"Let's go." Anse patted Brat.
If he had been strong enough, he would have stepped in. Good and evil had nothing to do with it—those slave traders were walking experience points.
But when the risks outweighed the rewards, he had to weigh things carefully.
He had just taken a step when a faint ripple of magic came from his backpack, growing stronger and stronger.
"Huh? What is that?"
His backpack was light and did not contain much. Anything worthless had been left behind in the inn room.
He set down the backpack and opened it, only to freeze. It was the Magic Contract Dorothea had given him.
Dorothea was the old mage who had sold him the Spell Storing Ring and Protection Cloak on credit.
When he unfolded the Magic Contract, the contents on the front remained unchanged, but a thin line of magical light had appeared on the back, pointing straight toward... his left.
"Clara, hurry over here! There's a ship!"
A shout reached his ears. His expression changed as he immediately flipped over the Magic Contract. The target requesting rescue was unmistakably Clara!
"The Magic Contract can do that too?"
He looked up and saw a red-haired young man hurrying over while leading a little girl by the hand.
The little girl was truly tiny. She wore a small red cloak and carried a blue backpack. Her little face was fair and tender, her ears pointed, and her eyes huge. She looked no older than four or five.
Most striking were her eyes—one blue and one purple, like two glittering gemstones.
"This... I nearly got screwed over."
The Magic Contract had clearly stated that Clara was a Professional, but it had never mentioned her age.
He focused his mind on the girl, and Dice quickly displayed her information.