After returning home, although it was already very late, Tiyi, who was ordered to look after the house, still stood behind the door waiting for Art's return.
"Huh... no, I have to take a shower first." After opening the door, Ravens couldn't wait to rush in first, and ran upstairs without stopping. The stench emanating from his body made him...
It was like being soaked in a rotten swamp, even a witcher like him couldn't endure it for a long time.
"Master, this child seems to be waking up." Till, who came in later, glanced at the girl behind him uneasily. The wound on his head was no longer bleeding, but his body began to tremble continuously. It was indeed fast.
woke up.
"Who is this child?" Seeing this scene, Tiyi came over with some curiosity and looked at the dirty and thin child carefully.
"The master brought it back from the underground world." Till took the child off his back, held it in his hands, looked at it twice, seemed a little unbearable, and put it on the sofa.
"Yes, I originally planned to hand it over to Apple Blossom's orphanage, but she looks a bit fierce, and Apple Blossom may not be able to take care of her, so we should observe her first." Art took a few steps back slightly cautiously, for fear of
The child suddenly woke up and immediately held himself, the weakest, hostage.
"Tiyi, go and prepare a basin of hot water and a dry cloth...it's best to get some food." Art thought for a while, considering this guy's current situation, it might be a good choice to temporarily show his goodwill.
"I understand." Tiyi nodded and turned around to prepare.
And not long after, Yi Yao trembled more and more frequently, and the child from the underground world finally opened his eyes...
"Woo..."
But his eyes were immediately dazzled by the magic stone lamp on the ceiling, and he made an uncomfortable sound.
"Wake up, wake up, master, she's awake!" Till, who was watching closely from the side, screamed excitedly, a bit like an egg that had been tended for more than ten days finally hatched.
"!"
Seemingly startled by the cheers, the extremely thin girl immediately wanted to turn over and leave the sofa, but maybe she had never seen anything like this before, so she turned in the wrong direction.
As a result, half of the person fell into the gap in the back of the sofa and became motionless.
"Are you awake?" Art sat cautiously on a high chair not far away, motioned to Till to turn it back to the front, and asked, "How do you feel now?"
The underground girl who was turned back to her front by Tier seemed to have given up resistance, her gray-black eyes filled with despair and loss.
"How are you feeling now?" Seeing that she didn't respond, Till asked again, but Till's tone seemed gentler than that of Att.
"..." After hearing Tier's words, the girl was stunned for a moment, and said in a slightly less standard common language: "...My head hurts..."
"That's normal. Normally, even an adult wouldn't feel well if he was thrown like that." Seeing that he didn't seem to have much sense of resistance, Art left the high chair, got a little closer, and said, "Other than that
What about outside? Other parts of the body, or is there anything in the body that is not going well?"
"Who are you?" When the girl saw Art approaching, she seemed to become a little nervous, her breathing became a little rapid, and there seemed to be something wrong with her throat, coupled with the non-standard common language, Art thought for a long time.
I figured out the meaning of this sentence.
"We...well, we can say we are 'surface people'." Art couldn't think of his own identity for a moment, so he used the underground world he named as an example to label himself surface people.
"Surface people?" Upon hearing this word, the girl slowly frowned, but Art didn't know whether she was uneasy about this identity or confused about this word.
At this moment, Tiyi came to the sofa with a wooden bucket of steaming water.
"Master, the hot water is here, but it will take a while for the food." Tiyi carried a half-person-sized wooden bucket filled with hot water and placed it squarely beside the girl.
When she saw the bucket, the girl's pupils suddenly shrank, her breathing became painful and rapid, and her words also contained a hint of crying——
"Really, I don't know anything! I will be obedient!!" The girl cried loudly and leaned back in fear. Her diseased throat made all her calls completely incoherent and non-standard.
Language makes it all seem like nonsense.
"Master, this, what's going on!?" Till also became a little anxious, and was in a panic for a while, not knowing what to do.
"..." Looking at the wooden bucket, Art probably understood... But what he really didn't expect was that someone would actually use this method on a child... Or what happened to her?
Will she need to be waterboarded?
"Oh, Dee, let's put the bucket away first. I'll have a good talk with her." In desperation, Art decided not to clean her up yet. Talk therapy may be what she needs most right now.
Seeing that the bucket was taken away, the girl finally became calmer, but her breathing was still very rapid and her eyes were a little red, but she did not shed tears.
"Let me introduce you again, my name is Art." Art walked to her side, sat in front of her, and said, "You should still remember me, right?"
"..." The girl didn't say anything, she just stared up at Art.
Only then did Art realize that this child seemed to be shorter than himself, and he suddenly felt a little relieved... Ahem, let's not talk about this anymore.
"Don't remember? I still remember." Art shrugged, sighed, and said, "You were caught by a man and asked to exchange food. Do you remember?"
"...white eyes..." After hearing this, the girl lowered her head silently and clenched her fists tightly. It seemed that she should have had a good relationship with that person before, but because of the food, she
She was so severely betrayed.
"Finally I agreed and exchanged you with food. Of course, before the exchange, you were knocked unconscious by him. You see, that's how the wound on your forehead came from." Art spoke slowly.
He slowly approached the girl, finally sat next to her, and gently touched the bloody cloth on her forehead with his hand.
"Ugh..." After being touched by Art, the girl seemed to be in some pain. She trembled and touched the cloth strip and wound on her forehead.
"Oh, don't touch it. It took a lot of effort for me to stop the bleeding." Art kindly reminded him that the wound was definitely not completely healed, and it would probably burst if you touch it again.
"..." The girl fell silent, seeming to be at a loss.
"Actually, you should say 'thank you' at this time." In order to prevent the atmosphere from becoming awkward, Art continued.
"I don't want to say thank you!" After hearing Art's words, the girl seemed to be touched by something and became a little excited.