Being Blind For Five Years, All My Disciples Became Forbidden Curse Mages

"Your Highness, this is the only food we have today… Please, our youngest daughter is about to starve to death…"

"Cut the crap! Give it to me!"

Before the dirty peasant woman in front of her could finish speaking, Persian kicked her away, snatched the apple from her hand, and stuffed it into his mouth. He let out a long burp.

"Burp…!"

Persian patted his round belly in satisfaction and walked towards his next target.

"… Boohoo… My apple… It wasn't easy for me to find an apple…"

The farmer's wife clutched the tattered pocket in her hand and cried softly.

Hearing the cries, the people around her looked at her with pity.

Their family was already on the verge of starvation.

She heard that her husband went to war and was stabbed to death by Humans on the battlefield.

When the Human army attacked, she picked up her two children and followed the evacuation team here.

Her infant child cried every day because she did not have milk to drink.

In the beginning, the cries were still very powerful, but over the past few days, one could no longer hear their breathing.

Her other daughter was not much better.

After the rain yesterday, her youngest daughter had a high fever and had nothing to eat. Her body could not recover, so she probably would not make it through today.

Many of the refugees present looked at Persian with disdain.

The situation had already become like this, but this guy still relied on his strong body to plunder other people's food!

If he hadn't beheaded the Human Second Prince and the Forbidden Spellcaster, they wouldn't have ended up like this!

Was it so great to have a crown on his head?

"Auntie… I still have some food here. Take it."

A child with a lean face stretched out his trembling hand and dripped the dried mushroom in his hand in front of the farmer's wife.

"I've eaten it before. This mushroom is not poisonous! You won't be hungry after eating it!"

"Thank you, thank you… Child, you will definitely be a great person in the future…"

Hope lit up in the farmer's wife's eyes. She reached out and gently removed the umbrella cover of a mushroom.

"Auntie only needs to eat this little bit. You can eat the rest yourself…"

The peasant woman tried her best to prop herself up and smiled at the little girl in front of her.

"Alright! You lowlifes are actually hiding food? Give it to me!"

The Dwarf Prince appeared behind the two of them like a vicious dog.

He grabbed the little girl's hair and rudely pulled the fungus handle from her hand. He stuffed it into his mouth and chewed.

"Gulp."

Persian swallowed the food in his mouth and turned to glare fiercely at the peasant woman.

"You, hand over the food in your hand!"

"Your Highness, please, don't!"

The farmer's wife quickly held the small mushroom umbrella in her hand and curled up tightly, protecting the only food in her arms.

The Dwarf Prince raised his leg and kicked the peasant woman hard.

"Ah—!"

The farmer's wife gritted her teeth and endured the pain on her back. She hugged the fungus umbrella in her hand tightly.

"I told you to hand over the food!! Do you hear me?!"

Seeing that the peasant woman did not listen to him at all, the Dwarf Prince's face suddenly became ferocious, and the strength of his foot increased.

"Ah!"

"Ah!!"

The peasant woman wailed miserably. Her back was almost deformed from the kick, but she still hugged the small fungi umbrella in her hand tightly and refused to let go no matter what.

The surrounding people hid at the side. Although they also hated this unreasonable prince, he could kill them all alone.

Therefore, they could only endure it.

"Let go of me!"

Persian's eyes turned red. He reached out and pinched the farmer's wife's neck.

"Ahem… Your Highness… Your Highness…"

The peasant woman panted with difficulty. The scene in front of her became more and more blurry. In the end, her head tilted and she fainted.

Her body gradually loosened, and a mushroom cap that had long been crushed stuck to the farmer's hand.

"Tsk, I thought it was something special since she protected it like a treasure for a long time. I didn't expect it to be a pile of dog shit!"

Persian stared at the mushroom cap in the peasant woman's hand for a while. Then, he spat on it and left.

It wasn't until Persian left that the Dwarfs crawled out of their hiding places and clenched their fists in anger.

Such things happen every day.

They had had enough!

However, they did not have much strength to begin with, and they did not have enough to eat. Even if a group of them gathered together, they could not defeat Persian alone!

"Damn it… If I could eat my fill, I would definitely go up and beat that guy up!"

A scrawny Dwarf waved his fist and pointed at Persian's back.

"Sigh, let's not talk about you. How could we not want to?"

An old man wiped the wounds and loot on the farmer's wife's body and lowered his head with a bitter smile.

"We can't even eat our fill now, let alone take revenge."

"If only the gods would give us a meal."

The little girl who had been thrown to the side covered the wound on her head and staggered over.

"The rice… smells so good…"

The farmer's wife slowly woke up under the care of the old man.

"Old man… Do you smell food?"

"Sigh…"

The old man looked at the peasant woman in his arms and shook his head. Had she been beaten silly just now?

How could there be food in the wilderness?

Suddenly, the skinny young man frowned and sniffed his surroundings.

"I think I smell a fragrance. Do you smell it?"

The old man frowned.

Why did everyone say that they smelled the fragrance of food?

"Look! Someone is cooking over there!"

The little girl pointed in the direction of the border.

On the other side of the border, a Human and several Dark Elves were setting up a huge stove.

He started the fire in one go.

Under the command of the Humans, the Dark Elves carried a bag of rice and poured it into the pot.

The Human picked up the spatula and continued to stir-fry in the pot. The plump rice instantly expanded and turned into fragrant stir-fried rice.

Just by smelling the fragrance of stir-fried rice, many Dwarfs could not help but drool.

"Food…"

When the peasant woman smelled the fragrance, she reluctantly propped herself up and walked in that direction.

However, just as she was about to go over, the Dwarfs beside her stopped her.

"Don't go!"

On the first day they came to the border, they had experienced the danger of the border trap.

Moreover, that Human was deliberately cooking here. Perhaps he was trying to lure them there and kill them!

Although the fragrance was tempting, the Dwarfs present only dared to swallow their saliva and surround the border.

No one dared to step forward.