The quiet study room was covered with camel red wool carpet, and the morning light outside the window shone in, falling on the figure behind the desk.
Tiny dust floated in the air. The wine glass was held in the slender palms of the hands that were shining brightly in the sun, 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.
He has a graceful figure, a tail like a whip, and two hooves. His narrow eyes gaze seductively at the figure behind the desk.
Just when the atmosphere was about to turn to a charming one, it suddenly stopped with the succubus' slightly opened purple lips:
"Puff, puff -"
A chill hit my face, the wine sloshed around in the glass, and the young and handsome figure was stunned: "What...?"
The succubus' dexterous tongue licked her lips: "Puff, puff, puff -"
More saliva spat out unscrupulously and landed 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 and passed by "humming humming" with a smell that was the same as that of a succubus.
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 holes dripping from the roof of the hut, and the splashing mud 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 grassland for several hours, he still didn't find the culprit that appeared and disappeared out of thin air - a carved wooden door. He didn't want to stay in the forest where the howling of wolves sounded when night fell.
Annan walked along a dirt road at dusk and arrived at a small town that looked like a medieval town.
Then began a magnificent, thrilling, fantastic and strange starving career.
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 thatched 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, he got up from the haystack and prepared for a new day's work.
Opening up 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 where sewage flows to the busiest street in the town. She sat familiarly among a group of homeless people in ragged clothes and smelly bodies, and began today's begging work——
After all, he couldn't do anything except begging because he didn't understand the language.
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 coin, sometimes three coins 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 for 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 from Tom and Jerry.
He is that Tom.
Annan really hoped that she was saying "Oh poor child" "He needs some food, clothing and money" and so on, but the greed and compassion in the woman's eyes between the flesh could also be saying "Oh delicate
"He needs a warm bed and a hug."
The woman filled with desire waved to Annan, who was struggling. Annan wanted to scold her loudly... but what could be worse than freezing to death on the streets due to hunger?
A few minutes later, the weak and helpless Annan followed the bear-like strong woman, while the beggars around him eagerly grabbed the hay pile left behind.
Standing in front of the street, a thin, malnourished, and shriveled 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 elves have 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's going to eat..."
In the evening when dusk faded, three silhouettes lay by the window, whispering.
The sturdy figure among them 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 Martin, who was called, 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 the woman made him uneasy. Fortunately, there was a bowl of hot and fragrant broth that warmed his heart.
Bang——
Annan, who was holding a cup of broth and sipping, raised his head in surprise and saw the door being pushed open. Under the oil lamp, a thick stick-shaped shadow penetrated behind the door...
…
Annan almost attacked this family who treated him well.
Annan gratefully accepted the bread and clothes. He 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, who had not eaten for a long time, feel bloated. 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
clothing.
Annan understood what they meant and put on this washed and faded linen coat.
The clothes are a bit loose and 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 courtyard and looked at the night sky.
The woman and the man lived in the adjacent bedroom, while the young man went out and disappeared to nowhere.
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 lighting up the night sky. In the direction of the flames, two chasing figures were fighting outside the town, each other emitting strange lights and explosions.
It wasn't a trick 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.
