After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!

Running, Boas called back, ”I’m not a bad guy.”

”If you’re not a bad guy, stop then.”

Shouted the police from behind.

The one dragging Boas shouted, ”If you stop, you’re dead meat.”

”But... but I didn’t do anything.”

Boas said as he ran.

”Stop explaining, from your actions it’s clear what you’re planning to do, 46 Grave Street, right? Currently, it’s owned by some rich Indians. I scouted the area before too, but they have too many dogs, and the dog food I ordered hasn’t arrived yet.”

The person explained.

”Dog food?”

Boas asked, confused.

”Yeah, the kind that makes them fall asleep after eating.”

The person held onto Boas’s arm and said disdainfully, ”You must be new to this, your stamina is awful. We’ve barely run far, and you’re already out of breath, there’s no way you’ll lose those cops like this.”

Boas:...

He was a noble wizard, not a thief.

Because he was talking while running, a gust of air filled his stomach, making him cramp.

Holding his belly, Boas said, ”You go ahead, I won’t run anymore.”