This was the last doggy door he had to crawl through.
The system notified him that he had completed the task.
But he wasn't happy about it at all right now.
The doggy door at the butcher's house was too small. As a half-grown boy trying to crawl through, he got stuck. Now, the part of him above his shoulders was outside the wall, while the rest of his body was still in the butcher's yard.
Behind him, he could hear the butcher's cursing.
"Run? Go on, run..."
"I was wondering who had such guts. Turns out it's just a little brat who hasn't even hit puberty. Some little beggar from who-knows-where dares to come to my house and steal my pigs? You didn't even bother to ask around about Butcher Wallace's reputation on this street. I think you've got a death wish."
As he spoke, the man kicked him in the butt.
"Get out. Get out here."
Butcher Wallace was very strong. Although he didn't put his full force into it, the kick still made Arthur Jacobs cry out in pain.
"AHH... Stop."
