Chapter 1 1. Adoption
The quiet study room was covered with camel red wool carpet. The morning light outside the window shone slantly in and fell on the figure behind the desk.
Fine floating dust was swimming in the air. The slender palms glistening in the sun held the wine glass, and the blood-red liquid was sloshing in the glass.
A complicated dark purple six-pointed star array suddenly appeared in front of the desk, disturbing the silence flowing in the study. The space cracked, and a tall dark purple figure emerged from the void.
She has a graceful figure, a tail like a whip, and two hooves. Her narrow eyes gaze seductively at the figure behind the desk.
Just when the atmosphere was about to turn to a charming one, it stopped abruptly in the succubus' slightly opened purple lips:
"Puff, puff —"
A chill hit my face, and the wine sloshed around in the glass. For a moment, the young and handsome figure was stunned: "What...?"
The succubus' dexterous tongue licked his lips: "Puff, puff, puff -"
More The saliva he spat out unscrupulously fell on his cheeks, emitting a fishy stench that was heavier than dirt.
The young man who had no time to react subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it. Then, the boy huddled in the thatch woke up from his spoiled dream.
A pig swung its tail, exuding the same smell as a succubus and "humming humming" as it passed by.
The boy fell back into the haystack with residual warmth, nostalgic for the warmth and the succubus.
His baggy blue pajamas were stained, and specks of mud stuck to his graying black hair.
The sky outside the hut was gloomy, and drizzle was falling. The mud dripping from the holes in the shed roof and splashing out became one of the culprits that woke him up.
Today is the third day since he passed through that door and came into this world.
When he dragged his body that was several years younger and wandered around the forest meadow for several hours without discovering the culprit that appeared and disappeared out of thin air - a carved wooden door, he didn't want to linger there even after night fell. Annan, who was in the forest where the howls of wolves were heard, walked along a dirt road at dusk and arrived at a town that looked like a medieval town.
Then a magnificent, thrilling, fantastic and strange starving career began.
This is not the cognitive Middle Ages.
The communication between residents and travelers with unique skin colors and eye colors is definitely not in any known language.
"Hmph——"
A dirty pig's head poked out from the fence under the dilapidated hut not far away.
But pigs are still pigs, and the sun and moon are still there.
Annan waved to it. When the light rain gradually stopped, I climbed up from the haystack and prepared for a new day's work.
Pucking away the haystack under him, Annan put the copper coins earned in the previous two days into his pocket.
The dark sky after the rain was foggy, and the moisture carried by the wind made people shiver.
Annan wrapped up her dirty and damp pajamas and walked along the narrow alley with sewage flowing across it to the busiest street in the town. She sat familiarly among a group of homeless people in ragged clothes and smelly bodies, and started today. Begging work——
After all, he couldn’t do anything except begging because of the language barrier.
Even being unskilled in business means that his daily salary is only one-third to one-seventh of that of the beggars around him. Usually one, sometimes three at most.
Annan only used one copper coin every day to buy a small piece of unpalatable but filling bran bread mixed with sawdust, leaving the extra to deal with unforeseen emergencies.
But it would be unfair to say that Annan only begged for shame. He learned an Esperanto phrase "go away", which may also mean "really dirty" or "get out of the way" or "so dirty".
A shadow deeper than the dark clouds suddenly fell, accompanied by an incomprehensible voice.
I seem to have good luck today. A kind-hearted person is willing to give charity so quickly.
Annan looked up, and then, the only thing he could imagine was Tom's mistress in Tom and Jerry.
He is the Tom.
Annan really hoped that she was saying "Oh poor child", "He needs some food, clothes and money" and so on, but the greed and compassion in the woman's eyes between the flesh might also be saying "Oh, delicate "He needs a warm bed and a hug." The woman with desire waved and called to the troubled Annan. Annan wanted to scold her loudly... but there is nothing worse than freezing to death on the streets. ?
A few minutes later, the weak and helpless Annan followed the bear-like strong woman, while the beggars around him eagerly grabbed the haystacks left behind.
Standing in front of the street, a thin, malnourished, withered pony pulled a cart full of goods and drove past Annan.
Oh, poor little pony.
…
“Why is his hair black…”
“Could it be an elf…”
“The bard in the tavern said that there are elves. Pointed ears..."
"Maybe he's a mixed race..."
"This boy is a nobleman. I have heard him speak. I can't understand it, but it sounds as good as singing..."
"Look, he is going to eat..."
Dusk fades In the evening, three silhouettes lay by the window, whispering.
One of the sturdy figures patted the person next to him: "Martin, go get some bread and clothes quickly. He must be starving. His stomach will hurt just from drinking soup."
"Oh."
The silhouette of the man called Martin left the window, went into the room, picked up an oil lamp and a linen coat, ran to the kitchen, held the oil lamp under his arm, and grabbed a loaf of black bread from under the kitchen cloth.
On the other side, Annan, who was unaware of the movement outside the window, waited cautiously. The unknown frightened him, and women made him uneasy. Fortunately, there is a bowl of hot and fragrant broth that warms the heart.
Bang——
Annan, who was sipping the broth, raised his head in surprise and saw the door being pushed open. Under the oil lamp, a thick, stick-like shadow penetrated behind the door...< br>
……
Annan almost attacked this family who treated him well.
Gratefully taking the bread and clothes, Annan subconsciously wanted to say thank you, but then remembered that they spoke another language, so he could only smile quietly.
The black bread and broth made Annan's stomach bloated after not having eaten for a long time. Not long after, the woman and a dark, thin middle-aged man carried a bed into the room, pointed at Annan, and then pointed at the clothes.
Annan understood what they meant and put on this washed and faded linen coat.
The clothes are a little loose and a little rough for Annan now, but they are much better than the dirty pajamas whose original color is covered up by mud.
Annan sat on the low steps in the yard and looked at the night sky.
The woman and the man lived in the adjacent bedroom, while the young man went out and went somewhere unknown.
Now that he is full and warm, he finally has time to think about things other than survival.
Looking at the sparse starry sky under the moonlight, Annan began to miss the hustle and bustle of the earth, the food of the earth, and...
A burning flame suddenly rose outside the town, like Fireworks light up the night sky. In the direction of the flames, two chasing figures were fighting outside the town, emitting strange lights and explosions from each other.
Not a sleight of hand or magic, it was some kind of magic.
As the two figures moved away, the flames dimmed and disappeared, and the darkness of night suddenly engulfed Annan's face.
Also gone is Annan’s longing for his hometown.
(End of this chapter)