Teacher by day, Farmer by passion-Chapter 132: Blind Dog.

Ace crouched down, eyeing the motionless girl.

"Is she… playing dead?"

He poked her lightly with a stick.

No response.

After confirming that she was breathing but unconscious, he circled around her, tilting his head in mild curiosity.

Losing interest, he turned his attention to the surroundings—only to freeze. "...Wow."

His brows furrowed as he took in the scene. How the fk did this land get a downgrade?

Ace glanced at where he stood as he realised he was a few feet below ground level.

His face twisted in disbelief.

"...Xiao Wuzi."

A deep sigh left his lips. "Did he try to punch his way into the system space? Or did he set up some kind of trap…?"

Either way, this wasn't normal. His eyes flicked back to the petite girl lying motionless.

"Or was this... her doing?" he muttered under his breath.

Then, shaking his head, he sighed. "I'm pretty sure this should be illegal where I'm from… but whatever."

Without further hesitation, he reached out and touched her. In an instant, the girl vanished into the system space.

Ace straightened and sent a message to Lily inside the space. "Lily, nurse her back to health if you can. I need her to explain... some stuff."

His gaze swept over the ruins once more.

"Oh well..." Ace sighed, rubbing the back of his head as he began climbing out of the pit.

With a bit of effort, he pulled himself up and dusted off his clothes.

Then, he glanced down at the ground below.

A long pause.

"...Oh. I could've just jumped."

But before he could really gave much thought,a child's excited cry rang out, piercing through the quiet murmurs of the street.

"Quick, quick! Someone really came out of the hole!"

Ace's gaze snapped toward the source—a young boy standing nearby, his voice filled with urgency.

The commotion instantly drew attention.

Villagers turned their heads, curiosity flashing in their eyes as they gathered around.

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Realizing that staying any longer might spell trouble, Ace wasted no time. With his gold rank ability, he instantly rushed away before anyone else saw him.

"Isn't that Old Man Kaido's little son?"

"The blind boy?"

"Yeah, the one whose mother used to work in the entertainment houses."

The crowd that had slowly formed after the shout from the boy began whispering amongst themselves.

"You mean he's the one who called out just now?"

"Ah... I got fooled."

"Sigh, and here I thought we could earn a reward for reporting a person coming out."

Disappointed, the villagers lost interest just as quickly as they had gathered, dispersing one by one.

Ace, now at a safe distance, turned back and observed the boy from afar.

Something about him felt... unusual.

With a curious tilt of his head, Ace slowly walked back toward him.

"Little boy," Ace called out. "You can see, can't you?"

The boy turned toward him, grinning.

"Mister, I don't know if you've noticed, but…" He gestured vaguely to his face.

"I'm blind."

Ace rubbed his chin. "Yeah, but just now, you said—'Quick, quick! Someone really came out of the hole!' How did you see then?"

The boy chuckled. "I never said I saw someone come out."

Ace's brows lifted slightly. He had a point.

So he didn't actually see anything—but then, how did he know someone was there?

Can he sense people?

Ace narrowed his eyes, intrigued. "Tell me your name."

The boy smiled brightly. "Blind Dog."

Ace flinched. What kind of name is that?

"...Who gave you that name?"

"The elders in my sect," the boy answered, his tone casual.

Ace blinked. "Sect? You're in a sect?"

"Yep. The Beggar Sect," Blind Dog said with a grin.

Ace's curiosity deepened. "Do they treat you well?"

"Oh yes!" the boy chirped. "Exceptionally well!"

Ace was about to sigh in relief when—

"...Especially on the days when we scam a lots of people. Or we just get feed once a while."

Ace's lips twitched. "...Scam?"

Blind Dog nodded . "Yeah... We sit on the road and beg, but we only approach people who've already given money to other beggars before. That way, we know they'll feel bad and give us some too."

"...Isn't that just begging?"

The boy's grin widened. "Mister, you sure ask a lot of questions. How about you treat me to a meal instead?"

Ace glanced at the ruined remains of his favorite inn and let out a deep sigh.

"Well... since my go-to place is now a pile of rubble, let's go find another establishment."

"I know just the place. Follow me."

Something about the way Blind Dog said that sent a prickle of unease down Ace's spine. But he didn't question it. He simply followed.

Leaving the ruins of the inn behind, they weaved through the narrow streets, away from the destruction.

As they walked, the boy spoke, his tone casual yet carrying a strange weight.

"Mister, you see, where I come from, the elders have a saying—Feed them just enough so they don't starve to death. Leave them hungry, and they'll understand our pain more and more."

Ace listened quietly, his steps steady beside the boy's.

"And in our line of work, information is wealth. We gather as much as we can, pass it around, and that's how we make our money."

Ace narrowed his eyes. "Don't you think those are confidential?. But you're still just a kid. How do you know all this?"

Blind Dog grinned, his expression unreadable. "I just know things. Don't worry about it, Mister."

That only made Ace more suspicious, but before he could press further, they arrived at their destination.

It was an old, run-down house—barely holding itself together.

But the rich scent of food wafted through the cracks, making it clear that despite its appearance, this place had something worthwhile inside.

Ace stepped in without hesitation.

Then—

"I've brought you the man who came out of the hole," Blind Dog announced to the innkeeper. His voice was smug, satisfied.

"And now, I want my food."

Ace blinked.

"...The hell?"