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Chapter 53 Sympathy is not necessary for them

Hearing Jack's exclamation, Rom turned his head.

On the edge of that scorched, bombed snowfield, only two surviving thieves remained.

They were originally tasked with taking Elena hostage, but because Rom had deliberately controlled the area covered by the fireball, they were only able to escape unscathed because they were located on the edge of the area.

But at this moment, the two burly men were terrified.

They stared at the scattered limbs and mutilated bodies not far away, and at their leader, Gridov, now a headless corpse. Even the hands holding their knives trembled violently.

"My God...this person is a monster!"

As Rom and Jack approached, one of the thieves, his voice trembling, gripped Elena's neck tightly, the dagger leaving a bloody gash on the girl's fair skin.

"You...you stay away! If you come any closer, I'll kill this girl! She's with you, isn't she!"

"Put your hands up! No spellcasting allowed!"

Upon hearing this, Jack angrily shouted, "Bastards! If you dare touch a single hair on her head, this sorcerer will slice you into pieces!"

Romú, however, remained calm and did not even stop walking.

He had noticed that Elena, who was wearing a black hood, was trembling slightly, but her hands, which were behind her back, were quietly reaching for the thick light magic book in her arms through the gaps in her robes.

Rom stopped, spread his hands, and gave a kind smile:

"Do whatever you want, she's just a hitchhiker anyway. But... you'd better watch out from above, my fireballs aren't over yet."

"The sky?!"

The two thieves had already suffered severe psychological trauma from Rom's "fireball attack".

Upon hearing this, they reflexively looked up at the same time, staring at the night sky in horror.

The moment they looked up.

"Holy Light!"

Elena suddenly ripped off her hood and pulled out the magic book from her bosom.

With a delicate shout, an extremely dazzling, sun-like pure white holy light burst forth directly in front of the two thieves at point-blank range!

"Aaaaaah, my eyes!!!"

Caught completely off guard and at extremely close range, the two thieves' retinas were instantly and devastatingly damaged. The high concentration of light elements even ignited the skin on their faces.

The two screamed and dropped their daggers, clutching their eyes and collapsing to the ground in agony, their bodies emitting charred white smoke as they rolled around in the snow.

"The Holy Light will punish your sins!" Elena shouted breathlessly, her fair face filled with rage.

"Well done, Elena!" Jack whistled excitedly from the side.

Luo Mu nodded secretly.

He had noticed Elena's preparation to cast a spell long ago, which is why he deliberately used words to distract the thief.

For this college-educated girl who grew up in a greenhouse, being able to overcome her fear and bravely save herself in a life-or-death situation earned Luo Mu extra points in his heart.

At this moment, the two thieves lying on the ground had completely lost their fighting ability.

Their eyes were scorched gray by the high concentration of holy light, and they could no longer see anything.

Fear completely shattered their mental defenses. Following the direction of the sound, the two men prostrated themselves on the ground, frantically kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Grandpas! Grandmas!! Please don't kill us! We were forced into this! We were just trying to beg for food in the wilderness, we'll never do it again!"

One of the thieves groped his way forward, grabbed Elena's ankle, and pressed his bloodied face against her boot while weeping bitterly.

"Merciful mage, please spare me! It's all Gridorf's fault! We were just following his orders...!"

Elena was terrified when a thief with a charred face grabbed her leg and quickly kicked him away.

Looking at the two bandits crying so pitifully, her hand holding the law code trembled slightly, and for a moment she didn't know what to do.

Having grown up in the mage's attic in Silver Town, she received teachings on "forgiveness and mercy" from the Holy See.

Although she had seen countless wounded soldiers, she had never personally taken a life.

Hearing the other person's heart-wrenching cries, Elena felt a sudden pang of panic.

"How about... we tie them up and send them to the sheriff of Red Dragon City?" Elena looked at Rom, her tone pleading.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Before Elena could finish speaking, two extremely short whooshing sounds rang out.

Two blazing, dark orange fireballs grazed Elena's shoulders and struck the two thieves who were kowtowing and begging for mercy with pinpoint accuracy.

"Boom! Boom!"

With two muffled explosions, two transparent holes the size of washbasins were instantly blasted into the chests of the two thieves.

The mutilated corpse twitched silently twice in the snow, then fell completely still.

Warm blood splattered out, and a few drops landed on Elena's fair cheeks.

Elena's face turned deathly pale, and she froze, staring blankly at the two gruesome corpses on the ground, her breath catching in her throat.

Rom clapped his hands casually, walked forward, and without even glancing at the corpse on the ground, simply handed Elena a clean handkerchief, his tone indifferent:

"Elena, I know you're a kind person. But you shouldn't have any kindness towards scum like this, whose hands are stained with blood. Save your compassion for those who truly need it."

Rom's words were like a bucket of cold water, waking Elena from her shock.

She took the handkerchief and silently wiped the blood from her face, her fingers trembling slightly.

Jack, who was standing to the side, was also stunned when he saw this scene.

His gaze toward Rom suddenly held a profound sense of awe and fear.

Jack had assumed that Rom was just a genius mage who lived in seclusion in a remote town and was obsessed with magical research.

But he never expected that this handsome young man, who was about the same age as him, would be so decisive and cold-blooded when he killed someone, without even blinking an eye.

"Never mess with him... He's terrifying." Jack silently warned himself.

Rom ignored the complicated look in their eyes.

He turned his head and ordered, "Jack, I heard the cry of the snow deer. The carriage shouldn't have gone far; it should be in the woods over there. Go find it and bring it back. We can't stay here any longer."

"Yes, boss!"

Jack answered loudly like a new recruit receiving orders, his movements incredibly swift and his tone even more respectful than before. He quickly turned and ran in the direction the carriage had fled.

Romün walked alone to Gridov's headless corpse.

He used his toes to pry open the tattered black cloak. Although the corpse didn't have any valuable magic scrolls, Rom found a brass badge, half-melted by flames, on the man's waist.

"Since he's a wanted criminal on the guild's list, this badge and his head should be worth a lot of bounty or access in Red Dragon City."

He casually picked up the black wooden staff and the tattered badge together and put them in his pocket.