Noon, the outskirts.
Scratch!
Marvin struck a match and tossed it into the pit in front of him filled with rat carcasses.
As soon as the flame touched the oil, it ignited into a roaring inferno, accompanied by billowing black smoke and oppressive waves of heat.
Standing at the edge of the pit, Marvin stared into the flames with a tense face, his gaze flickering as he mulled over the events that had just unfolded.
After leaving Lady Ante's house, they visited several other clients and discovered the same situation.
The ratio of cursed rats to normal ones was about 1:10, and the infestation had not yet spread further.
This also confirmed his earlier speculations.
If the source of the curse couldn't be located...
Then a large-scale epidemic would inevitably occur next.
"Little Black."
"Right here, right here!"
Little Black, who had been sniffing wildflowers and herbs, dashed over. "What do you need from me, Master Meow?"
