Chapter 38 The daily life of the black three-star orphanage
Central Continent,????——
The rain fell drippingly on the ground.
The petite boy sat shivering in a haystack near the village.
Just the day before, he was with his family and companions, living a life of food, but he couldn't stand it anymore, because their family was locked in a cage, fattened, and it was time for slaughter.
One by one, the companions and family members were dragged out by the owner, and then the other companions and family members breathed a sigh of relief - they could live for another ten minutes.
Despite this, he didn't feel that he was pitiful or unfortunate, because his world had been like this since he was born.
However, his survival instinct drove him to sneak out. However, it was only a matter of time before his owner found him.
As the day and night passed, the sky turned dark again, and the owner might not come again, but even if he couldn't be found for a while and had no ability to find food, it wouldn't take long for him to die of thirst and starvation.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
He couldn't help but tremble. Something opened the haystack and spoke to him. Was he going to take him to his owner? Or was he going to eat him right away?
"Human? No...even though they are very similar, they have six hands, their ears are also triangular, and their skin color is different. Are the demons close relatives?"
He couldn't understand what the other person was saying, and he didn't know what to say. He just knew that he was the food of some greater existence.
"Are you hungry? Eat."
He smelled the aroma of the food, and reflexively grabbed the thing handed to him by the little hand, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it. It was like a warm current spread throughout his body, and the feeling of dying gradually disappeared. It turned out that it was good to be alive.
.
This is my benefactor.
Although some kind of circular halo with a certain pattern appeared on the way, he couldn't understand it and didn't care.
He was taken to a place with a strange environment by his benefactor. The benefactor stuffed something similar to the one used to kill his companions in his hand, and pointed to the opposite side not far away——
There was something pulled over by a being with blond hair and blue clothes like the benefactor.
"Kill that one and you won't have to be killed. From now on you will have food to eat every day and you won't have to worry about being eaten."
As long as you kill that one, you can have food without having to worry about being eaten one day. If you really want this kind of life, then kill it. He has seen how the original owner slaughtered his companions many times, and he knows how to do it.
His limbs were very weak, his body was very heavy, and the injury hurt. However, he succeeded and killed the opponent.
"[middle cure wounds], well, go and have a good meal, this will be your home from now on."
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"It's really easy to find escaped two-legged sheep in this world."
"Yes, that's true. But why are you so lucky to find good material?"
"Oh, I put stimulants in his food."
"Cheating! So cunning!"
"There seems to be no rule against doing this. How about we stimulate their desire to fight?"
The two Alices, each carrying a runaway sheep they had picked up, were quarreling.
"You two, stop arguing. Come on -" A short-haired black succubus girl wearing a black maid outfit ordered two blond elf maids to take one body away and take the other survivor to his residence.
"Yes." x 2
The two Alices responded, dragging a corpse and a six-handed man respectively and left the battle room of the War Ghost Orphanage in opposite directions.
"That child with six hands... has a good talent, but he is not suitable for depriving his mind to become a war ghost." Beside him was a black witch wearing a long black nightgown and a black nightcap, with long straight black hair behind her and turned off the magic detection device.
The magic circle stated the facts in a calm tone.
"Then, education and training as one of the centers of the collective?"
"Well, let's do it this way. By the way, how many kilograms of corpses have been collected from the materials that were eliminated and killed?"
"About two tons."
At this time, those who stayed in the room to talk were two people from the "Three Stars of Dark Masters" summoned and created by Crounpith.
At this time, the door, which had been closed for a short time, opened again.
"...,..., there is a new long-lost mission."
Iglia—a lolita in a princess dress with a light blue kelp head, calling herself Granbell’s sister, carrying a red spear, was walking in from the door, and stopped suddenly.
"Ah~" Iglia glanced awkwardly at the spear pressed against the door frame, moved the gun and walked into the room.
"Lia, even if you and Bei'er are given divine weapons, you don't need to be in such a way."
"Because it's too long, I can't fit small space props into it, and I don't have access to an unlimited backpack. I'm not used to weapons that can't automatically scale to fit my body size, but we can basically break the weapons we got from the indigenous people with one swing. This
There is no other way. Moreover, it would be disrespectful to question Pisi's gift. Although he occasionally goes offline and his overall view is somewhat lacking, he is still our creative summoner." Iglia said unhappily.
"You added the rest yourself, and we didn't say anything."
"By the way, what happened to those pauses before you?"
Iglia said: "In the future, please don't call each other by your racial name. The race has changed. I'm so used to it. Succubi, demons, and witches are not unique beings. You three should all give yourselves a name."
"When it comes to gathering profits?"
"Are you a watch?!"
"Julius?"
"Isn't that someone who received the information about the Dark Scripture not long ago?!"
After being criticized continuously, Maleficent glanced at the grimoire and said, "R'lyeh text?"
"Is your body a magic book?" Iglia continued to complain.
"So, how about World Snake Yolmgunter?"
"The scale is too big, are you the final boss?!"
"...It seems that I am not suitable for making witty remarks." The Black Witch, who was constantly being complained about, gave up and walked to a chair by the wall to sit down. She took out a cup from somewhere and poured a light red liquid into her mouth.
"Then you might as well call me Patch," she said.
"...Well, it sounds cute, so let's do it. Why are you acting elegant all of a sudden?"
"This is anti-fatigue medicinal tea. Yesterday and today I have been busy checking the data of all adoptees and war ghosts. I am very tired." Pachi put down the tea cup and complained, "The level of the Black Witch is higher than that of me as a goblin.
If you have more magic power, you will have more magic power, but this race must eat and sleep on time. As a fairy, even though you don’t have enough magic power, you don’t need to sleep. It’s hard to be out of sync with your physiology and memory. I feel—a little troubled.”
"Where's the mission?" The black-haired maid whose race is succubus returned to the topic.
"Think of your name first!"
"栄光?"
"ha?"
"snake?"
Iglia was a little angry and wanted to poke a hole in the ceiling with the red gun: "You guys who are just juniors to me, are you deliberately trying to make me happy?"
But looking at the two women with surprised looks on their faces, it seemed that was not the case.