and the shadow knight put the boy inside the carriage.
The driver and the shadow knight sat in the front, leading the carriage and Rosella sat inside, in front of the sleeping boy.
Magic Fever can let a human die if not treated in time. She came just in time, to let him survive.
Using her light magic, she cast two low-level spells.
[Heal]
Heal, because the fever continues to grow.
After casting, she saw her soft golden light engulf the boy's body and make his breath slow and even. His pale complexion changed to a rosy one.
And when the light ended, she cast another spell.
[Manifest]
Manifest, because she wants to know what kind of magic he had.
A deep golden light shone from the boy's body.
"A Cherished One. They give birth to a Cherished One." Muttered Rosella twice.
Fortunately, the carriage had a proof sound spell.
The boy's eyelashes trembled, a sign for him to open his eyes, and a second later he slowly opened. And saw the change in the lady in front of him.
Her Platinum blond hair, and her sky-blue eyes, shone with cheerful light. And her white fluffy dress with golden patrons made her look otherworldly.
Rosella saw him, he was in a daze, but she knew he could hear her.
"I don't care what was your name before. From now on, your real name will be Jacob. But everyone else will know you as Jay. Don't let anyone know your real name nor discover your magic." Rosella spoke softly, but her stern tone made the boy know the importance of his name and magic.
He did not care to understand where his magic came from.
He just nodded to Rosella, the warm and familiar feeling she gives him made him feel at ease.
After nodding, the boy fell asleep once again.
Rosella sighed. 'I bless your birth and our encounter.'