The next moment, Lynn tore off toward Curse City, holding Alice in his arms as he drove and roared.
"He can't read a damn thing!"
Were they kidding? Big Tongue spent every day eating or sleeping, and even his speech was nothing but hiss, hiss, hiss~. Asking him to read was obviously asking too much!
He was a tongue! He didn't have a brain!
He was clearly a world-class illiterate!
And even if he could read, he was probably the sort who couldn't find his way home once he stepped outside. A shut-in tongue who had spent decades gathering mold in a cellar would be lucky just to tell north from south!
"No! I have to find him right away! The city's so dangerous now. Who knows whether he's already been captured and subjected to unimaginable humiliation and abuse!"
Frantic, Lynn drifted around a corner and sped toward the edge of the camp.
Images instantly filled his mind of his Little Darling chained up in strange positions, threatened into putting his flexibility to use, and forced to wriggle into bizarre places!
No!
Absolutely not!
But he had barely sped a few dozen meters before the space around him twisted like a kaleidoscope. The next second, he was teleported back to Sir Awen's side.
"Calm down."
Sir Awen patted his shoulder with a wry smile and blocked his path.
"In your current condition, going to Curse City won't help. How about this? Go back and get some proper rest. I'll send someone to check that camp. If he really isn't there, give me the address where he was staying before, and I'll help you look. That'll keep you from stirring up more trouble, too."
"But..." Lynn said anxiously.
Sir Awen reassured him. "Nothing should happen to him. The two great religious