"Host, you..."

Vili knew exactly what it was going to ask.

"It's just a bit of mind control magic... I've said it before, this is the type I'm best at."

This seems to be a world without magic, so these people have very low resistance. He achieved the current effect with almost no magic.

But even with just that, it still feels like they got off too easy...

Willy stroked his chin, just about to do something else, when he heard the door being pushed open again.

Are there any other people he's overlooked?

Vili looked over and saw a familiar man exuding a murderous aura. His eyes were bloodshot, and even the air seemed to be ignited by his anger. However, he froze on the spot when he saw the scene inside the door.

Willy landed lightly on the ground and quietly patted him on the back.

The butcher, who was nearly two meters tall, turned around, stared at Willy for two seconds with his gray-blue eyes, and then immediately rushed over and picked Willy up.

Those steel-like arms held him captive, and the size difference left Willy's feet dangling in the air. As he struggled, he kicked at the man's bulging muscles, but the butcher seemed to feel no pain and did not loosen his grip in the slightest.

After a long while, the butcher finally came to his senses from his frenzy, but the first thing he did was not to release Vili, but to grab Vili's foot with his burning hands. The slender ankle seemed as if it could be broken with the slightest twist in his hands, but he held it like a precious jewel.

He didn't say anything, but Willie could understand his meaning from their time together.

Why didn't you wear slippers? You came out barefoot.

The butcher gently warmed the boy's feet with his own body heat until he felt comfortable enough, then reluctantly let go.

Willie initially wanted to scold him for his rude behavior, but seeing how frightened he seemed yet still trying to take care of himself, she felt sorry for him.

He rolled his eyes and pointed inside the house.

"It's all their fault, they scared me."

His voice was no different from usual, but the butcher's pupils suddenly contracted sharply, and his heart seemed to be clenched tightly.

He gently bent down and released Vili, gesturing for the boy to go somewhere else, and then turned to face the door.

He somehow ended up holding that boning knife that only appeared at night.

Alright, now we have someone to help clean up the mess.

Willie clapped his hands happily and hummed a song as he walked toward the dining table.