His movements were covert, yet the disparity in power was too great. The man in the black robe easily blocked the surprise attack and said in a contemplative tone:
"I thought you were just a bunch of ordinary petty thieves, but it turns out there's a big fish among you."
"Mick, tell me, who are you working for?"
Mick felt as if his wrist was about to be crushed by the other, and as he inhaled sharply, he said:
"I don't work for anyone. I only work for ourselves."
The man in the black robe let out a cold laugh and said:
"Communication Magic, a kind of Noble Magic, isn't something an ordinary miner thief can master. If you don't want to talk, that's fine; I have plenty of time to make you talk eventually."
Mick glanced at the man in the black robe, showing a helpless expression on his face.
"Sorry, but I can't waste time with you; someone is waiting for my message."
The man in the black robe had a thought and tried to knock Mick out, but he was a step too late.
