Alien world

Chapter 1 1. Adoption
In the silent study room covered with camel red wool carpet, the morning light outside the window slanted in and fell on the figure behind the desk.

Fine dust was floating in the air, and the slender palms crystal clear in the sun held the wine glass, and the blood-red liquid swayed in the glass.

A cumbersome dark purple hexagram suddenly appeared in front of the desk, disturbing the silence flowing in the study.The space cracked, and a dark purple tall figure emerged from the void.

It has a graceful figure, a tail like a whip, and two hooves. Its long and narrow eyes stare seductively at the figure behind the desk.

When the atmosphere was about to turn charming, it stopped abruptly in the slightly parted purple lips of the succubus:
"Puff--"

The coolness came over the face, the wine swayed with the glass, the young and handsome figure was stunned: "What...?"

The succubus licked her lips with her dexterous tongue: "Puff puff puff puff——"

More unscrupulous saliva fell on the cheeks, exuding a stench heavier than mud.

The young man who didn't have time to react subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it, and then the boy who was huddled in the thatch woke up from his spoiled dream.

A pig wagging its tail, exuding the same smell as the succubus "humming hemming" and passing by.

The boy fell back to the haystack with residual warmth, nostalgic for the warmth and the succubus.

His loose blue pajamas were stained with mud spots on his graying black hair.

The sky outside the thatched shed was gloomy, and the drizzle was falling.One of the culprits of waking him was the dripping and splattering of mud dripping from the hole in the roof.

Today is the third day he came into this world through that door.

When he dragged his young body for several hours in the forest and grassland, he didn't find the culprit who appeared and disappeared out of thin air—behind a carved wooden door, he didn't want to stay in the forest where wolves howled when night fell Annan walked along a dirt road at dusk and came to a small town that seemed to be in the middle ages.

Then began a magnificent, thrilling, fantasy and treacherous, starving career.

This is not the Middle Ages of cognition.

Those dwellers and travelers with distinctive skin and eyes communicated in a language not known in any language.

"Hum-"

A dirty pig's head protruded from the fence under the dilapidated thatched hut not far away.

But a pig is still a pig, the sun and the moon are still there.

Annan waved at it.When the light rain gradually stopped, I got up from the haystack and prepared for a new day of work.

Pushing aside the haystack under his body, Annan put the copper coins he earned two days ago into his pocket.

The dark sky after the rain was foggy, and the humidity brought by the wind made people shiver.

Annan wrapped up his dirty and wet pajamas, walked along the narrow alley where the sewage flowed to the busiest street in the town, and sat familiarly among a group of ragged and stinking homeless men, starting today's begging work——

After all, he couldn't speak the language, so he couldn't do anything but beg.

Even his unskilled business made his daily salary only one-third to one-seventh of that of the beggars around him.Usually one, up to three.

Annan only used one copper coin every day to buy a small piece of unpalatable but filling bran bread mixed with sawdust, and left the extra for unknowable accidents.

But it would be biased to say that Annan was only begging for embarrassment. He learned a different Esperanto "get off", which may also mean "really dirty" or "get out of the way" or "so dirty".

A shadow deeper than dark clouds suddenly fell with an incomprehensible voice.

Today seems to be lucky, there is a kind person who is willing to give alms so soon.

Annan looked up, and then, the only thing he could imagine was Tom's mistress from Tom and Jerry.

He is that Tom.

Annan hoped that she was saying "Oh poor child" "He needs some food and clothes and money" or something like that, but the greed and pity in the woman's fleshy eyes could also be saying "Oh tender Sweetie" "He needs a warm bed and a hug."

The woman full of desire beckoned to the tangled Annan, and Annan wanted to yell at her...but what could be worse than starving and freezing to death on the street?
A few minutes later, the weak and helpless Annan followed behind the bear-like woman, and the beggars around couldn't wait to grab the leftover haystack.

Standing in front of the street, a thin, malnourished pony with a dry stomach drove past Annan, pulling a large cart full of goods.

Oh, poor pony.

……

"Why is his hair black..."

"Could it be an elf..."

"The bard in the tavern says elves have pointy ears..."

"Maybe it's a mixed race..."

"This boy is a nobleman. I have heard him speak, but I can't understand it, but it sounds as good as singing..."

"Look, he's going to eat..."

In the evening when the dusk faded, three silhouettes were lying by the window, whispering.

One of the burly figures patted the person next to him: "Martin, hurry up and get some bread and clothes, he must be starving, his stomach hurts just eating soup."

"Oh."

The figure called Martin left the window, went into the room, picked up the oil lamp and a linen coat, ran to the kitchen, tucked the oil lamp under his arm, and grabbed a loaf of brown bread from under the kitchen cloth.

On the other side, Annan, who was unaware of the movement outside the window, waited cautiously.The unknown terrified him, women disturbed him.Fortunately, there is a bowl of hot and fragrant broth to warm people's hearts.

bang——

Annan, who was sipping the broth, raised his head in surprise, and saw the door was pushed open, and under the oil lamp, a thick stick-shaped shadow came in behind the door...

……

Annan almost attacked the family who treated him well.

Taking the bread and clothes gratefully, Annan subconsciously wanted to thank them, but remembered that they spoke another language, so he smiled quietly.

The black bread and broth made Annan's stomach bloated after he hadn't eaten for a long time.Not long after, the woman and a black and thin middle-aged man carried a bed into the room, pointed to Annan, and pointed to the clothes.

Annan understood what they meant, and changed into this 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 by mud.

Annan sat on the low steps in the yard, looking at the night sky.

The woman and the man lived in the next bedroom, and the young man went out somewhere.

Now that he was full and warm, he finally had 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 delicious food on the earth, and...

A burning flame suddenly rose outside the town, lighting up the night sky like fireworks.In the direction where the flames emerged, two chasing figures were fighting in the small town, with strange lights and explosions bursting out at each other.

Not tricks or magic, it was some kind of magic.

As the two figures moved away, the flame dimmed and disappeared, and Annan's face was engulfed by the darkness that surged up in the blink of an eye.

Also gone is Annan's longing for his hometown.

(End of this chapter)