Chapitre 173: A mysterious friend

"Who are you?" I blurted.

I looked closer at my saviour. The hood of his cloak was pulled down so much that I could only see his chin. It was sharp and pale. He wore cloth gloves and leather boots, and the rest of his clothes, while simple, were too nice for another street urchin. Or even for a village boy like me.

From his high-pitched voice, height and flat chest, I'd say he was a boy about ten or eleven summers old. To be saved by a kid younger than myself stung, but… he did save me, so I added, "Whoever you are, thanks for saving me. It was really cool, what you did."

That was true. I had a knife, but I didn't even think to use it, while this boy acted like putting knives to people was absolutely normal.

He stashed it in a sheath on his thigh and raised his hood a little to look at me. The sight of his face made me flinch. The kid looked not just pale; he was white as a ghost. I could see veins under his huge eyes with dot-like pupils.