"Millers, go and call your sister for dinner. Today your father caught a gray rabbit. Let's eat rabbit soup."

Just as the young boy was still writing messages in that inferior diary, the sound from outside the door had already appeared - it was obvious that this was the voice of his mother in Millers' memory. When this legendary archer was young, whenever the poor family had a rare opportunity to taste some "delicious food", his kind mother would use this gentle voice to call his only son out for dinner, and the fragrance of the meal filled the small wooden house. The young Millers would almost certainly run out of the room happily to celebrate the rare joy.

This can be said to be a very beautiful part of Milles' childhood memory. Although there is a slightly abrupt "sister" in the illusory world now, with the call of relatives, a deep and calm subtle warmth emerges deep in Milles's heart.

God knows how many years of lonely journey, Milles, who has been walking in the world as a legendary pro in seclusion, actually missed the most sincere family affection he had when he was a child. Now, because of a disaster, he dreamed of returning to the world in his memory, and heard the extremely familiar and unfamiliar call. The legendary strong man in a trance actually felt that the warmth he could feel now was so tempting and wonderful. In comparison, his boring legendary career seemed as vague as a dream...

This is a very dangerous omen. Any professional knows the consequences of losing his mind and judgment in battle, and Millers is no exception.

But... but he couldn't control his emotions. Even though there seemed to be a voice in the deepest part of his heart that he had to wake up quickly, as the mother's voice came into his ears and the fragrance of the broth soaked his heart, a little boy who was staggering was still hurried out of the yard.

The spells at the Huiyue level are not something that ordinary legendary professions can resist, and not all legends can have the incredible powerful willpower of punk. In fact, as time passes by little, Millers may have begun to take everything he sees now as reality.

"Lotalie, don't be too playful, come here to have a meal soon! My mother made us rabbit soup."

"I understand, brother, I'll come here now."

It was like a bunch of flowers running out of the corner of the small yard. The elf girl standing in the sun looked as beautiful and elegant as a dancing butterfly... Of course, if Milles could not break free from the illusory cage, Lotalie, who was just a primary apprentice, would be even more impossible to distinguish between reality and dreams. Now she really regarded her elf as a part of this family and as a sister who was only one year younger than Milles.

It is rare for farmers to get meat, and rabbits with amazing speed are even harder to catch, so when they hear that the family actually made delicious rabbit soup, the saliva girl ran over at the fastest speed without saying a word.

"The rabbit must be delicious, brother, let's go home quickly."

"Uh-huh".

"How did your father catch the rabbit? Did he use a trap? Or a hoe? I hope that giving us delicious rabbits will not die too painful."

"Yeah, the little rabbit's Spirit of Heaven would be happy if he knew that Lotalie was so happy."

"I can't find my doll anymore. Can you help me find it?"

"Radon dolls? Have we ever had ragdolls in our family?"

Holding the little hand of "sister" and bathing in the warm sunset, Millers suddenly realized that his mind could not catch up with this lively sister.

He listened to Lotalie, who couldn't stop talking, asked various questions. The little girl's thinking was a bit too active, but in the process, the little boy's own brain became slower and slower like a rusty clockwork, until his answer began to show signs of being slow to react.

"My sister has so many thoughts in her little head. I really can't keep up with this... What's that word called? Thinking speed? Right is thinking speed! I can't keep up with his thinking speed......"

She made a slightly stiff promise to Lotalie that she would help her find a "unicorn doll" tomorrow morning. While enjoying the warm atmosphere, Millers suddenly felt a little weird.

Unicorn rag doll”? What is that? He knew that rag dolls were a toy that rich little girls like, but... what is a unicorn?

"It's so troublesome to think about something. I always feel weird but..."

"Brother, eat food quickly."

A fat rabbit's legs were handed into Milles' wooden bowl, and Lotalie, with a bright smile, looked like a little princess rewarding her knight.

However, the little boy with increasingly dazed expressions, even though he got the rabbit meat sent by his sister, he just frowned slightly and nodded dullly, and then responded in a formulaic voice:

"Thank you sister, don't forget to leave some rabbit meat for your parents, they have worked hard for a day..."

"No, no, no, you are still growing, these rabbit meats are yours..."

"Eat slowly, don't swallow it, the bones must be gnawed clean..."

Mechanized words naturally can only be exchanged for mechanized responses. After Millers, who was dull, said the first "line", his parents, who were only seventeen or eighteen years old, decisively said the remaining "reasonable sentences".

On the surface, this may be a very warm scene of a family of four having a meal together, right?

But in fact, the scene that happened in this small wooden house at this moment was not only not at all warm, but also seemed quite terrifying.

Because neither Millers nor the "father" and "mother" sitting on both sides of the dining table had lost their expressions and tone, the humble words had gradually become monotonous "lines", and the action of swallowing food seemed as stiff as mechanical operation. At this time, only Lotalie could speak, move, and taste delicious food normally - of course, for now, she had not noticed anything wrong with everything around her. After all, due to some "unnamed" "secret operations", she had already perfectly integrated into the special role of "sister".
Chapter completed!