Even in the human form, the shitabe nationality also has quite strong physical strength. Individual individuals can even grow to the level of a transformed werewolf. At present, although the shitabe boy who followed Brooks is not a physical specialization, if it is not about his strength, he is still completely beyond the human level.
However, with this strength alone, it is obvious that there is no way to get the iron fence door in front of us, which has been applied with a curing spell.
"Dang -"
Perhaps he found that he really couldn't bend the iron pipe with his hands. The boy soon gave up this futile behavior, but thought a little after reaching out and knocking.
"Er..."
In the cell, TIA had stood up. But perhaps out of habitual vigilance, she didn't go there immediately. Instead, she stood in the shadow of her place and looked back and forth between the boy outside the prison door and the man who had fallen to the ground and whose life and death were unknown.
After a moment, she hesitated and whispered:
"You just... Mentioned Brooks... He's here, too?"
"Huh?"
Outside the prison door, the shitabe boy heard the speech, slightly recovered from his thinking, raised his head and glanced at TIA.
"Well, he's up there."
"Up there?" TIA raised her head subconsciously.
"Yes," the boy nodded. "What's the name of that building... Brooks seems to call it a 'monastery'?"
"Is the black prison actually under the monastery?" TIA couldn't help thinking.
I was unconsciously transferred here in my sleep, and my eyes opened with endless darkness, so I didn't know where I was now, not just the confusion of time. At the moment, I learned from each other that although it was still of no help to extricate myself from difficulties, I couldn't help feeling a little less pressure.
Obviously, the state of ignorance is actually the most disturbing, isn't it?
"Anyway, thank you for coming to save me... And brooks, of course." TIA pursed her mouth, but knew that if she couldn't open the prison door, it would be impossible to talk about it. "So... Is there a way to open it?"
"Yes, of course," the boy outside the door immediately nodded, "but I was wondering if there was any better way."
He said this, pondered for a moment, and finally sighed as if he had compromised.
"Well, actually, I don't like doing this -"
As soon as the voice fell, TIA in the corner of the cell saw with some fear that the boy outside suddenly opened his mouth. And... It seems that his jaw is dislocated, his mouth is opening wider and wider, the corners of his mouth are gradually splitting to the ear roots on both sides, and the upper and lower tiger teeth are suddenly elongated, which looks particularly scary.
In the seconds when TIA was stunned and had no time to respond, the boy who had opened his mouth to a great extent suddenly tilted his head and suddenly bit on the iron pipe of the prison door.
"Hiss -"
A foul smelling liquid gushed from the tip of the boy's canine teeth and fell down the solid iron pipe, accompanied by the rustling sound of the rapid corrosion of the iron pipe. The spell attached to the prison door did not have any effect on this corrosive poison.
Not long after, the boy bit several iron pipes in sequence and corroded a hole in the lower half of the prison door for adults to climb out.
When he looked almost at it, he raised his head again, and the non-human face finally changed back to the harmless appearance of human and livestock at first.
However, when TIA was slightly frightened at the beginning and began to feel a little happy that the prison door had finally been successfully damaged, she saw the young man at the door suddenly bend down, put his hands on his knees and vigorously "bah" to the ground, spit out the residual venom in her mouth, and then kept that position and began to retch desperately.
Seeing this, she was at a loss. She could only continue to stand in place helplessly and was stunned.
After a while, the shitabe boy who couldn't spit out anything stopped retching, raised his arm and wiped his mouth casually:
"You should also smell it - this poison stinks and always makes my mouth sticky, so I don't like it. I can't help feeling sick every time I try."
Then he stepped back and waved to TIA in the cell:
"All right, come out!"
"... oh."
Seeing this, TIA could not help hesitating again. Then she went forward and bent down. She carefully stepped over the corroded holes on the ground and easily drilled out of the gap.
Just after she came to the aisle outside the door, she couldn't help but move aside and tried to stay away from the man who had fallen to the ground motionless since just now.
Then she turned her head to look at the shitabe boy and said timidly:
"Is he... Dead?"
"No, it's just a temporary sleep." the boy didn't see the falling figure on the ground, but replied casually, "if he dies, his spell will fail - you're obviously a wizard, don't you know?"
"Really?"
TIA glanced at the wand in each other's hand, the tip of which was still emitting a faint light. For a moment, she was not sure whether the school's spell professor had mentioned it, nor whether the facts were as they said.
"I... I'll study hard in the future," she said to herself.
However, it obviously doesn't matter whether TIA will seriously go to school or not. At the moment, he had taken several steps along the direction of coming when TIA was stunned.
"TIA prince, keep up."
Hearing the boy's faint urging voice not far away, TIA finally recovered. However, when she immediately took two steps to catch up with the other side, she hesitated and turned around, crept back to the rickety man on the ground, quickly pulled out the magic wand in each other's hand, and then held it tightly in her own palm.
Then she threw off her legs and ran to the boy who had walked a distance.
"What's the spell that makes the wand shine? School classroom... Spell learning class? I remember it seems to have been taught..."
While trying to run after the boy, TIA searched her stomach secretly, trying to pull out some magic knowledge she might have heard in class and accidentally remembered from the corner of her memory.
Unfortunately, she didn't even know that she might not even be able to use the wand "picked up" from others.